Chris sat on his porch swing watching the wind rustle the leaves on his trees. Pretty soon he was going to have to rake to keep the porch and driveway clear. The air was nippy and there was a hint of rain in the sky. He had come out onto the porch to get some air and was only out there a few minutes before Cassy came out with a beer in each hand.

Today was the two month anniversary of Hallie Grace's death. Two months ago, he sat in a hospital room with his dead sister reliving all the stupid fights and funny moments they had shared. Two months ago, it was bad. Now, it was better.

"Talk to me, Chris."

Partly because Cassy had stuck around since Hallie's death. They had an amicable breakup a while back, but she had sat outside Hallie's hospital room while he came to terms with his sister's death and then drove him home when he was ready. She sat up with him and the rest of the team as they waited for Buck to return from wherever he went. Buck did, several hours later, show up in a drunken stupor. He ended up sleeping it off in Hallie's old room that night and most of the next day while Cassy sat with Chris and let him talk or be silent.

"Have you seen Buck?" He asked, before taking a swig of his beer.

"Not for a couple days, but I've had early shifts at the hospital for the past couple days. You're worried." Cassy leaned up on the swing so she and Chris were now shoulder to shoulder. Both their beers hung between their jeans clad legs.

"He thought of Hallie as much as a sister as I did and he watched her get shot. Yeah, I'm worried." Chris took another swig of beer and sat back. He let it roll around in his mouth before swallowing it.

The phone rang inside. Chris recognized it as the office ring. He left Cassy his beer and went inside. She followed him.

"Seven Investigations." He answered, in his business voice.

"May I speak to Vin Tanner, please?" It was a female voice, soft and gentle.

Chris gave Cassy a smile as she played with his fingers. "He's not here at the moment. Can I give him a message?"

"No, I'm sorry I bothered you."

"Ma'am," Chris cut her off. "My name is Chris Larabee. If you're in trouble. . ."

The phone clicked before Chris could say anything else. He dialed Vin's cell number. "Hey, you've reached Vin. Leave a message."

"Vin, its Chris. You just received a call on the office phone from a woman who didn't leave her name. Call me back if you need some help." He hung up the phone.

Chris turned back to Cassy and smiled. He dipped down to kiss her lips and grab his beer back. "Trouble or promising new girlfriend?" She asked as they headed back to the porch.

"Promising new girlfriend wouldn't have called the office number when his cell would have been the easiest way to get a hold of him."

As they returned to the porch, Chris got his cell phone and called JD. The youngest investigator answered on the second ring. "What's up?"

"Have you heard from Vin?"

"Saw him last night at the bar we were at talking to a woman. He walked her out and I didn't see him again."

Cassy's cell phone rang which surprised both of them because she didn't work on Sundays. She grabbed the phone and Chris saw her eyes grow wide at the screen.

"Who is it?" He mouthed.

Cassy shushed him with a hand in the air and answered the phone. "Vin, it's Cassy. What's going on?" She answered in 'yes' and 'no' answers and then said, "I'll be right over." She hung up. Chris had ended his phone call with JD moments earlier.

"What's up with Vin?"

Cassy handed him her beer and ran into the house. Two minutes later, she ran out with her jacket on. Chris joined her at the steps. "What's wrong, Cassy?"

"Vin didn't know I was with you today. He said he needed a doctor and didn't want to go to the ER."

Chris was already jumping into the passenger side of Cassy's SUV. "How badly is he hurt?"

Cassy pulled out of Chris' house spinning gravel behind them. "I don't know, but he said to hurry."