And if you go chasing rabbits…

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"Mrs. Wilcox-"

"No, I think you're the one who doesn't understand."

Nick lifted his eyebrows at Susan's voice; face distorted in a confusion that certainly wasn't there before. He leaned into his chair, weight uncomfortably supported by the metal backing as he crossed his arms.

"If the evidence supports-"

"No," she interrupted, holding up a hand that caused Nick to toss a curious glance to Catherine. "You're trying to tell me I killed my husband when I wasn't even there when he died? I was in the pool that morning – all morning – and I don't know where you even got the idea that I was even capable of doing something like that."

"We have someone who can place you in your husband's room before he died," Nick countered.

"Listen and listen carefully," Susan said, lowering her voice before settling for a brief pause. She leaned over the table, resting her elbows on the dulled surface as her gaze moved between Catherine and Nick. "I did not kill my husband."

Nick nodded slowly, noting that Susan had yet to deny that she was in her husband's room. It was more than likely she was simply avoiding the truth, but at least it didn't seem like she was lying this time.

"Maybe not intentionally, but we have reason to believe you had a hand in his death," he said, referring to organic nitrate tablets they found in a bottle of B12 from Wilcox's suitcase; the same ones that were in his bloodstream. Since there were only two or three tablets among the nearly full bottle of vitamins, it was pretty unlikely that Wilcox placed them there himself. Moreover, they also found another set of prints on the bottle that weren't Wilcox's, which Nick had a strong suspicion belonged to Susan.

"Look, I may have cheated on Thom, but that doesn't mean I killed the man because of it. For the last time, he even knew what I was doing and didn't even say anything about it."

Catherine merely shrugged her shoulders, nonchalant in her rebuttal. "Doesn't mean he couldn't have changed his mind. The idea that you're with another man…wouldn't think that'd make any husband too happy."

Susan sat up in her chair, exhaling in exasperation. "I already told you I couldn't care less about the man," she said, though Nick thought otherwise by the fact she still continued to call her husband Thom.

"Which made it easier to look away from his death," Catherine added, intervening before Susan had a chance to speak again. "Especially if you're slipping organic nitrates in his vitamins."

"What?" Susan asked, voice wavering a little. "What are you talking about?"

"No reason to be shy now," Catherine said, intertwining her fingers as she leaned further across the table.

"You see," Nick clarified, "we did a little more digging in your husband's things and found a bottle of B12 that had more than just vitamins in it. We also found another set of prints on the bottle other than those belonging to your husband. " he added, purposely omitting the fact that the prints weren't yet identified and the possibility that the prints didn't necessarily have to be recent.

Susan turned startled eyes towards Catherine. "How-"

"You tell us."

Nick nodded in agreement. "Especially, if you claim you really didn't want anything to do with him."

Susan pursed her lips, withholding from saying anything until Catherine spoke again.

"David already confessed to helping you."

Susan looked between Nick and Catherine and the officer behind her before sighing and finally relenting. "All right, but I just wanted to scare him a little. I'll give you that much. And even David said it wasn't enough to kill him. Obviously, it wasn't something that would have-"

"Only if you crushed the tablets," Nick interrupted. "Only you didn't crush them before you tried to hide the pills in his vitamins."

"I was telling truth when I said I wasn't expecting him here because I wasn't, okay," she said irritably. "He was supposed to be on a trip to one of those get rich quick money schemes in some backwater city in Maryland. So, if anything, I was surprised when I saw him on the way to the room where I was supposed to meet with David."

"Surprise aside, how'd you even get access to his room in the first place?"

Susan placed a hand on the side of her face, appearing wary before she decided to answer. "I saw that he was staying in our honeymoon suite…well, the room we were in during our honeymoon at any rate," she added as an afterthought, seemingly reluctant to continue. "And I can't say that I wasn't more than just a little upset."

Nick ignored the hypocrisy in her statement. "That still doesn't explain how you had access to the room if the two of you showed up separately."

"He's predictable," Susan said simply. "He's always short of cash, so he uses a credit card that's a joint account with me." She added sardonically, "because his credit's not exactly the best, you know."

"And you just asked for another key?" Nick asked sceptically.

Susan ran a hand through her hair, removing the red strands away from her face. "Yeah, I convinced the clerk I'd lost the one Thom had, and he just gave it to me. Like I said, my name was on the credit card, too."

