(Author's Note: Yay! 3rd chapter's up! We should celebrate because this is my 2nd longest story yet. I left a little cliffhanger at the end, but I'm off to write the 4th chapter now, so you shouldn't have to wait long for the rest. Enjoy, my pets!)

"Don't beat yourself up over this too much, Goren. Its just another case." Mike logan perched himself casually on the desk of the absent detective, Alex Eames. He looked across that the large framed man who's head was now on his desk.

"Mike, this just isn't another case." His voice was muffled, but Goren's message was sent across none the less. Goren pounded his fist into the wood desktop and then lifted his head up. "The church fire case was 'just another case', the missing wife case was 'just another case'. This one isn't. This one...this is one is different." Bobby placed his hands on his eyes and propped his elbows on top of his desk.

"How so?" Mike leaned forward, staring intently at the shaking head of his MCS co-worker.

Bobby replied by opening his desk drawer and pulling out a sunflower. He threw the flower at Mike.

"'To my sunshine...'. Hmmm...looks like you have a secret admirer. So, who's sunshine are you?" Mike smirked as he continued to examine to flower and the note attached to it.

Goren forced a sarcastic smile and then threw the case file to Eames's desk. Logan picked it up and began sorting through the pictures of the victim.

"Ah...I see now." Mike continued to flip through the file.

"Logan...If I told you something...something no one else knows...would you say anything about it to anyone else?" Goren began to rub his temples. After he had found the flower, a migraine had begun to take over. He could feel his pulse in the back of his head, the irregular rhythm was so loud to the point where he had to strain to hear the man that was merely 3 feet away.

"Yeah, of course." Detective Logan set down the manilla folder and leaned forward attentively. He began to study the face of Robert Goren. He was baby faced, yet he looked old. Crows feet snaked out from the corners of his drooping eyelids, creases decorated his forehead, and gray hair was sprouting from his temples. Bobby's mouth seemed lower in the corners, and a scruffy graphite colored beard was sprawled across his face. Mike had noticed strange changes in Goren ever since Eames left for Florida about a week before. Was Goren that dependent on his partner? Or was there something else going on behind the rough, harsh exterior of the man in front of him?

"The other night...I got a call. It was about 3 in the morning. I answered and the person on the other line began singing "You Are My Sunshine". The person was obviously a woman, but that's all I know. She was practically whispering, so I didn't get a good listen to her voice. At first, I thought it was just a prank, but then I saw the victim," Bobby gesticulated towards the folder on the desk opposite of his, and then to the flower Mike was holding. "Then, I got that flower."

"So, you think the perp's after you?" Logan looked down at the flower and began to finger the connected note.

"I don't know. Maybe-"

"You don't think its Nicole Wallace, do you?" Logan looked at Robert, who was staring off into the oblivion of his blank computer screen.