A/N Sorry for the delay. My muse was thrown completely out of whack by last week's episode. Hope this chapter is up to par with the rest. Again, you all are so amazing for reading my little adventure.

Within a few hours, Pride had managed to set up a newscast with the local stations to report that Brody and LaSalle had both died from injuries suffered in a tragic accident. Chris LaSalle and Meredith Brody were no more. Pride had even gone so far as to set up a public memorial service for the agents in hopes of drawing out the mastermind.

"Pride, we've got something," Abigail kept close watch on the website as it began to light up with user comments, and likes.

"That's extremely disturbing," she sighed as the faces of Carson and Bethany Meacham's avatars appeared, declaring them the winners of $500,000 dollars for eliminating the pair of agents.

All Pride and Borin needed to do now was to get Meacham to agree to collect his prize.


Brody looked across the room at the man who was sleeping in the bed next to hers and wondered about the large ace bandage that covered the length of his left forearm. Lorretta had filled her in on the rest of his injuries but his arm remained a mystery.

The sun was up in full now making Chris wonder exactly how longer they were going to have to wait for help to arrive. From what he'd been able to tell judging by the amount of light that was now streaming into the demolished cab of the truck, it had been least 3 hours or better.

Chris didn't know where they were but judging from the fact that they had yet to be found it was no place good. He needed to do something he reasoned, glancing over at Brody and wondering why it was that she had yet to move.

As hopeless as it seemed, Chris had to try something. Rearing his arm back he pushed his elbow into the remaining glass in the driver's side window until the skin on his forearm was nothing but blood.

There was a first aid kit with a burner phone in the extended cab, it he could just manage to get to it he might be able to call for help. Unfortunately that illusion was all in his mind as he tried to pull himself free from behind the steering wheel. A scream ripped through him as he only managed to injure himself further in trying to pull his broken body free from the wreckage.


Chris was startled awake by the sensation that someone was watching him. Turning his head, he saw two large brown eyes studying him intently. "Brody?" he managed as the sights and smells of their new accommodations began to tease at his mind.

He recognized this place he thought as the last bit of the anesthesia began to wear off. "Are we in the-"

"Morgue" Brody finished for him.

Chris knew he ended up here someday but he didn't think he'd still be alive when it happened. Oddly enough, the reality of the situation did not surprise him as he recalled trying to take down the nurse that had threatened Loretta.

The morgue was her sanctuary, her safe haven.

"Are you okay?" he asked Brody noting the look of uncertainty in her eyes.

"I don't know, you tell me." She replied as Sebastian came barreling in to engulf LaSalle in giant bear hug. Brody could only watch as the man she had been told was her partner failed miserably at holding back a cry of pain at the sensation of broken bones protesting human contact.

"Sebastian-" Loretta called out drawing out his name.

"Oh sorry," Sebastian apologized as he released LaSalle and straightened to his full height. "I'm so glad you're back!" he added before attempting to fix the rumpled sheets.

Loretta's big smile overshadowed Sebastian's excitement as she moved closer to the recovering agents. "How are you feeling, Christopher?"

"Pretty good until just a second ago." Chris shot Sebastian a murderous glance causing the lovable forensic scientist to shrink.

"I'll see about getting you something for the pain." Loretta was about to leave when Brody began to clear her throat, prompting her face to change. Loretta extended her hand, slightly.

"Agent Brody is having some trouble remembering things clearly", she explained to Chris earning a WTF glance in exchange before turning her attention back to the amnesic agent

"Merri, this is Chris, you and he and work together."

Brody stared at the man beside her as a wave of unrelated conversations and scenarios came flooding back in tiny pieces.

LaSalle was wrestling, a young kid of all of 17 to the wall when she walked in to the bar with the man she had been told was called Pride.

"Does anyone have a set of handcuffs, I could borrow?" he asked pressing his forearm up against the kid's neck.

Do you always start your morning off in bar? She asked handing him the cuffs as he started to grin.

"This is New Orleans; it might be daylight but the evening's still young."

"Drink much?" Brody felt the interrogator in her begin to rise up; the need to question and pick apart every little detail was yearning for answers.

"Excuse me?" Chris looked at her strangely, before turning his attention back to Loretta. The WTF look clearly plastered over his face. That he could remember, he hardly ever drank in front of Brody, he had bragged about his Krew Kraw during Mardi Gras but he didn't think it had amounted to much as far as his partner was concerned.

"Just roll with it for now." Loretta made an easing motion with her hands knowing it was possible that Brody's mind still hadn't caught back up to present time.

LaSalle averted his glance back this partner flashing his signature grin. "Depends on your definition of much."

Back to square one…


"He's agreed to plea to a lesser charge," Borin walked briskly keeping in step with Pride as they arrived at the exchange site hoping that Carson Meacham would lead them to the person behind the website.

"How lesser of a charge?" Pride held out his arm, commanding her to stop as Meacham came into view.

"Assault."

Pride took off his sunglasses so that Abigail could see the anger in his eyes. "He tried to kill two federal agents and nearly succeeded."

Getting into position, Pride pulled out his weapon, ready to spring into action once the transaction was complete. Borin did the same. Together they watched as Meacham took a seat on a park bench. A few moments, later a woman wearing a scarf and donning dark glasses sat beside him, with a large duffle bag at her feet.