They continued to talk as they waited for Lennie.

"I can give you copies of reports of the accident, the Taylors, and what is known about Janet Silver since the reports are in my car, and I can take you to the Taylor home tomorrow. There were no police calls to the Taylor residence and it appears that Mr. and Mrs. Taylor moved here 10 years ago and they had stated that Samantha was their child. So we did a check for a Samantha Taylor and we found her as well as got you a list of those who went to school with her. We couldn't find signs of Samantha a year and a half ago when the car had crashed killing both Mr. and Mrs. Taylor and the heat was very intense so we never got a match to see who the third person was." Sergeant Jeff Bradley said.

"Wow."

"We did notice that once the accident happened, Janet left San Diego and we believed Samantha was the one who was killed," Jeff told him.

"Have you guys started the party without me?" Ed turned to see his very tired partner, standing in front of him.

"Hey Lennie, you finally showed up," Ed said while looking at his watch as he and Jeff stood up.

"Yeah," Lennie said feeling tired."

"'Bout time you showed up, should have come in 45 minutes ago, This is Sergeant Jeff Bradley of the San Diego Police Department, this is my partner, Lennie Briscoe."

"Hi," Jeff and Lennie shook hands.

"Welcome to San Diego. Did you have a good flight?" Jeff asked as they walked towards an unmarked police car.

"It was okay but towards the end, there was a drunk who needed to be restrained so I helped the attendants restrain him till we got to the gate."

After they checked into a hotel, the three men went into the room.

"Nice room they got us," Lennie said, as Ed went into the other room and Jeff sat on the chair near a table that had two other chairs.

"Uh, I don't think so Lennie. There's only one bed."

"Your department is just like ours, cheap," Jeff said as he laughed, as Ed walked in from the other room.

"Rock, paper, scissors?" Ed asked.

"Sure, the loser has to take the couch."

"Okay," Ed said as they sat on the other two chairs near the table.

"1, 2, 3!" Lennie said.

They both flashed their hands which came out as paper.

"One more time," Lennie said as they both grinned.

"1, 2, 3!" Ed said.

Ed made a fist as a rock and Lennie made a scissor motion then Ed won and got to sleep on the bed.

"Great," Jeff said as he clapped.

"Yeah," Lennie said then unpacked his things as well as put his guns on; Ed went to unpack some clothes from his suitcase.

Lennie sat on the couch, put his hand on his cheek as he rested his head while he looked at the turned off T.V., then fell asleep.

"Aw damn it!" Ed said.

"What's wrong?" Jeff asked as he turned towards the doorway of the room Ed was in.

"Got a note from the TSA. TSA's been through my luggage and I can't seem to find my guns in the cases!"

"Oh boy. Maybe they just moved it somewhere else," Jeff suggested as he walked towards the doorway.

"I have two guns in the gun case with the ammo in the holder. They are supposed to be right here," Ed said as he showed him where he had put the cases.

"I have heard TSA will move things around," Jeff said.

"Lennie get his guns?"

"Yeah, he unpacked his weapons and is taking a cat nap," Jeff said.

"Great, I might be missing my guns that should be in the cases and Lennie is taking a nap!"

"Well, just dump everything on the bed and we'll find it, if not, I'll call the TSA in New York."

Ed carefully unpacked until he found the cases in the pouches of his suitcase.

"Thanks. Oh, here they are, just the shirts are wrapped around them while in the pouches of my suitcase."

"Good. Do you guys want to find a place to eat? I can make some recommendations," Jeff said as Ed put his back up gun on his ankle, and his other gun in the holster clipped on his belt.

"Lennie! You hungry?" Ed yelled out as he saw his partner rubbing his eyes and looking at him.

"Yeah, I think so. But I'd rather just have pizza," Lennie said as he yawned.

A while later Ed got pizza from a local Pizza Hut as Jeff went home since Ed and Lennie decided to stay in for the night. After they ate, Ed told Lennie what Jeff told him at the airport as both men talked for a few hours as well as looked at reports.

"Did Jeff tell you anything while I was in the plane?" Lennie asked.

"Well, we know where Janet was when the accident happened."

"We do?" Lennie asked as he raised his eyebrow.

"It appears that she went out shopping when the accident occurred. The police report stated when officers arrived she had just come home from shopping and didn't know what happened."

A while later, Lennie got ready for bed while Ed took the cushions off the couch and pulled up the mattress so Lennie could sleep. Once Lennie went back in the living room, Ed went into his room, left the door ajar, and got ready for bed as they both turned off the lights in their quarters.

May 11th, the next morning-

After they had breakfast, Jeff picked them up in his unmarked police car and drove them up to the home where the Taylors had lived with Samantha. It was a stretch of a two lane roadway with brown grass, hills, green trees, power lines, and and houses that were a few yards from each other. They saw a street sign that showed where they needed to go, as they turned off the two lane road and headed down to the cul-de-sac; there were only two houses on one side, whereas on the other, there were no homes.

"Wow, this place is so brown," Lennie said.

"Yeah, San Diegans pay a pretty penny for water and sewer."

"Much different than New York," Ed said, as they both got out of the car and looked at the house.

"I'm already missing New York," Lennie said as Jeff laughed.

After they left the home, they went to the home of a former classmate of Samantha's, Henry Schiff. Henry came to the door with his mom behind him and let them in as his mom welcomed the officers and they sat at the table.

"Did you know Samantha Taylor?" Ed asked as he showed a picture of her.

"Yeah. I thought there was something suspicious about her and her parents," he said as he used his fingers to quote her parents.

"How do you mean?" Lennie asked as Ed took notes.

"Well, when I and some of her friends asked her where she moved from, she said she moved from Lakeside and lived in San Diego her whole life. But another time she said she came from somewhere back east even though some of us thought she was a military brat," he said.

"Did you ever go to her house or she go to parties or even maybe sports?" Ed asked.

"No. I got the sense that maybe her parents were abusive, but my mom and I met them with Samantha one day and they seemed nice. But it was really weird because Samantha had blonde hair and her parents had dark hair."

"Did you know this woman?" Lennie asked as he pulled out a picture and showed them the picture of Janet Silver.

"I didn't really know her but I recognize her when she came to the Taylors like a few years before the accident," Henry said.

"I thought maybe Janet was her mom because she had blonde hair but they didn't seem to get along at all and Samantha didn't get along with the Taylors either. So sometimes I wondered if maybe she was kidnapped but I had no proof or anything," Henry's mom said.

"Was she..?" Henry asked.

"'Fraid so, the mom who came is the one who kidnapped her from her father and they were divorced," Lennie said.

"I'm sorry she was killed in the accident, but at least she will be away from her mom and dad," Henry said.

"So, do you know for sure she was killed?" Ed asked.

"We never saw her, the Taylors, or her mom again but I also wondered if the mom was killed too since we didn't see her. Is she-?" Henry's mom said then inquired.

"She's alive and well in New York," Lennie said.

"Anything else?" Henry asked.

"That is all, thank you," Ed said as he, Lennie and Jeff got up and they left.

They went to another friend of Samantha's and was told the same thing Henry had said. They went to the police station to read the reports on the accident as well as Jeff drove them by the scene of the accident. They went to the hotel to rest for the night, Ed in his bed and Lennie on the couch.

A few hours later Lennie started to mutter in his sleep and made running motions as he started to dream-.

Lennie was running away from Lt. Van Buren and she was still chasing him after he looked back. Lennie didn't know why he was being chased but once he turned a corner, he was falling—

A/N: Henry Schiff and Jeff Bradley belong to me.