My Way is Clear

by Simply Ginger

Nick meets a paramedic after getting injured at a crime scene. In an AU, this is their story. This is not a slash and all the characters from CSI show up eventually.

35. My Immortal

Chapter 35 – My Immortal

Four months later

"Nick?"

"Yeah?"

Catherine was standing in the doorway of the lab, "Grissom needs you at Desert Palms ASAP. Sara is already there."

"For what?" I was in the middle of a carjacking case I was assigned earlier tonight and now I was pissed I was being dumped more work when Greg and Warrick were goofing off in the break room after closing up an easy slam dunk case, "I've already got a case and last I checked, Greg and Warrick are done. Why can't he call them?"

"He told me to tell you it's another Gemini, but this one lived. Greg and Warrick will take over your carjacking."

I stood up so fast that the chair I was in flew back. Throwing my lab coat on the table, I ran downstairs to the locker room and grabbed my field kit and my keys and floored it to Desert Palms.

Parking in a reserved physician spot, I flew through the front doors of the ED, not even paying attention to anyone. My mind was focused on finding the Gemini killer and this victim could be the link we needed.

"Hi Nick. Bye Nick." I turned around long enough to see Anna standing in the ambulance doorway of the hospital, "In a hurry I take it?"

"Yeah. Got a case here. Who was the last person you brought in?"

"Twenty something college kid. Strung out on disco biscuits from a party."

At the rate I was going now, I'd never grasp Anna's paramedic lingo she used on the job, "Disco biscuits?"

"Ecstasy." Bryan threw the bag he was holding on top of the gurney Anna was pushing, "It's the new trend among college kids. They were dropping X. I miss the days when parties were bowling and birthday cakes. Then it was kegs and eggs when we were in college. Party til dawn. Now it's drugged until you're throwing up on someone and about to die. Another unit got another party victim who got a bad batch of heroin and it knocked him on his ass. Hate it when that happens."

I looked at Anna and Bryan, "So you didn't bring in a woman who was attacked?"

Anna started to shove the gurney towards the bay doors where they were parked as Bryan answered a call on their radios, "Nope. Not unless the guy we brought in was a cross dresser or something. We didn't look that hard. Scoop and run because he was pretty bad. Had to trach him in the field and the other guy 74 brought in was intubated without muscle blocks, which almost never happens."

"Speaking of running…" Bryan was growing impatient, "Someone's lasagna should be done by now and I'll be damned if the engine company gets it before us."

"I need to run also. Got a case in the ED." I told Anna I'd call her later as she and Bryan shoved the gurney out towards the truck.

Grissom met me in the hallway and told me Sara was still in with the victim. The ED docs had just done a rape exam and she was collecting evidence, but the woman was in a state of shock and wasn't saying anything to us. "When Sara comes out, think you can give it a try? You always know how to talk to victims like her."

"I can try." I set my field kit down on the nurses' station desk, "What do we know so far?"

Handing me a file folder, Grissom started to give me a run down on what he knew, "Victim is Diane Coyle. PD found her outside The Pancake Palace on Lexington. She was crying uncontrollably and had her feet cut. They called for LVFD who brought her here. The paramedics had the knowledge to at least wrap her feet in surgical shoe covers to preserve evidence and that still needs to be collected. Docs had to sedate her to do the rape exam. Sara is just finishing up with that now."

"She confirm it was a Gemini?"

Grissom handed me a plastic evidence bag, "I'd say this counts as yes." I took the bag from him and inside was the plain, white business card with the Gemini symbol on one side, but on the other was the number 314, "We think it may be a room number? There are several hotels near The Pancake Palace. PD is checking it out."

Finally we had some solid evidence as to who this person was, "Was she raped?"

"Docs don't think so, but they wanted to be sure. She's cut up pretty badly and has a broken hand."

Sara came out and told us she was heading back to the lab with what she had gotten so far, "I hope you can get through to her, Nick. She's the only link we have to this killer. Right now, she's still pretty shaken up but she's conscious. I tried talking to her but she just kept muttering something I couldn't understand. When I moved closer to her, she became upset and started to cry. Sara tried and got the same response. If she won't talk to you, we'll just hold her here and I'll send Catherine by tomorrow or Thursday."

I waited until the doctor and the two nurses came out before I went in. "Ms. Coyle?" I opened the door slowly and saw her in a corner of the room with the gurney between the door and her. She had made a fortress of sort, keeping people away from her. Recognizing the defensive behavior, I stepped slowly into the room and held out my ID, "I'm Nick Stokes with the Las Vegas Crime Lab."

The silence that followed fed each of us thoughts that we didn't necessarily want to acknowledge. I couldn't imagine what this woman had been through and I'm sure as the sedatives wore off, she was reliving each painful minute. Diane was staring hard at the floor, unwilling to meet my eyes. Knowing better than to push her to talk to me, I slowly pulled a chair over towards where I was and I sat down. When I startled her, she looked up and took a step back, farther away from me, "Sorry. I just need to sit down."

Diane begun to wring her hands together as she paced back and forth on the opposite side of the room, "Why'd this happen to me?"

"That's what I'm trying to find out. That's why we're all here."

She finally sat on the edge of the gurney, but kept her distance from me, "The last lady told me I was the only one that lived. She said there were others?"

I confirmed what Sara told her, "Yeah. You're the only survivor."

When she started to cry again, I slid a box of Kleenex across the floor. The noise startled her and the box stopped just short of the gurney. After pulling a few out, Diane bent down to get the whole box and thanked me. "I don't know whether to be happy I'm alive or pissed off I'm not dead."

"Always be happy you survived."