Catherine looked at her warily. "Was this before or after you asked for the nitrates?"

"Before. And to tell the truth, if I didn't get the key, I wouldn't have done anything. But I did and later that day I went into his room after I made sure he was gone."

Nick uncrossed his arms. "And what, you ransacked his things for a place to hide the nitrates, somewhere where you knew he had a better chance of taking them?"

"I was actually going to change my mind at the last minute, until I saw that…Viagra," Susan admitted as she laughed forcefully, the sound echoing in the bare room and harsh against her soft appearance.

Catherine waited for Susan to calm down before speaking. "So, you knew about the fact he took Viagra?"

"Not really, but it wasn't as if I didn't suspect it or at least something like it," Susan answered. "Remember that lack of chemistry I was talking about?" Nick and Catherine nodded. "Well, this was probably part of the reason for it. I'm 25. I have needs that he couldn't fulfill, and I wasn't sure he even wanted to."

Susan snorted and the tone of her voice quickly became sharp and bitter. "And then I had to look at that damned computer. I don't usually bother with his stuff, but I wish he wasn't so lazy and actually took the time to put a password on it. Maybe then I wouldn't have found some naked, blonde bimbo staring at me."

"That's all?" Nick asked, wondering if Susan knew about the child pornography on Wilson's computer.

"What?" She asked disdainfully. "Fake breasts aren't your style?"

Nick ignored the comment, keen enough to see she was more affected by her relationship (or lack thereof) with her husband than she initially implied. "And that's why you eventually decided to put the tablets in there?"

Susan sighed heavily. "I'm not going to deny that it's probably what triggered me. But I just dropped them in there, not really thinking they would have had that much of an effect on him. I mean, there's a big enough difference between chewable tablets and capsules. Even I didn't think he was stupid enough not to pay attention."

Her shoulders sagged before she added. "And I was going to crush the stuff like David told me to, but I thought it would work faster if he swallowed it whole…in the off chance that even he took them at all."

Nick peered at Catherine, not oblivious to the flicker of sympathy in her eyes.

"Couldn't stand that he was cheating on you with a piece of technology, could you?" Catherine said, and Nick wasn't sure if the other woman was trying to goad Susan or not. He and Catherine both knew Susan was by no accounts reserved about the fact she was having a sex with another man, or at least Nick presumed it to just be one.

"And that's why you took the ring, isn't it?" Catherine added.

"I still don't understand why he didn't sell it, but I saw it on the dresser…and took it to give to David just because. Not like Thom would have noticed, anyway. In the end, only his hand and his computer were good enough for him. And even then he still couldn't get it up by himself."

Susan looked thoughtful for a moment, her expression no longer bitter and an almost bored tone coloring her voice. "So, I'm not going to jail for this right?"

Nick withheld from commenting on how quickly Susan's mood changed, instead settling for sharing an incredulous look with Catherine.

"It's not like I actually killed him," she continued. "Because I didn't exactly force him to take it."

"Mrs. Wilcox-" Nick began.

"What about suggestive manslaughter?"

Greg groaned as he opened another folder. He tried not to think of the rather long drive ahead as he gave an exaggerated sigh, returning to his hunched position in the front seat. The urge to stretch was almost unyielding, cramped legs weakly protesting against the fact he managed to fit himself in the seat without touching the floor.

"You comfortable enough?" Warrick asked.

"Not really," Greg answered, ignoring the teasing note in Warrick's voice. While the idea of hunching in the front seat had somehow (and Greg was still trying to understand exactly how the thought even came to mind) seemed agreeable when he and Warrick first started out on their pseudo road trip, it turned out the position wasn't quite as comfortable on the way back.

"Think you can last for another thirty minutes?"

Greg closed his eyes, making a noise that was some strange combination between a moan and a whine. "Please don't remind me."

Warrick didn't care to have the decency not to snort. "Nobody forced you to sit like that."

Greg nodded, but didn't verbally acknowledge what he Warrick both knew to be true. Still, he was in no hurry to attempt to figure out how to move his legs, which were currently suffering the consequences of poor circulation and the real reason Greg didn't want to move. He would prolong the inevitable for as long as possible.

Or at least until they made it back to the lab.

"Your legs fell asleep, didn't they?" Warrick said, voicing the sentence as more of a statement than a question.

"You know," Greg began, not paying attention to the knowing look on Warrick's face, "I actually did manage to find something."

