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Day Seven Point One

"And you got me doing this today because…?" Tanner was not a morning person, and I knew that. So why the hell did I wake him up so early?

"Because you said you'd help me with this so you're helping me." I took a bite of my hash brown and checked the window of Jason Washington's house once more. This dude was one of the two officers Fillinger had talked to. Today was his day off and I knew he would be meeting up with Dillan Davis sometime. Those fucktards always spent too much time together. I'd say they were together if they weren't always catching whores or going to strip joints.

"I'm just gonna sleep til some action happens. Staying still ain't really my thing."

"A Master Chief Petty Officer says being still isn't his thing? You're a liar. I've seen you guys 'in action'. Psh, being busy my ass. That's fine. You sleep. I'll just be here trying to help Fillinger."

"Aw, damn. Don't try and guilt trip me."

I sighed. I wasn't at all. I was just making a point. "I wasn't, man. I was just saying."

About three hours passed and damn straight skippy, there was officer Davis knocking on Washington's door.

"Well let's get this popcorn poppin'."

I squinted my eyes and stared at him until he reacted. "What? You never heard that before?"

I rolled my eyes. "Hell no I never heard that before. You're so fuckin' old, man. Lets go."

DMSR

"Areola Fifty-One? Is that seriously the name of this STD breeder?" Tanner stared up at the sign, blocking his eyes from the bright afternoon sun. "It's broad frickin' day light outside and these dicks have the audacity to prance into a titty bar?!"

Ramos crouched, falling back on his heels and placing his elbows on his knees. He held his stomach until he stopped laughing and regained his composure. Standing up and taking a deep breath, he wiped a tear from his eye and stared with his buddy up at the sign. "You think this one is bad? Obviously you haven't heard of LA 'gentlemen clubs', Tanner."

"I can honestly, no lie, say that I have never been to a whore house before. Ain't I a keeper?"

Ramos rolled his eyes. "So you're in your third marriage because…?" With a slap to the back of his head, he followed the older man into the germ infestation.

The first thing he noticed was that there was an unusually large amount of people here. Maybe twenty to thirty. It was almost one p.m. and there were about thirty people in a titty bar? Why?

Tanner scanned the bar first, noticing three waitresses nestled against a man in an expensive suit, probably about a thousand dollars. Slicked, black hair, peppered with grey. A Daytona Rolex on his wrist, Gucci shoes that looked to be about nine hundred dollars, four or five gold rings on his sausage fingers, and a thick gold chain around his neck. He was too busy with the females to notice anything around him, but no worries. He had two burly men at each end of the bar, keeping surveillance.

Most of the men in there were dressed in the same manner. An expensive suit, a lot of rings, slicked back hair, and a gold chain around their neck. None of them were alert, ignorance truly being bliss at the moment.

The two authority figures located their targets, who were chatting it up with some of the men dressed 'fancily'. Washington excused himself for the bathroom, and a few seconds later, Davis did the same. One of the men stared suspiciously behind them but he made no move to stand up.

Tanner discreetly nodded at Ramos, and slipped out through the front door. He snuck around the back, luckily it wasn't locked, and came into the building, right in front of the bathrooms. He peered down the hall, noting that no one was coming, and quickly caught the attention of Ramos. The detective stood from his spot, much to the dismay of the stripper making her way over to him, and met Tanner at the men's entrance. He opened the door, and came upon the officers arguing in front of the sinks.

Both men froze when Ramos came into view and conversation stopped abruptly.

"R- Ramos. Man, th- the hell are you doin' here, hah," Davis asked, trying to seem light.

Ramos nodded at Tanner and the man came into the bathroom, closed and locked the door behind him, and walked next to Ramos.

"Hey Davis. Washington. I got a few questions for you guys. Think you could answer 'em?"

DMSR

"Oh shit." Professor Bergut was squinting his eyes at a piece of paper that had come out of the printing machine. "I knew it."

His wife, Professor Nathalie, as everyone called her, roller her chair to her husband and kissed his cheek. "Did you ever doubt yourself, sweetheart?" Her voice was soothing on his ears, as it had always been in the thirty-five years they had been married.

"No," he replied, setting the paper down and returning her kiss with one on her forehead. "But I was hoping I was wrong."

Mrs. Bergut frowned and held her husband's hand. "How come, dear?"

