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1.Callin' an old friend

Ivy Carter was in her bed, in her attic, reflecting not only on her present, but on her past and future, too. It was a thing she was doing a lot, during the last few months. But this time, she wasn't doing it all alone, she was with someone else, someone very important for her. She was with Don Flack.

I can't do this again. I can't pass through this again...

"Honey, you all right?" he asked her, seeing Ivy was already – or maybe still – awake.

"Oh? No, it' nothing. It's just... I'm a bit stressed. The fact is...today Caruso's trial will begin. And I'm still... I'm steel felling... you know what I mean, don't you?"

The Caruso case was the one that put them seriously together. It was an hard case, about 5 murdered vics (one of which was just a child), kidnapping and illegal adoptions. She was still upset. But this case wasn't the only thing to make her feel this way. He, Don, was the other one. Him and her dead husband, Noah Newman.

"Yeah, I know what you mean. Sometimes I still feel like..."

He didn't end the sentence, as she previously did. It wasn't necessary. They both knew how they felt about these sort of cases. She looked deeply in his blue eyes, while he smiled at her, who was caressing his face... his young, beautiful face... she felt under her fingers the scars left by the explosion. She didn't know too much about what happened that time, he didn't like to speak about it. She just knew what Mac and the others told her, that it was an hard period for all the lab, with what happened to Danny, Stella, Aiden ... and him. He didn't speak too much, and she didn't ask, like he did. But inside herself, Ivy wasn't able to stop to ask herself a simple but still terrible question: What if it happened again?

"listen – she said waking up and looking for her clothes around not only the room, but the entire apartment, her apartment – I have to go, my shift will begin in less than one hour, and it means I'm late... where the hell is my shirt?"

He left the old fashioned bed, wearing a pair of boxers and a T-shirt, and went in the entry of the small attic. "If you mean the grey one, the one you were wearing last evening when we go out... I think we left it here, near the sofa..." he said taking it from the ground.

"You know, it was exactly what I needed. Thanks a lot – smiling, she gave him a kiss in regard and took the pearl grey shirt from Don's hands – I was thinking… if I'm not wrong it's your free day, so, if you want to stay a little bit more… you already have the keys and know how close. " he came closer and closer, and embracing her he started to kiss her on the neck. "I'd prefer if it's you to stay a little bit more here… you know, a man not easy to satisfy and just a "thanks" and a small kiss are not a big reward for the finding of your favourite shirt…"

Crime lab. 11 o'clock

Ivy was sitting at her desk, finishing the reports about some cases and controlling evidences and results of some tests when Linsday approached her, and with a smile, she gave at the girl from Chicago some documents. The two were working on the same cases; the lab was having an hard times, because it was only march but it was as hot as never before and it was like the people was getting crazy all around the city… every year, with the arrive of the sultriness there was an escalation of crimes and everybody was working on more cases.

"If you want to know, I've this smile because I'm sure I found the solution for the Grass case"

"Glad you did. I was starting to thing it was going to became an other cold case. – she red the sheets Montana gave her – you were right from the beginning. I owe you my excuse"

"Are you crazy? It's not necessary. And then, I know your head is somewhere else with a certain blue eyed detective"

"You really do? I thought it was still a secret… I mean, we don't act like a couple at work and nobody… except maybe Mac who ever knows everything… nobody knows!"

"Ivy, first, we'got eyes, we all see the "love signals " between you two… you know, that sort of things people in love doesn't do on purpose but that does… second…"

" there's a second point?"

"Danny is Don's best friend and his tongue is a bit too long. By the way… Mac need you in his office."

"Mac, I heard you need me?"

"Come in, there's someone at the phone for you – she sat near Mac's desk and listened at the phone, wondering who could be – she is here with me, you can speak"

Morning sunshine, you all right?

Ivy recognised immediately who was speaking with her at the phone… it was a voice she knew very well, he was a friend from the old times in L.A. .

"Matthew Glaser… what makes you call us? Problems?"

Steve says hi. He is sorry but wasn't able to call himself. He asked me to do it. We need you and someone else from N.Y. here… we've got a cross-jurisdiction case…

"What are we exactly talking about?" Ivy asked to both Matt and Mac.

"It came out that Det. Glaser and me are investigating on cases very similar. Almost 4 serial murders here in N.Y. …"

And 4 identical crimes here in L.A., in less than 2 weeks. When I found the similarities, I thought it was a good thing call you for help…

"You two think the murderer left N.Y. for L.A.?"

"Yeah, but it's not he only problem. We fear he, or she, or them, could make other vics along the way."

"So boss, what do we do?"

"You and Stella will take the very first plane to L.A.. I'd come by myself, but I don't want to leave the lab. I don't fell comfortable with this idea in these days. "

"it seems you'll have to call me "boss" in the next few days, Ivy – Stella said entering the spartan room – Mac told me. Ivy, go home and pack some of your things… we're going to leave"

When she entered in her apartment, she saw he was still by her.

"It seems you made yourself at home."

"Can't you stay without me? You just leave…"

"Sorry to delude your expectations, but I'm not here for you. I must take a few things. Stella and I are going to L.A.."