Sorry for the delay...
Sam and Dean sat confidently in their FBI suits inside the Main Office building located on the Coast Guard Base. Dean started to tap his fingers as they waited. The door to their left opened and a tiny, officer with glasses carried papers passed them. The little officer dropped the papers ever so carefully on his desk and then sunk into his chair, exasperated.

He turned to them, "Captain Davies is expected to arrive in port in 10 minutes." He started to sort the papers while he spoke, "The Bellaphron had to deal with some illegal import mess." He waved his hands around like it was nothing, "I'm sure you know exactly what I mean."

Dean really had no idea, "Of course. Keeping it legal!" Sam gave Dean a look.

Ignoring Dean's comment, he muttered, "I'm sure you don't have to do paperwork," under his breath.

With the light bulb of a Winchester burning bright in his mind, Sam leaned forward, "It's a shame you have to do so much work. It's probably hard to keep everything up to date."

The little officer looked around and then whispered, "It's very hard. I mean, I'm pretty good with the workload but, well," he turned to make sure no one was listening, "some paperwork needs to be done thoroughly and some doesn't, if you get what I mean."

"Like, say, things that don't make sense?" Dean gave a half smile.

The man started to get a little anxious, "You could say that." The little officer looked out the window the best he could; "I think I see the Bellaphron off in the horizon. I think you should go out and wait. I have lots to do." He looked at the pile like it was his doom and sighed.

Sam and Dean got out of their chairs and walked out towards where the Bellaphron seemed to be aligning itself to port. After a few moments, officers started to depart from the ship. Then Captain Davies descended on the ramp and walked towards Sam and Dean.

"You're from the bureau?" They nodded and she started to walk back to a building, "Follow me then."

Once inside, they sat in a small office and Davies shut the door. Dean watched her as she did. Sam elbowed him subtly to get him focused. She sat at her desk across from them. "Look, I don't know why I'm being asked to go through this investigation again. I already made my report and sent it off to my superiors."

"We understand. We're just following up and making sure we didn't miss anything." Sam pulled out a pen and paper as he spoke.

As Davies sat back in her chair, Dean tilted his head a bit. "Yeah, we don't want to miss a single thing."

Sam gave a nervous smile, "Um, anyway, Jennifer? Can I call you—" She nodded. "What can you tell us about the men who died on the Eagle Eye?"

Jennifer Davies softened, "Well, they were just a research team, scoping out the damage that has been done to the ocean's ecosystems by pollution. I knew the Captain, he was a good friend of mine as were a few of the others."

Using this as an opportune moment, Dean gave her some "fake" empathy, "I'm sorry for your loss. It's a terrible thing to loose someone like that." Sam looked at him out of the corner of his eye and then shifted in his seat.

Jennifer looked at Dean and shook her head, "Yeah…" turning back to Sam, "The worst thing was how I found them."

"Did you have any first thoughts to what it could be, based on your knowledge?" Sam asked.

She leaned on the table towards them, "It looked like they had been scared to death. Like they had all just congregated to one spot and then trapped themselves. I first thought it looked like something bio-hazardous but their ship hadn't anything to do with it. They were in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by sea at night. Doesn't sound like somewhere they would find hazardous material. It doesn't just float along in the sea." She paused, "You apparently either have no idea what happened or have some idea. Your department has visited me three times in the course of a month."

Dean straightened, "No, we don't know what killed them yet, but we'll figure it out," he smiled, "'cause we're very good at our jobs."

Jennifer shook her head, "Yeah but we both know it's going to be difficult since all your evidence is gone."

Sam and Dean looked at each other in surprise, "Gone?"

Jennifer looked at them suspiciously, "Yeah, all you have is my account of what happened."

"What about the Eagle Eye?" Dean kept his eye on Sam out of the corner of his vision.

"Don't you know? You should've been told. As the Eagle Eye was making it's way into Port, it exploded. There was a huge fire and it sunk; there isn't anything of it left or it's crew. Thank God the press doesn't know about this, it's only a matter of time. We need to know what happened before they find out we don't know a single thing." As Jennifer explained, she saw the surprise on their faces, "I can't believe you weren't notified. I had a guy from the bureau come out just last night to make a document of the case. I had people working overtime to figure out how the hell a ship could just explode out of the blue and you're telling me you're working this case and don't know about that?"

Sam lied through his teeth, "Well, we were sent out here fresh to learn everything from a different angle."

"Right, sometimes you know too much and you're mind just keeps going to one thing so they bring in us to start fresh." Dean smiled.

Jennifer sat back, "Right, okay? Well you don't have anything to work with but what my crew and myself have seen."

"What about Luke Desmond?" Sam waited for her response.

Her eyes narrowed, "I don't know Luke personally."

Sam pushed, "Well, he was found after the ship he was on exploded only last month. Couldn't it be connected to this explosion?"

"Look, the HASS was a old ship and it's a terrible situation but I see no connection. There's nothing more to the story, it's closed." She stood up and went towards the door. Sam and Dean followed but Sam stopped.

Sam decided to take a stab in the dark. "Luke doesn't think so. He said that all the people on board died before the explosion, didn't he." It wasn't a question but a question of conformation.

The Captain looked at Sam: a hint of shock ran through her but then it disappeared, "After being out at sea for a long time, people can go a bit nuts. It's not a pretty sight but it's fact. Luke went crazy and is now spending the rest of his life comfortably at home. The S.S. HASS was a tragic accident, nothing more. Now, I have been more than accommodating and I have work to do." She let them out and as the door closed she ran a hand through her hair, taking a deep breath.

Outside, Sam opened the passenger side door and slide in. When Dean got in and closed his door, he turned to Sam, "What the hell was that? Did we know the crew was dead beforehand?"
Sam shook his head, "No, I just made a guess and I guess I was correct."

"Pretty good one," Dean paused, "So if the two ships are connected and Desmond is connected to this case then why is he alive? The message said no survivors."

Sam turned to Dean, "No, the Bellaphron received that message. The HASS gave out a distress signal but then the last message wasn't able to be heard."

Dean started the impala, "Well, I guess we need to talk to Desmond."

"Yup and I think the Captain is holding something back about knowing Desmond: She kept calling him by his first name."

Dean smiled, "Well, I'll be happy to do something one on one to figure out all her secrets…"

Sam rolled his eyes as they pulled out of the base and headed back to the mainland.


Hopefully I'll get up the next soon.