He sighed and took his glasses off, lying them on top of the paper. "Because this means that she was really murdered… and now we have to find her killer."

DMSR

"Why didn't you save the number?!" Morgan demanded. He threw the cover off the bed and sorted through the sheets.

"I thought I wouldn't need to!" Reid was sorting through his and Morgan's dirty clothes.

"Pretty Boy," he sighed and started to fix the bed. "That was so stupid of you."

Spencer laughed and fell into the chair by the window. "I know." He closed his eyes and then slumped lower. "I know," he said more solemnly this time.

"He'll call us though. He probably saved the number in his phone as soon as he could."

Spencer groaned and ran a hand through his honey curls. "Right. Yeah, you're right. I guess… I'm just worried because it's already two and he hasn't called yet."

Morgan laid across the bed, making it so his head was on the side Reid was. He reached an arm out and rubbed his lovers elbow lovingly. "He's a human too. He's got a wife, and he had to sleep last night. He's probably finishing-"

Spencer's phone rang and he bolted out of the chair to grab it. Standing in front of the now muted television, he opened it. "Hello?"

Professor Bergut answered, and then there was silence. "Professor?" Spencer prodded.

"Ah…yes, well…" There was rustling and then a female voice was speaking. One that reminded the doctor of his mothers.

"Hello, Dr. Reid. My name is Nathalie, I'm Roger- er, Professor Bergut's wife. We did the tests we promised to, and in doing so, we have… come to the conclusion that…your mother was indeed… murdered."

The tears that had filled the agents eyes spilled over as Derek made his way over and wrapped his arms around him. He cried openly, his sobs audible on the other side of the phone.

"I'm so terribly sorry, Doctor. I wish I didn't have to tell you the rest."

Spencer sniffled and let Derek use a tissue to wipe his tears and his nose. He gently smiled at his partner. "I'm sorry." He said. "You can tell me now."

Mrs. Bergut choked this time, and the phone was returned to the original owner. "I'm sorry for your loss, Doctor. About your mothers murder, peculiar, it was. The ashes, going by your mothers last medical bill, the ratio of everything added up. All except for the medicinal factors I found in her body. Your mother was taking Clozapine, correct?"

"Um, yes. She was."

Professor Bergut nodded to his wife. "An atypical antipsychotic. I've heard great revi- sorry. That would cause a lower count in white blood cells, which made her more susceptible to sickness. I think whoever killed your mother knew this."

"What would make you say so?" This time it was Derek who had asked, his ear next to Spencer's.

"Well, like I said earlier, I did a ratio. Since I didn't have all the ashes to work with, I merely took a part, sort of like cookin- sorry again. Back to point, the culprit used amphetamines to invade your mother's system. Once again, she was weak, so even the smallest amount worked. Maybe their intention wasn't to kill, but to stop all cognitive thoughts. Her levels of norepinephrine and dopamine were above that of a normal human's body. This induced the cardiac arrest."

"Didn't they pump her stomach? Wouldn't that have been found?" Derek was getting angrier by the second. Spencer had put the phone on speaker and was holding it out as far as he could, as close to Derek as he possibly could without letting it go.

"They did. And they should have. So my theory oof- my wife's theory is that they used a needle form. It was probably a shot directly to the heart, which would be directly under her breast and no examiner would have a need to check there. If not, it would have been inserted through the femoral artery, or the carotid artery, and with that, a coroner wouldn't think to look there because she was a 'hear attack' patient."

Spencer finally handed the phone to Derek and bit his lip. His tears were gone now, replaced by the red of anger. A blood vessel on his forehead was popping and he folded his arms as he sat on the bed.

Derek took the phone off of speaker. "Professor Bergut, you have no idea how thankful we are to you and your wife."

"Agent, it was no trouble at all. And we do not expect anything in return, do you understand?"

Derek sighed. Old people were either really kind or really mean. They just happened upon a really nice couple. "I understand," he said, with no intention to back down. "Good bye Professor. We'll keep you updated."

"Good bye, Agent. Be well." His wife chimed in, "Take care of that poor boy!" just as the phone was hung up and Morgan smiled as he closed the flip.

"Spencer?" He asked, sitting down next to the practically steaming brunette. "Spencer?"

"Yes, Derek?"

"Did you get all of that?" The darker man pulled Reid's bottom lip free from the wrath of his front teeth. It wasn't until he saw Derek's thumb when he noticed he was drawing blood.

