The next morning, Davis had a plan. He learned at the police station when he gave his statement that the police had brought some of the victim's bodies to the hospital morgue as overflow from their own. He would test his blood against some of the evidence collected from the victims. The reports he had swiped from the station had given him the names and photos of some victims thought to be part of the same monstrous killer. Though he didn't have any wounds, he knew that didn't necessarily mean anything. He healed quickly and a simple scratch might have already closed up. His aches and pains from the night before were already gone.

Davis went to hospital and got into the uniform from his locker so he would blend in. After reviewing the reports and memorizing the victim's names, he put the evidence files into his locker and made his way into the main hospital area. He could just duck in and out to do a blood sample. It would be easy to submit it as part of a routine panel testing. Then he could get some evidence from one of the corpses in the morgue and submit that as part of the police investigative data. On both parts, it was a slight forgery of documents, but nothing that would raise flags.

Ducking into an open bed in the emergency ward, he quickly drew the blood and slipped out again.

He was just walking out of the ER ward when he heard someone calling his name. He tucked the blood sample into this pocket and turned around.

"Yeah. That's me. What can I do for you?"

A smiling boy-man with blondish curly hair, blue eyes, and a wide smile stuck out his hand.

"Jimmy Olsen," he introduced himself.

"As in Chloe's Jimmy?" He remembered the name from the engagement party invite though Chloe had never told him her fiancee's name. He took a longer look at the kid. This was who Chloe was marrying?

"She's mentioned you a few times. I hope you don't mind me surprising you like this," Jimmy said in a friendly, open way.

"No. It's no problem."

Davis had trouble meeting the guy's eyes. He felt guilty about his feelings towards his fiancee...and he had trouble equating this boy-man with a woman like Chloe. But a thought occured to him -

"Uh, is this about Chloe?" That had his head snapping up to meet Jimmy's eyes.

Jimmy's face was serious now. "Yeah, I've just been going through her PDA, checking up on who she's been hanging out with."

Guilt washed over Davis as he thought about his time spent with Chloe. While they hadn't done anything wrong, he knew he would have liked to. His active fantasies of the blonde had become a nightly ritual.

Suddenly, Jimmy burst out - "No, no, no." He chuckled. "I'm just -I'm just kidding. I'm not some psycho."

The kid had no idea...

"Yeah, you never can tell these days. So... " he trailed off questioningly. He knew Jimmy wouldn't seek him out for no reason.

"So, I'm just trying to get a scoop on this club massacre. We've heard all sorts of stories about this killer - the best that he's a monster with bony eyelids."

Yeah...so not going there, kid.

"Yeah, I gave my statement to the police. I don't know anything." Davis turned and began walking away. He wanted to get this blood down to the lab.

The kid followed him.

"You know how to drive, don't you?"

What? Davis looked back at Jimmy over his shoulder.

Seeing his look, Jimmy continued, "Look, I just want to ride along. I figure ambulances are first on the scene. Maybe we'll beat everyone to the next one."

Even on a regular night, arriving at the scene of an accident could be grisly. With the way things had been recently with the attacks...the attacks he was responsible for?...it would be a disaster. He had to cut this. Stopping he turned to face Jimmy.

"Trust me - you do not want to ride shotgun on my watch."

The look on the kid's face showed he clearly didn't understand.

"You don't want to be the first guy there. It's not something that you want to see, given the choice."

"Come on. I mean, can't you do a favor for a bro?"

Seriously?

Seeing that wasn't going to get him anywhere, Jimmy changed tactics. "Okay. Then...how about for Chloe?"

Thinking fast, Davis knew the kid had him trapped. He couldn't have this kid hate him. Jimmy could make it difficult for him and Chloe to spend time together. He couldn't have that.

He almost had to admire the skillful way the boy-man had manipulated him. He chuckled a bit in appreciation.

"Meet me downstairs at 8:00."

"Thank you," Jimmy said sincerely before turning and walking away.

How had he gotten so trapped?

He needed to find out about the killings, not babysit the man who was marrying the girl he wanted.

Deciding to do the only thing he could control right now, Davis turned and headed for the lab drop off. Then he would go to the morgue for the second sample.