To say he was onboard with Ricks latest vision was not at all what he wanted to believe. He was worried. When he told them about the voice he heard and that he could actually talk to this voice, Robbie pressed him for more information. He wanted to know if Rick recognized the voice from his vision. He was also worried for Rick's life. After this latest vision, Rick described to them that he had hurled himself into the path of the bullet hurtling towards the detective. He really needed to sit down with him and find out everything that had happened, he was sure that Rick was keeping important facts from him.

Vanessa came into her father's room and wanted to get his thoughts on Rick's latest vision.

"Papa, please tell me that you know that this will end badly for Rick?"

"Vanessa, I can't get blood from a stone. If Rick won't see to reason, who am I to stand in his way?"

"Papa, this is not you! You never abandon people. And to you, Rick is more like a brother than a friend. You need to get him to open up to you." Vanessa demanded.

"Little girl, there is only so much I can do. I can plead with him until I'm blue in the face, but if he can't see what's laid out right
in front of him, well…."

"Papa, please don't give up on him. He has so much to offer everyone he comes in contact with."

"Vanessa I really do understand what you want me to do. But my hands are tied." Vanessa gets up to give one more shot at Rick before she turns in for the night. Robbie watches the slight smile on her face as she closes the door to his room.

Xx

Kate and her co-workers are in a room within the police precinct. She is telling her friends that their boss will be remembered for all the good he has done in his career. She also tells them that they will keep his secrets to themselves and that nobody will ever find out about his indiscretions. They are just about to leave when one of her friends asks if she will give the eulogy at their Captains funeral. She wants to decline at first, but after thinking about it, she reconsiders the task. The boys both get up and leave the small room.

She has a feeling she's done this before. She vaguely remembers writing her Captains eulogy, but the feeling fades from her memory the next second. She rises and heads back to her desk to finish the remaining paperwork on her Captains murder.

Rick can't get the voice out of his head. The sweet voice he had in his vision. He can't place it, but in a way he has heard it somewhere before. As he racks his brain endlessly trying to figure it out. There is a soft knock on his door. He taps his foot on the bare hardwood floor telling whoever it is that they can come in. Vanessa opens the door slowly hiding her eyes. Rick can see that she is only kidding around by the smile she wears on her face.

"Hi Rick"

Rick nods and smiles back at her.

"I was wondering if you wanted to tell me about your vision and when I say "tell me" you need to tell me everything."

Rick loves her straightforwardness. He thinks about telling her everything, but she will go straight to Robbie and spill the beans. He can't compromise his friend. So he writes on the pad asking her if they found any leads for the street name that he remembered from his vision.

"Rick, we have three possible locations. One is more than likely not for us because it's in Oregon. The other two are more likely. One is out on Long Island, in Central Islip, and the other is right here in Manhattan. It's located in the East village actually."

Rick vigorously touches his finger to his nose.

"You think that's the one?"

Rick is now nodding his head just as vigorously.

"Well, what do you want to do?"

Rick writes on the pad and hands it back to her. There are only two words written on it.

"Field Trip!"

"Okay, when? Tomorrow is Friday, and I hope the place will be empty. Walking around a cemetery gives me the he-be-jeebies."

Rick scribbles on the pad once again.

"Okay, tomorrow let's say around 11?" We won't stay long, I promise."

"I'm in. Now, why not try to get some sleep? We have a big day ahead of us in the morning."

Rick just nods. It will be a while before he will be able to get sleep. The next morning finds him restless. He was only able to get about three hours of solid sleep. His last vision overtook him suddenly and without any warning. He does not want to have an episode in the middle of walking through the cemetery. He has been thinking about this since he woke up. He can't put Vanessa through this. He really wants to cancel this field trip to keep anything from happening there, but he also wants to know if the answers he seeks are there also. After deep thought, he decides that he won't disappoint Vanessa. So he gets ready for the trip.

Vanessa has everything ready. She hopes that this is the cemetery that Rick saw in his vision. She will keep a close eye on him because her father told her that Rick could have an episode at any time. Her father is at Bellevue today working. She told him about the trip and he told her to keep him safe and he wanted to know what they found, if anything. They decide to take a cab to the cemetery. Finding one with ease at this hour they are off. The ride is a short one and they enter the cemetery. They walk around for about twenty minutes and then they finally find Shilo drive.

"Rick, is this the same street you observed in the vision?"

Rick can only shake his head showing sadness, knowing what will happen here. He walks to where the podium will be set up and he looks out beyond the gravestones trying to figure out where the sniper would possibly set up his hide. The possibilities and infinite. He turns away knowing that it's impossible to find where he could hide. As he walks away he sees a freshly dug grave. He knows without a doubt who will occupy it before long. Vanesa is right next to him and he looks to her for the pad and pen.

"This is the place. Now all we need is to have a look at the obituaries to find out what time I need to be here."

"Okay Rick, let's head back home."

He loves the word home. It gives him a sense of unity. This is something he never had when he was locked away. Vanessa gently tugs on his shirt sleeve and he comes back from his thoughts. They walk slowly back to the exit of the grounds, with Rick studying everything he can. He'll need it later. Once they reach the exit and are standing on the sidewalk he raises his hand to hail a cab and one quickly pulls over for them. Soon they are back home. Rick is the first to reach for the newspaper. He finds the section he needs and carefully studies each name. It takes a minute or two because he never stopped to think how many people actually die in the city every day. Spotting the obituary, he reads the time for the service. It's set for ten o'clock on Sunday. He will be there, there's no question in his mind that he won't be.

Robbie arrives home after a long day at work. Things with the director have taken a turn for the worse. Every time he passes him in the hallway, he gets a look that could kill. The director blames Robbie for losing his rich meal ticket. So in retaliation, he had told his boss to give him the worst details. This was nothing short of emptying bed pans, cleaning up vomit, and sanitizing the restrooms. Robbie takes it all in stride. No matter what, he still loves his job.