Happy Martin Luther King Jr. Day. I hope his dream comes true.

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"I want him locked up." White Knight demanded, glaring from the screen.

"We don't even know what happened yet." Six said.

"Oh, I think we have a good idea." White Knight replied wryly.

"Sir, none of the cameras around the area were working. The wounds don't look like anything caused by Rex." Holiday added.

"If it looks like a duck..." White Knight paused pointedly. "And there are five dead agents that I now need to replace. What am I supposed to file their deaths under?"

"There's no concrete evidence it was Rex." Six said firmly. "And until there is ..." Six trailed off. White and Six glared at each other.

"I will hold you personally responsible for any other incidents." The screen went black.

"I'm sure you will." Six muttered.

"Six?" Rex spoke for the first time.

"Yes." Six acknowledged.

"Maybe I should... you know... temporarily stay in my room. I don't want hurt you guys." He ended in a whisper.

"You won't." Six insisted.

"Rex." Holiday interrupted before Rex could remember her wounds. "Can you tell me what happened?"

"I went to the lab to see if they had the results yet and... I don't know… there was something on the wall that my hand touched... then all these voices started to scream at me. I ran into a room and blacked out." He said forlornly.

"That's all you remember?" Holiday asked.

Rex nodded wordlessly.

"Okay Rex. Stay here and just try to relax. I'm going to go to the lab and check out the wall. Six, can you help me? Six dutifully followed.

"Wait. You're leaving me alone?" Rex asked alarmed.

"Bobo, will stay with you. Bobo?" She called on her comlink.

"What?" A gruff voice answered loud enough for all of them to hear.

"Can you come here please?" Holiday asked.

Why?" He asked suspiciously.

"Bobo, get over here now or else I'll have a new fur rug on my bedroom floor." Six s

"OK, ok coming. Yeesh!" Bobo complained. In a few minutes he showed up in the conference room. Six and Holiday left him strict instructions to keep an eye on Rex before walking out of the room.

When they were out of earshot Six turned to Holiday. "What's up?" He asked.

"Can't hide anything from you." She chuckled lightly. Then she teetered a little. Six grabbed her before she fell.

"You're not well yet." He said.

"No, I'm fine. I haven't had anything to eat since last night. Just a little light headed." She took a deep breath. "I lied to White. Those wounds on those agents could be from Rex's BFS if it had not punctured all the way through. So it's possible Rex could have done it."

"You think Rex killed those people." Six's eyebrow arched.

"Yes… no… I don't know. If you had asked me yesterday, I would have decidedly said no. But he did attack me. I don't think he had any idea what he was doing. It's not his fault but he could still be a danger." Holiday said with consternation.

"Noted. I will keep any eye on him." Six answered.

Holiday stopped and studied his passive face. "I knew you were a softie." She said with a smirk.

"On the contrary, it would be more practical to have him close than locked up." Six replied.

"Sure." Holiday decided not to argue. "After I check the wall, I want to see if the analysis from Rex's room is ready. Once I am sure the lab is clean, Rex can come in for some tests."

"Are you going to be all right?" Six asked when they entered her lab.

Startled by the question, Holiday looked at him. She realized he had never let her go and she had been leaning into his body. Holiday moved her face to hide the blush she could feel forming. "Of course." She quickly moved away and busied herself with gathering some instruments.

"I'm going to return to Rex. I'm not leaving him out of my sight. It was my fault." The last statement made Holiday look at him.

"Your fault? Six, you couldn't have known…" She protested.

"I messed up. It won't happen again, doctor." She saw the tightness in his face. Then he was gone.

0o0

"So babysitting ya again. Bobo said to break the heavy silence in the room.

"Bobo, what if I am a monster?" Rex asked unexpectedly.

"What? Don't be silly chief. You ain't no monster." Bobo scoffed.

"Then how do you explain what I did to Holiday? Or maybe those agents?" Bobo was informed by Rex of the possibility of his misdeeds. Bobo had taken it surprisingly well.

"Bad burrito?" Bobo suggested. Rex gave him a withering look. "All right, all right, I don't know. But Bobo does know that you would never hurt people on purpose… unless they deserved it."

"Doc, didn't deserve it! And neither did those grunts." Rex nearly shouted. He closed his eyes and took some deep breathes. "Bobo, what if I'm losing my mind?"

"Hey chief," Bobo was getting concerned now. "Don't go thinking crazy now. Dr. Holiday will find out what's wrong. It's probably those abbynormal nanites whe was talking about."

Rex buried his head in his hands. "What if she can't find anything wrong with me?" He looked straight at Bobo. "Then I should be locked up."

"No, kid, you shouldn't." Six strolled in with his hands in his pockets. "We don't know the whole picture. Before you go jumping to conclusions, let's see if we can find the real conclusion first."

Rex and Bobo both jumped.

"Geesh, green bean, give an EVO a warning." Bobo snapped clutching his chest.

"No." He answered flatly before turning to Rex. "You're staying with me tonight."

"We're having a sleep over? We can do our hair, paint our nails, and talk about movie stars." Bobo joked.

"I'll get an extra cot in my room." Six ignored Bobo.

"What about me?" Bobo spoke up.

"I suggest you stay in your own room unless you like being a rug." Six told him.

"Six, I don't know if that's such a good idea." Rex rubbed the back of his neck. "What if I… get crazy?"

"Then we take care of it. You need your rest." Six motioned him to follow.

Rex hesitated a moment before following him out the room.

Bobo was alone in the empty room. A sudden sound made him jump. "Hey, I like sleeping on the floor! Wait for me."

It's been a crazy sad week. I was rear ended by a cab. Long story but I'm okay and his insurance company won't return my calls. I have a busted tail light, dented bumper, and trunk. My son got a respiratory infection and is on antibiotics. And our guinea pig died yesterday. She was old but it's still sad. I can still hear her calling for food. So everything got pushed to the back burner. I wrote this during my physical therapy appointment when I was on the bike. I'm slowly finishing things up but I'm kinda sad right now.