Sango stood in shock as she watched Miroku handcuff the long haired man. The horrors came flowing back into her mind like a movie. Like she was experiencing it, but at the same time she was merely watching.

Naraku looked up at her with a malicious grin.

"She'll have to identify the criminal. Not by what you say, and since that's all you've got, along with an 8 year old memory, you've got no case." He cackled. "I'll be back on the streets before dinner."

Miroku looked afraid, as afraid as she was. An hour later she was sitting in the lounge with a cappuccino in her tremulous hands, waiting for them to finish gathering their line-up. Miroku came in and sat down next to her silently, resting his forehead on his hands.

"I was going to work the case." He sighed after a while. "But, because we've got such a 'personal'" he said, making quotes in the air at the word personal "relationship, I've been kicked off. Because InuYasha is going out with Kagome and she's your best friend, he's been kicked off as well. Our other two best agents, Naraku's daughters, Kagura and Kanna, can't work it because he's their father, despite the fact that blood is all that says that fact."

He let out another long sigh.

"I'm sorry. It's up to Shippo and Koga now. They want the two of us to testify in the case though."

"Miroku, I can't."

"Why?"

"Because. When I saw him, I was terrified. I'm too scared to testify…"

"Sango, you have to!" he said standing up. His voice didn't sound like one of encouragement; it was one of anger. She had never heard that voice before.

"No Miroku! There's no law, as you've said many times, that forces someone to testify!" she said back, also standing up.

"You have to Sango! I need this man to go to jail! Not just for you, not just for the innocent little girls he raped and murdered like he tried to do to you, not just for their families, but for me and my family too!" he shouted. "You're the only one who can help me put him away! I need you to testify! You and I are the only survivors of the horrible things he's done!" he said a bit softer.

"What do you mean?" she demanded. His face went dark and he lowered his head until his bangs shadowed his eyes, then he turned away.

"It's not important. Just…Whatever, I can't make you testify." He muttered, walking…no…shuffling…no, definitely sulking away.

When Sango got home that night she couldn't find him. A fair amount of his things were gone, to include his suitcases, and so was he. Finally she went into her bedroom and she found a note on her pillow.

My dearest Sango-

I am afraid I have invaded your home for far too long. My past My family's past is coming back to haunt me, much like your's is. Good-bye, after the trail, hopefully, we will never see each other again.

-Lieutenant Houshi Miroku

For the first time in a long time, she bowed her head and prayed. ((And for the first time in a long time, she bowed her head to pray, she 'I'm sorry for the way…I've been living my life! And from now ooooon tonight… JESUS, TAKE THE WHEEL! Take it from my hands! Lol, sorry, the beginning of the paragraph made me think of that song…and I just tried to right Sango instead of song…)) She prayed he'd come back to her. That everything would be okay. That she'd have a chance to tell him that she…

No! There was no time to think about that!

She was pissed, thoroughly. Even with her identification and evidence they had found in his home, the judge they had brought it all to with hopes of getting an arrest warrant had let him go until the trial.

Sango reached one hand under the mattress and pull out a .32 caliber pistol.

She had a sinking suspicion that Miroku had a rough estimate of how many guns she had in her possession, to include at home, in her desk at work and in her car.

She had…maybe a million in weapons and ammunition, all registered in her name, all of which she fully knew how to use. She needed to buy ammo. All of her guns were empty from her time at the shooting range. There was a noise from the living room… She crept out carefully…

Meanwhile, Miroku threw himself down on the bed of a hotel room in a very pissed off mood…

((CLIFFHANGER!!!! R&R! Sorry I've been gone…))