Warrick immediately became attentive, the teasing in his voice now gone. "Really?"

"Well, according to this," Greg said, rearranging the papers resting on his knees, "the most recent deposit made into Megan's account was on the fourteenth."

"Three days before the fire."

"And Megan didn't transfer the money until the fifteenth, which was the next day."

"What do next day transfers have to do with anything?"

"Nothing, but the fact that Harrisons paid again on the fourteenth means that they don't fit the pattern."

"What pattern?"

"We know there're two deposits correlating to each separate transaction, right?"

"Right," Warrick confirmed. "Going back to what Megan said. But why does that mean the Harrisons don't fit the pattern?"

"Because the Harrisons already made their two deposits on the second and ninth, totaling around the same amount Megan transferred from the other accounts earlier. But the third deposit means the Harrisons paid more."

Warrick narrowed his eyes. "How much more are we talking about?"

"Six thousand more," Greg said appreciatively.

"So, that's what…around eighteen grand total?"

"Not like twelve thousand in couple of days isn't a lot of money either, but yeah," Greg said, trying to sit up more comfortably. "But what I don't get is what made them different that they had to pay that much more?"

Warrick straightened the frames of his sunglasses with one hand, his other still resting on the steering wheel. "Could mean a number of things, but since the other accounts were closed there's nothing we can really do to find out."

Greg frowned, rearranging the papers to place back in the folder. "Is that…is that what people usually pay," he asked hesitantly.

"For what?"

"If there's trafficking involved, is that how much they usually pay for someone?"

Warrick released a heavy sigh. "Honestly, it depends; whether or not we're talking about children and adults, what they're being sold or used for." He continued, ignoring the disgust on Greg's face. "It's not pretty but that's just how it is.

"Can we even be sure?" Greg still wasn't fully convinced their case involved trafficking of any kind and not some prolonged and meaningless chase, even if Grissom was almost certain about it, but everything seemed to be beginning to point in that direction.

"No," Warrick said flatly. "But I can guarantee you that anybody that needs to go through this kind of stuff doesn't want us to know what they're doing."

"So…you think the Harrisons would have closed their account, too? If they had the chance, I mean." Greg asked, reaching over his knees to down the window. He closed his eyes when the breeze lingered over his face, for once grateful Warrick insisted on driving. Or rather that the older man wouldn't let him drive, but it didn't matter to Greg, now.

"Most likely," Warrick answered, putting his foot on the break when the stop light ahead of them turned red. "If the other accounts were anything to go by."

Greg licked his lips, swallowing at the dryness in his throat. There were only three other accounts connected to Megan besides the one associated with the Harrisons, which was opened in Nevada; unlike the former which were opened in Utah, Arizona, and Kansas respectively.

Greg thought it was pretty unusual when Megan, who was the conduit between the transactions, lived in Las Vegas.

"Not if you have something to hide," Warrick countered, making Greg realise he had unintentionally voiced his thoughts aloud. "If they knew they were involved in something illegal, there's a good chance whoever's connected to those accounts probably didn't want the transfers being traced back to them."

"And we can't exactly prove that they had anything to do with it at all, never mind find out who they are." Greg sighed. Other than circumstantial evidence, there wasn't really a reason they could subpoena the other files. There was no way of telling exactly who was involved even with the records of the transactions that Megan had given them. And Greg highly doubted she was the type to withhold information.

Warrick made a noncommittal noise. "And if you think about it, Megan's probably not the only one processing these so-called transactions. It doesn't look good if people are taking the extra steps to cover themselves and then some."

"So we're stuck again," Greg said solemnly. However, the somber mood was quickly broken when his stomach growled. A sheepish smile appeared on Greg's face when Warrick turned to look at him, the other man raising one eyebrow in question.

"You hungry?" Warrick asked coolly, the tone of his voice somewhat inferring that Greg's stomach growling was something he was expecting.

Greg shifted his gaze to the window, glancing at Warrick from the corner of his eye before giving a coy reply.

"…maybe."

Nick shook his head as he made it out of the interrogation room, nodding to Catherine before she headed in the opposite direction. It wasn't the first time someone inadvertently played a hand in another's death, and neither did Nick suspect that it would be the last. But while it didn't really surprise him that Thomas Wilcox had died because of unfortunate circumstances, he couldn't say he was any more assured by the fact that Susan more or less wouldn't be tried for anything since they couldn't prove she had the prior knowledge about how the nitrates would react taken in conjunction with the Viagra.