"I did. And I know I'm going to kill the son-of-a-bitch that murdered my mom."

DMSR

"Qu- questions? About what?" Davis stammered.

Backing the both of them to the wall, Tanner and Ramos smirked almost in unison. "We're the ones asking questions. Not you," the older naval rate said.

"They're gonna notice when none of us come out! Four men in a bathroom is weird don't you think?"

"Three numbnuts, no one saw me come in. I'm slick like that, heh."

Ramos rolled his eyes. "They didn't seem to care too much in all honesty. I just want to know a few things. Willing to help me out, boys?" He folded his arms as he came face to face with Washington.

Both glanced at one another. "Okay. What do you want to know?" Davis asked.

"First of all, who the hell are those people?"

Davis gulped. "They're… the mob."

Ramos arched an eyebrow and Tanner shrugged. "What do you mean 'the mob'?"

Washington sighed. "The mob. Gangsters. Mafia. Get it? They're the mob."

Ramos unfolded his arms and pushed Washington aside. He zoned on Davis, who was the least emotional and more nervous looking. "Care to elaborate?"

Davis nodded slowly. "A- a few days ago… we were… told to-"

"What the fuck man! You're gonna get us killed!"

Davis whipped his head around and glared at his friend. "I'm tired of checking my shoulder every two seconds, Jason. I wanna be safe, and they'll never know it was us, right?"

Ramos narrowed his eyes. "I know how to keep a secret." He nodded at Tanner and the man took Washington to the other side of the bathroom. "Go on," he urged.

"Well… we were told to…coerced to keep quiet."

"About what exactly?"

Davis bit his lip. "There was a phone call the other day from this doctor. He wanted us to check something out. When we told chief about it, he just said not to worry about, to go interview this doctor but then write him off as bogus. So we did that."

Sensing there was more, Ramos stared him in the eyes and nodded.

"After that, we got a 'visit' from the mob, telling us that if we ratted them out, they'd kill us."

Leaning back on the sinks, the detective tapped his chin with a pointer. "Who is this mob boss? Is he the guy out there with the body guards on the bar?"

Davis closed his eyes, indicating a yes. "His name is Vinny Ambrogino."

"This call you got from the doc, you know what it was about, why?"

Erratically he shook his head. "I had no idea, man. I swear! I think Ricker knows but I don't know, man. I fuckin' swear!"

"Alright, alright." He looked over to Tanner and Washington who were in the middle of a death glare battle.

"How do you know we're not wired, ass wipe?"

Ramos laughed. "You'd have put yourselves in danger if that were true."

Washington lost the contest and then turned towards Ramos. "Say what? How?"

"Because you two were obviously arguing over something serious, and if you had a wire on you, I'm pretty sure even imbeciles like you would know to keep your mouths shut," Tanner threw in.

Both men looked down. "Did you have any idea, Washington? What that call was about?"

"I didn't man. When we got there we thought it was weird too. And we talked to chief about it. I think that's why those guys threatened us."

Tanner and Ramos' eyes met and they both came to a silent agreement. "Well, boys. Thank you for the help. I'll definitely be in contact with you later."

As they turned to walk out the door, Washington stopped Tanner by grabbing his arm. "You guys are gonna keep quiet about us, right?"

Tanner grinned with the right side of his face and closed the door behind him.

"That was awfully mean, Mr. Military Man."

"Aw, they'll be fine." He glanced down the hall. "I reckon you stay, then leave in a few so as not raise suspicion. Sound good?"

Ramos sighed. "I reckon so, partner."

Tanner glared out the corner of his eye. "Why you gotta tease me for my southern upbringing? You sure as hell don't do it when Julie serves you at our damn dinner table."

"And with good reason. That woman would beat the shit out of me."

"Ain't she a southern belle?" He laughed and raised an arm. "I'll be across the street at the IHOP. Have fun."

Ramos turned down the hall and made it back out where trance music and slutty girls were permeating around the room like steam.


Please note that I had absolutely no idea what I was talking about with the medical stuffs! I mean, the amphetamines and how they affect you is right, as well as the consequences of taking Clozapine, but the rest of it was all BS! I just tried to make it work!…Did it?

Hope you review!... No seriously, review. I have no idea if what I'm writing is satisfying any of you. No one is reviewing and I keep thinking the worse, like no one is reading my story anymore... so if you are, let me know please?