(A/N: First of all, I am SO sorry that it's taken me so long. I swear, the update for TNAOSH will soon follow. Please Read & Review.)


"What the Hell are you doing in here?" snapped Dean. He entered David's shed to see Jess, apparently snooping around.

"Just wondering what keeps causing all those electrical surges," said Jess, mockingly innocent, "What's Dr. Frankenstein cookin' up in here, anywhere?"

"It's Dr. Benson," said Dean, "And, you shouldn't be in here in the first place. David's lab is private."

"You're in here," noted Jess.

"I'm his ASSISTANT," said Dean, frowning, "Now get out."

"Lorelai hired me to do maintenance, Lurch" said Jess, "I'm just doing my job."

"I bet," spat Dean, advancing on Jess. The image of Jess and Rory embraced in a deep kiss was running rampant through his mind

"You seem just a little bent out of shape," said Jess, "Upset that you haven't mastered walking upright and using your thumbs?"

"You kissed Rory," snarled Dean, slamming his hand down on a table.

"Is it my fault your girlfriend's dissatisfied with you?" said Jess, "I was doing her a favor."

That did it. Dean threw a right-cross that smashed against Jess's jaw and pushed him against the gamma knife. Jess kneed Dean in the stomach and pushed him off.

"I've been wanting to do this for a long time!" yelled Jess. He rushed Dean and pushed him across a table, sending test tubes and beakers flying.

"Not as long as I have," said Dean, straightening himself. He crouched into a boxer's guard position and threw a straight punch to Jess's midsection, expecting him to drop his defenses. Instead, Jess sidestepped the blow and threw a left hook to Dean's temple.

Dean's head slammed against a metal apparatus, disorientating him. Jess went on the offensive, grabbing the larger boy by the throat and viciously punching him in the stomach.

Suddenly, Jess stopped. A large humming noise filled Dean's ears, and then he knew only darkness.


Hilton Hotel, Hartford

"Jack!" called Logan, entering their hotel room. McGee sat at a desk, studying a map of Connecticut.

"What did you find out from the police?" asked McGee, not looking up.

"Not much," said Logan, "The officer that encountered the Hulk wasn't eager to talk, but after I slipped him a hundred (and few sips from my flask of bourbon), he gave me a description: About seven feet tall; 330 lbs.; green skin; shaggy green hair; and, white eyes."

"That's the Hulk, alright," said McGee, drawing with a compass, "What about the man the Hulk attacked? Did you find out what hospital he's at?"

"Yeah," said Logan, "but he has a major concussion and two separated shoulders. I couldn't get anything out of him."

"Damn." McGee stood up and stretched his back. "Did you at least find out which way he headed?"

"The cop said East," said Logan, "but that was at least two days, and the way that thing was haulin' keister, it could be on the other side of the state by now."

"Doubt it," said McGee, going back to the map, "After it calms down, the Hulk will change back to John Doe. I know how he thinks; he'll want to stay in either a small, out of the way town where few people are likely to know about the Hulk, or a very large city where he could easily lose himself among a large number of people. Since Hartford is the only such large city within about 100 square miles, the former sort seems a safer bet."

McGee held up a piece of paper with mathematical formulae on it. "Given what I believe is the Hulk's approximate running speed, I've narrowed it down to the three most likely towns: Woodbury, New Haven, and Stars Hollow."

McGee got up and started packing his bags, and threw Logan's at him. "Jack, what are you doing?" asked Logan.

"We have to move fast," replied McGee, "John Doe is a desperate man, and years of me chasing him have made him crafty. But this time, he doesn't know we're onto him, so we have a small window in which we can catch him with his pants down. But said window is shrinking rapidly and we have to search all three towns. So move, Huntzberger!"


(A/N: Sorry for the shortness. Next one will be longer, and here much sooner. Please Review.)

TO BE CONTINUED.