And even if she were to be, Nick sincerely doubted the DA would have an easy time of convicting her of something if it got out that Wilson was into child pornography.

He placed his hand on the wall, ready to turn the corner when he heard Sara's voice behind him.

"Hey," she said, and Nick stopped so she could catch up with him.

He acknowledged her with a nod, the beginnings of a greeting on his lips before he noticed the paper in her hands. "What's that?" he asked, pointing to it as she held it up.

"Oh...this is something else." She shook her head, bringing the paper back to her side. "But Jacqui was able to get a match to the second set of prints on the vitamin bottle."

"Already?" Nick looked at Sara doubtfully. He wasn't expecting to get a match so quickly; especially when Susan wasn't necessarily forthcoming when it came to asking for her fingerprints on a voluntary basis. But since she confessed, they could now obtain without any problem. "She's in the system?"

"Yeah, she was involved with illegal possession of marijuana a couple years ago back while she was in college, but the charges were eventually dropped."

"They release why?"

"No, but I'm betting it had something do to with money."

Nick scoffed, pushing off the wall as he began to walk away. "When doesn't it?"

Sara narrowed her eyes at Nick as she matched his pace, but didn't say anything about his comment. "So, I'm guessing Susan already confessed?"

"Yeah, and I think she did the whole thing more out of anger than anything."

"She knew about the child porn?" Sara asked.

"She didn't say anything about it, but I would have been surprised if she did; but only since she didn't have a close relationship with her husband, which is probably why she was angry."

"But I thought she said she didn't care about him?"

"That's what she said, but it doesn't mean she stopped loving him."

Sara let Nick's comment hang, not willing to say more about it. "What I really don't get, though, is how Wilson didn't notice the difference between the organic nitrates and the B12. I mean, there's noticeable different in the size, shape, colour…"

"He wasn't paying attention?" Nick suggested halfheartedly, not really having any other reasoning to explain it.

Sara seemed to accept the answer for now, quickly recovering to a new topic. "What about David Masterson, you think he's going to be brought in with the case or that it's going to be dropped altogether?"

"Probably dropped altogether, but hopefully the retirement home is going to press charges against him. And if not, at least we can get him for stealing and disturbing drugs."

"A fine or a couple of weeks is probably the most he's going to get, though."

Nick grunted, knowing that it was better than nothing at best.

"You going anywhere in particular?" Sara asked abruptly as she continued to walk alongside Nick.

Nick took notice of the fact that she was still following him, suddenly unsure of where he was going and if was even going anywhere. "Unless you're going to do my paperwork for me," he said smiling at her teasingly.

"I have my own, thanks," she said, returning the gesture with a tightlipped smile of her own. She stopped, turning around at the sound of urgent footsteps behind her.

Nick stopped as well when he saw Grissom coming up to them, not sure what to make of the expression on the supervisor's face.

"I need you two to come with me," Grissom said as he pointed at Nick and Sara. He shuffled a large stack of papers to his side as he spoke, his voice leaving no room for argument. "Now."

Greg didn't know whether or not to be grateful or feel troubled when Warrick didn't make him get out of the vehicle; never mind that they went through the drive-through and that Greg should have probably taken the time to stretch when he had the opportunity to do so.

But there was also a part of Greg somewhat anxious by the fact that the other man had paid for him, as well. Of course, it had more to do with the fact that Greg couldn't pay for himself more than anything, but it still felt… odd that Warrick voluntarily covered his share of six dollars without much question and no immediate demands that Greg pay him back at some undecided point in the future.

However, any concerns Greg had because of Warrick's somewhat peculiar behaviour were quickly pushed aside in favour of the reproachful look the older man was currently giving him. And it was a look Greg easily returned with a glare as he took out a pair of wooden chopsticks from the brown paper bag in his lap, making more of a crinkling noise than necessary.

Warrick looked away first, casually switching on the left signal light before turning the steering wheel. "Anything on the floor you're cleaning up," he finally said; each word clear and succinct to Greg's ears.

"Right…right," Greg answered offhandedly. Honestly, he didn't really think he was that messy of a person, or at least he wasn't as messy as Warrick tried to make him out to be. And he wouldn't have had a problem reminding Warrick of his partiality if it weren't so fruitless. Accidentally spilling coffee on Warrick's seat – even if it was really no fault of Greg's and was really Warrick's driving – was apparently enough to make the other man wary any time Greg had food or drinking in a moving vehicle.

