Holtz woke up yet again, another day, and another time

Holtz woke up yet again, another day, and another time. The investigation was going slowly, microscopically slow. Snail paste. He looked down and noticed that he was shirtless, and rolled his eyes, and rolled over.

He found one and threw it on rapidly. Looking out over the small town in the suburbs. It was really a nice view.

The investigation was going on for two weeks, and yet still no progress on the matter. Well there was progress, just none of it real. Harkness kept on insisting that the mental patient was somehow involved. And Holtz knew that he was not.

Holtz put his other arm through the last sleeve as he started to whistle that tune, that so important, and personal, tune. It had been...that long? He asked himself, with a rueful shake, and he still had not gotten over it. He downed another glass of cheap Yuke vodka and went on his way down the stairs.

There he picked up the paper, and went into the diner for some breakfast, he was hoping to run into someone so he did not have to eat alone.

And... he did. Abi was in the booth closest to the door, looking down at a file.

"Hey Abi." He called and waved, she looked up curious, but when she saw who was calling her, her features broke into a grin. "May I join you?" he asked to her, to which she nodded. He did so.

The waitress came over seemingly instantly and got him a menu, and without even glancing at it, "Coffee, black... and kindly make it strong." he said this last to her retreating form.

He then looked down in curiosity to the file folder that Abi had spread out in front of her. "Work?" He asked her, glancing up in her general direction.

"Yes... it is." She said smiling at him with a hint of unease, and she looked as if she was being rushed slightly.

"If I may make a suggestion: Stop, he is not going to be found by the enemy by working ourselves to death."

"What if they find him first?"

"I doubt it...but still. They most likely will not, we have all the resources of an entire nation backing us... and what do they have?"

"Six... six of us."

"But we have access to an entire nations database, the one that he helped save in the war. So we will find him, of that I can be sure. And besides we have the Oseans giving us all they can."

"Well...that is a good job indeed. But still... and besides it is not about our current assignment." She shoved the folder at him, a briefing on current activities of certain agents in place.

His expression took on that of a crestfallen Donkey. "... Oh."

"Yeah."

"Here you go Hun" The waitress came back and delivered her coffee. "Any thing else?"

"Some French Toast." He said to her, figuring correctly that Abi had already ordered.

"Gotcha, and let me remind you that refills on your coffee are free."

Holtz nodded then watched her walk the other way and around the tight corner leading to more customers. They seemed to be one of only ten groups in there at that time of the morning.

"So...she is getting kind of used to you." Abi said, stretching over to him teasingly.

"Yeah." Holtz grumped not willing to go there, nor was he all that willing to turn around as he observed the Dark Wooden bar and diner areas.

"She has a nice butte." Abi said again playfully, trying to get Holtz to bite.

"No she does not." He again humphed at her. Then thoughtfully. "Abit too flashy if you ask me, I mean I guess it is what some people fancy. But not me. Personally, I mean looks do of course get me, but in the end I prefer great intelligence to gorgeous looks. And of course when you have both at once... then...then you are great, and are likely to hook me."

Abi's meal then came around for her, French Toast as well, although she had hers with blueberries. She looked down and spread a napkin across her lap as she made to eat it on the plastic plate.

He turned back to her with a grin of his own on his face. "Which you have both in spades."

Her fork hesitated as she attempted to hide her obvious surprise and great pleasure at that statement. She forced the mouthful into her mouth and chewed.

His breakfast arrived soon there after, and he got right to work, in order to catch up with her. She did manage to finish first. But only barely.

They both left the hotel, him gesturing her out of the diner as they entered the cool sidewalk area.

After a short, but energetic debate they decided to walk to their new headquarters. In their full uniforms, but still. It was a nice walk for this early in the morning over their four-mile distance, in order to get to where they needed to go. To begin another excellent day of trying to find their man.

About a mile later, and two streets away they had to dodge some water being poured from a second story window, he put a protective hand across her as the stream nearly hit. Of course this was a useless gesture since it got them any way, but it was still a nice one she thought.

They then turned onto their final street, about another quarter of a mile away. And there was the building rising up old, and powerful before them. The building that was built in 1946.

They went into the downstairs basement of the library that the Government was loaning, for free. It was a small computer lab with nine or ten computers, and a conference table in the middle of it. Imitation wood.

"You are late." Harkness said simply with a small glare toward the area of Holtz.

"By two seconds." He reminded Harkness. "And besides where is Hicks most days? He is not here now, and you never remind him."

"He is a civilian."

"Hmmmmm."

They then got to work, Shea and Ortiz was on the computers, while the other three of them began to work rapidly on more files and newspaper reports that had come in. They had even gotten a couple of off days recently. While information just plain dried up. But the tree was now shaken loose.