"We may have something." Sam interrupted as he and Spike barged into Ed's office. Ed turned his chair around, phone to his ear as he held up a finger for them to wait for a minute while he finished this call.

"Hey, Joe? I'm going to have to call you back." Ed listened intently to the other end of the conversation. "I'll call you back in a few minutes." A few seconds later, he hung up the phone as shot an expectant look Sam's way."What did you find?"

"After canvasing all the local businesses, we finally got a store manager at Valu-Mart who might have seen someone matching Donna's description."

"Any records to prove that?"

"He couldn't give us any camera surveillance because the store erases recordings every thirty days, but he remembers her because she was pretty injured." Sam grimaced at that last part, not wanting to know what that meant by those words. "He also said she was a little confused, so that's another reason why we can't confirm it's her. Although, it could be just the lead we need to find out."

"Does he know where she went after she went into the store?"

"No. He said that she had just enough money to buy a bandage for her leg, then walked out of the store. He looked for her again, but she never came back."

"So basically we're looking for a needle in a haystack." Ed blew out a tired sigh as he rubbed at his eyes.

"In a way, yes." Spike paused, digging into his coat pocket. "He did give us his card if we needed to talk to him again."

"Spencer Fisher." Ed turned the card between his fingers. "I'll give him a call."

"Team One. Gear up. Hot call! Hot call!" Winnie's voice rang over the speaker. Each one of them knew what that meant as they immediately stood up and exited the room.

"What do have, Winnie?" Ed inquired even before they had reached the front desk.

"Bomb threat at the movie theater."

"Don't these people ever learn?" Sam muttered, looking down the hall where Jules was heading towards the locker room.

"If they did, we wouldn't be in business." Spike piped up, patting Sam's shoulder as he left to change into his gear. Sam turned to do the same, Ed walking by his side.

"Trouble in paradise?" Ed inquired, lifting his eyebrow towards where Jules had just disappeared through.

"There will be if we don't find something about Donna." Sam made sure his voice was lowered so no one else could overhear their conversation. "I almost put Sadie's baby bottle in the spaghetti sauce last night."

Ed's lips parted into a half smile, although he didn't comment on it. "I hear you on that. If there's a chance everything works out, I'll take it." Pushing open the locker door, they joined the other teams getting ready that morning.

MAY 1, 2011

"Guess who?" Hank smiled, covering my eyes with his hands as I sat on the couch watching TV. I had registered the door closing as soon as he had come in. It was part of my training to always keep a listening ear for danger. Luckily I knew what his footsteps sounded like, and his voice was always imprinted in my mind.

"Hank." I smiled, leaning my head back against the couch as our lips collided against each other. "You're home. How was the conference?"

"I am." He gave a wide smile as he wrapped his arms around me. "It was good. Nothing I haven't seen before. When did you have time for all of this?" He gestured towards the living room and kitchen.

I shrugged, feeling him sit beside me on the couch. "I couldn't sleep one night, so I picked up the duster and the vacuum cleaner."

"Still not sleeping very well?"

"Only when you're not here." I turned my head towards him, offering a small smile. "I'm so glad you're back."

"I'm so glad to be home." He sighed, holding my hand in his. "Sleeping in a hotel room is not the same as being at home with you. If I could, I wouldn't go to these conferences if I didn't have to."

"I know. Just like I wouldn't go to work if I didn't have to."

"I won't believe you don't want to work until that time comes." He mentioned, unconvinced until that day came. I couldn't even imagine that day where I uttered the words that I was finished as a cop or working for the SRU. However, anything could happen when you held a badge and a gun.

"Me either. How was your flight?"

"It was good. Kind of long."

"Are you hungry? There's leftovers in the fridge."

He leaned his head against the couch, the weight of his tiredness reflecting as his eyes fluttered closed. "No, I think I'm just going to sit here for a moment, take a shower to get rid of all the germs that linger in airports, and sleep in my own bed with you."

"That sounds good." I began, scooting towards the edge of the couch." To do that you have to actually get up and walk."

He smirked lazily, not bothering to open his eyes. "Give me a few minutes. I'll get there."

"Okay. While you're resting, I'm going to get ready bed." After getting a lack of response, I walked down the hall towards our bedroom. Within a few minutes I was back in the living room, covering his sleeping form with a blanket. As I did, I couldn't help pause at how beautiful he looked when his head was nodding off to side; his chest rising steadily as I smiled and turned out the light.