But since he felt more hungry than slighted, Greg wasn't going to protest this time. Instead, he closed his eyes, relishing in the taste of shrimp and rice in his mouth; licking any lingering traces of soy sauce and various seasonings from his bottom lip. And after a few more mouthfuls, he could admit he was sated and safely say his stomach wouldn't be growling anytime soon.

"You good to go, now?" Warrick asked before reaching into his own bag, picking up a small eggroll and putting it in his mouth.

"Yeah," Greg replied absently as he moved his tongue over the front of his teeth. "But I've been wondering – Since you seem to be in such a good mood lately…"

Warrick released a somewhat exasperated sigh that Greg took as a sign to continue.

"What was with you yesterday, anyway?"

"You spilled something, didn't you?"

Greg ignored the question, knowing Warrick was trying to avoiding answering the question. Although, it didn't stop him from sparing a quick glance to the floor to make sure he really didn't spill any rice. "With Megan, I mean?"

"Megan Peterson?" Warrick snorted as he reached for his cup, positioning the straw between his lips to take a sip of his soda. "Nothing."

"Didn't look like nothing from where I was standing," Greg said innocently, bringing his own drink to his mouth. "It's funny," he said as he placed his drink back in the cup holder, "that now I can say I understand how Nick feels when he tries to talk to me."

"Greg…"

Greg didn't pay attention to the warning tone in Warrick's voice. "But really, it's not good to keep things bottled up, you know." And neither did he pay attention to Warrick's scoff, either, because it didn't matter that he wasn't exactly the poster child for his own advice, only that he was trying to make a point.

"Take me for example."

"Do I have to?" Warrick asked dully.

Greg grinned as he pointed a chopstick at Warrick, knowing the other man wasn't really upset by his curiosity and was more or less humouring Greg. "Well-"

"And before you answer, remember who paid for your shrimp fried rice."

Greg opened his mouth and then closed it forcefully. "You know that place didn't take cards, and I told you I don't have any cash with me," he said defensively.

"So you claim."

"Warrick…would I ever try to get out of not paying for something?" Greg asked, continuing before the other man had the opportunity to speak. "Okay, don't answer that. But…" Greg trailed off, interrupted by the sound of his phone beeping.

He placed his feet on the mat, ignoring the sharp tingling caused by the blood circulation returning to his legs as he reached in his pocket for his phone. He held his food in one hand, opening his phone with the other; the expression on his face falling as he read the message on the screen.

"Grissom?" Warrick asked, momentarily taking his eyes off the road to glance at Greg.

"Yeah," Greg said, closing his phone with an audible snap. He sighed heavily, the easy atmosphere he felt with Warrick now dissipating.

"What'd he say?"

"He found them."

Nick nodded to Greg and Warrick as he and Sara took seats on either side of Catherine, not shocked to see that the other two men were already here. He let his gaze linger on Greg, the other man picking up a piece of shrimp with his chopsticks and placing it in his mouth; giving Nick a tired smile before turning to face Grissom when the supervisor sat in a chair at the head of the table.

"So, you're saying the Harrisons are still in Vegas?" Catherine asked, hand rest against the side of her face and elbow propped on the table. "And that they've been here all this time?" she asked again for clarification, her tone relaying her scepticism.

There was a determined gleam in Grissom's eyes, and Nick was undecided on whether or not he could genuinely attribute it to excitement.

He didn't know everything about the case, but from what Greg revealed about it and by watching the toll it was taking on the younger man Nick could say he knew enough to get more than simply a general idea of the situation. And as much as he disliked being cynical, Nick knew this was going to be one of those cases that got away from them, no matter how fervent Grissom was towards it.

But the fact that his case had apparently been solved meant that Grissom would now have the whole team working on this one; something Nick couldn't honestly say he had that much enthusiasm for.

"Yes," Grissom said easily, the older man's voice sharp in Nick's mind and breaking him out of his thoughts. "There was footage of them in the lobby from an attempted robbery yesterday at a Days Inn about ten miles outside of the Strip."

"That's not that far at all," Sara said, peering at Grissom curiously as if she were trying to figure out if he was hiding something from them.

"Not at all," Grissom agreed, "which means they've probably been hiding in Vegas for nearly two weeks."

