Authors note: Yeah I know I'm a bad person for taking so long, you don't have to say it. No excuses I suck, I know.

Disclaimer: Crossing Jordan ain't mine. I wish I owned Nigel though.

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It had been several days since the apartment incident but there was nothing to be found. It seemed Nigel's mystery assailant had struck again without leaving anything behind. The lack of evidence had everyone annoyed to no end, and it didn't help that the cops kept pestering Nigel with questions.

"Do you know of anyone who would wish to hurt you Mr. Townsend?" A cop called Brown had asked him for what seemed the hundredth time.

"Apparently some guy with a tire iron." Nigel answered annoyed. Brown gave him a look but moved on anyways.

"Did you notice anything missing in your house?"

"Haven't I already talked to you? Twice?"

"Mr. Townsend." Brown said with a warning tone of voice, this was starting to get old.

"No, not that I noticed anyways. Who knows, may be a couple weeks from now I won't be able to find my toe nail clippers?" Nigel answered letting his roll back so he was staring at the ceiling.

Officer Brown growled in frustration and stood up, glaring at the seated man before him. "Look Mr. Townsend, I'm just trying to help. If you don't want to cooperate fine, the person who attacked you and broke into your house is just going to walk. Their going to get away scott-free and they might even come after you again."

Nigel sighed and dropped his head into his hands, rubbing his temples trying to expel the growing headache. "Right, sorry rough week. No I don't think they took anything though it was hard to tell with everything so knocked around."

The officer nodded and retook his seat, slightly more sympathetic. The guy had a right to be touching since his assault and the breaking and entering but it wasn't helping anyone and the cop needed answers if they were to help him. "Alright, lets go over it again. You left the elevator…"

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Several hours later Nigel was walking from the precinct to his hotel room, exhausted and with a major headache. The hotel was still several blocks away when he spotted a newspaper stand and he quickly bought a paper. He hadn't really bothered with current affairs and wondered how the world was doing since he recent accident. Nigel briefly wondered if he was in it at all but decided he really didn't want to know. Tucking the paper under his arm he walked the few blocks to the run down hotel he was staying at. Slipping the key card into the lock he pushed the door open and threw the paper onto the table for a later read. Kicking off his shoes he collapsed on the bed fell into a deep sleep.

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Okay I know there's going to be a lot of you out there who are not happy with me. All I'm going to say is I'm sorry. Both for the short chapter and the long wait for it. I will try to snap them out a little quicker. This actually took me forever to write, my brain and muse are on strike. Maybe if they get some reviews they'll come back. Thanks to all my loyal readers epically those who review. I know it's taking me a while to get theses out but I promise not to quite on you guys. So leave a nice review and help me get my muse back!