"Hotel hopping, then?" Greg suggested, shrugging as he placed his chopsticks down and the rest of the team turned to look at him.

"Slumming for them, probably," Warrick added, taking the attention away from Greg. "And we couldn't exactly trace them since they were paying with cash, right?" he asked, looking to Grissom for confirmation.

"Not like they'll run out of it anytime soon," Nick heard Greg murmured while Grissom nodded at Warrick.

Nick sat back quietly, taking in the questioning faces of Sara and Catherine; somewhat grateful he wasn't the only person who was apparently out of the loop. He glanced at the tall stack of papers in center of the table, the same one Grissom had been carrying earlier that held all the information pertaining to the case so far, which uncovered more information than Nick originally expected.

"But now we have a missing couple on the run," Grissom said. "And doing more than just hiding in plain sight."

Catherine raised her eyebrows. "You're suggesting that someone's after them?"

"There's still too much not adding up at this point, and I'm hesitant to rule it out just yet."

"But from who?" Sara asked, her forehead creasing in concentration. Nick wasn't the only one who was keeping up with this case.

"That…Baitu guy?" Greg suggested.

Warrick shook his head. "What for? They paid already."

"And maybe that's why they had to pay more," Greg countered.

Warrick appeared as though he wanted so speak, but kept his mouth close; seemingly not able to come up with anything to say.

"What about the case Ecklie headed a few years back?" Nick said, finally entering the conversation. "The one where they found the little girl in the dumpster?"

He didn't know that exact details of the case, but Nick did remember hearing about Ecklie working it during the first couple of months he spent in the lab in Vegas. It was a hectic time if anything; rushed, desperate and made even more frustrating by the fact that years later it still remained unsolved.

"I remember that little girl…" Catherine said softly. "At first we thought it was a just a sexual abuse case. But no one would claim her and we had no way of identifying who she was."

Sara and Greg looked at Catherine quizzically.

"A couple of years before you guys came here," she explained to them quickly before turning to Grissom. "Other than the fact that both little girls were Asian, do you think there could be a connection between that case and this one?"

"Could be," Grissom said. "And it doesn't hurt to look."

"But wasn't the FBI initially withholding some of the information about that case from us?" Warrick asked. "Something about the traces of meth in her stomach?"

"Nothing I can't say I still don't expect, but hopefully they'll be willing to share it with us now," Grissom admitted resignedly. "It doesn't necessarily fall under FBI jurisdiction just yet, but it's not as if we have enough evidence to actually make sense of anything in the first place."

"Never stopped them from coming before," Warrick said.

Nick withheld from snorting, inwardly agreeing with the sentiment. None of them were really that averse to working with the FBI, but there always seemed to be a trail of miscommunication following in their wake whenever they were involved. And miscommunication more than often led to a lack of information that ended up hindering the investigation of a case.

Sara scrunched her nose. "But we have an interagency here, set up specifically for dealing with human trafficking. Aren't they going to be involved in this somewhere along the line?"

"Unless we can know for sure, we just don't have the time and resources to dedicate to cases to like this," Grissom said. "We try to work them while we can; when we have the opportunity."

Nick looked at the stack of papers still on the table, silently agreeing with Grissom. There was a reason why these were the kinds of cases that were often left unresolved. There was usually so much working against them and too much they weren't able to do; ultimately leaving everyone at odds and in a situation that made beating a dead horse seem more productive.

He sighed when he lifted his head, briefly meeting Greg's gaze before quickly turning away.

"And that's why the majority of them fall through the cracks."

Hmm...stuff happened and time flew, but I'm still working on this. It's amazing when I honestly know where I want to go with the plot and such. It's just that I need to be in a particular mood to handle writing this. Finicky piece this is.

But for this chapter, I wanted to do something lighter because this story isn't really that angsty, or at least it isn't supposed to be. But I guess it will soon go along those lines since Nick's case is finally wrapped up and now everybody can focus on the other case, which is good for the direction of the story. No, really, it's actually going somewhere.

There's not much Nick/Greg interaction (and there won't be until the next chapter), but I'm fine with that because I really enjoyed writing the car scene with Warrick and Greg. And I don't know if I'm going to find anything other than dark humour in this story again.

Anyway, thanks for reading and thank you to silverrayne621, Andrew-Squee, I do have a name, and DemonUntilDeath for reviewing.