"Oh yeah? Then how the hell do I get these memories of what that man did to me out of my head? How am I supposed to go on with a normal life knowing I was almost killed and if I hadn't kneed him in the nads, I'd be dead too?" She crossed her arms across her chest and sat on the floor, "I'm supposed to be grateful I've got a black belt in karate and was able to kick him and run away without my shoes into the night?"

I didn't have an answer right away. Diane didn't press me for one so I just let her lead the conversation wherever she wanted, "I'm not even from here. I'm from Henderson. I had the crazy idea to meet some guy I met off the internet…"

I interrupted her, "Love Dot Net?"

She looked up, "Yeah…."

"The other ladies. They had memberships to the same site."

"Guess that's how the creep found me." Diane pulled a blanket off the gurney and wrapped herself up. Wearing only the standard issue hospital gown, she had to be cold sitting on the floor with the events of what she had been through chilling her to the core.

Following her lead, I moved my chair out of the way and sat on the floor myself, but kept my distance on the opposite side of the room. I let her talk more about how she was feeling before she started to open up about specific details, "He seemed too sweet. Childlike almost. He knew exactly how to charm me and said all the right things at the right time. He really had me hooked."

Trying not to pry her too much, I had to start the investigation but I knew I had to be tactful about how I handled it, "His name was what?"

"Collin. Collin Billings, or that's what he told me at least. I didn't exactly ask for ID and online you can be whoever you want."

Finally. We had a name to go with the killer. "What'd he look like?"

Searching around the room, Diane was looking for something, "My cell phone?"

I didn't see anything when I came in, "I don't know where it is. It may have been thrown into the bag with your clothes and stuff. Who'd you need to call?" I pulled my phone out of my pocket and slid it across the floor, "You can use mine."

She picked up my older model department issued flip phone and stared at it, "You actually use this? Do they even still make these?"

Smiling slightly, I had to agree with her, "They are outdated but the department doesn't like to spend money on stuff like that."

"I just needed access to my email. I could show you a picture of what he looked like."

I told Diane I'd be right back and got Grissom to find me a laptop that one of the physicians used. After she pulled up her email, we had a clear photo of the man who was behind the killings. I forwarded the email to both Grissom as well as Brass to see if they could get any hits in the DMV database while I kept talking to Diane. I still hadn't processed her feet which were still wrapped in surgical shoe covers to preserve evidence. Not wanting to press her, I knew she'd let me near her eventually but I had to win her trust first.

She stared at the picture a moment before she slammed the laptop shut and pulled the blanket tighter around her body. Seeing that as my cue I asked her slide the laptop to me and we'd get it out of the room. I handed it back to a nurse outside the door and resumed my post, sitting against the cabinets on the south end of the room while Diane stayed on the north end. At least I had gotten her out from behind the gurney. It was a small step.

While I got her to talk, I hit the record button on the digital recorder I had in my pocket to record what she was telling me. Diane recalled the first day she signed up for Love Dot Net followed by a string of bad dates with a few men before Collin entered her life. "Right from the start, he was different. He wasn't a jerk. He offered to meet me in Henderson for our first date. He told me he lived outside Reno in some small little town that I can't remember the name of. We talked for about six months before I actually agreed to meet him. Phone, email, even through instant messaging. I used the site's dating service at first to communicate, but after I met him, I told him I was canceling my account and gave him my Yahoo IM name. We talked there for a while."

As she talked, I kept working the timeline in my head. She would have been talking to him about the same time as one of the other victims was killed. "Anyway, we met for lunch at the Hotel Paris. He said he was staying there, but as we talked, he said he had gotten another room at the Vegas Motor Lodge and wanted to take me there. When I objected and told him I wanted to go home, he stood up and stuck a knife at my side and told me to go with him or he'd gut me like a fish." Diane touched her side, "The knife was here. Not wanting to die, I followed him. We took his car."

"What kind of car was it?" I stopped writing my narrative long enough to look up at her. She finally made eye contact with me, but kept her distance, "Color or anything?"

"It was an older model Ford Explorer. Dark blue I think. Maybe black? It was dark so I don't know. There was a sticker on the back passenger window of something but I don't remember what it was. Also, the back seat was missing. I thought that was a bit strange that it was just the driver's seat and the passenger's seat in the car and that was it."

"Diane, if you need a break or anything, let me know and we'll stop." I knew how taxing this had to be on her and now that she was finally talking to me, I didn't want to do anything to risk it.

"Can I have some water or a Coke or something? I'm thirsty."

I stood up, "Sure." Leaving my clipboard with my narrative on it on the floor, I got up and went outside. Telling Grissom that Diane wanted a Coke, he handed me a dollar bill and told me the machines were around the corner.

After getting her Coke, I knocked on the door and started to roll it across the floor, but remembering the carbonation, it'd blow up, "Can I hand this to you? I don't want it to fizz everywhere when you open it?"

Diane started to stand up, but stopped herself and instead, held out her hand, "Thank you." She gingerly took the can from me and switched it to her other hand so she could shake mine, "Diane Coyle."

I shook her hand and gave her a warm smile, "Nick Stokes."

I took my seat back at the south end of the room, but Diane surprised me by moving closer to me. She sat against the east wall of the room, about fifteen feet away from me. It was better than before but I knew I had a long way to go. "So, he had the knife at your side and forced you to get into a dark blue or black Ford Explorer with no back seat and a sticker on the window?"

"Yeah."

"Did he say anything to you on the ride to the hotel?"

"No. He just handed me that card and told me not to say anything once we got out or he'd kill me. He did tell me to take off my shoes and socks. Guess he didn't want me running. Oh, he had some sort of flower in his hand."

The last piece of the puzzle was falling into place. The flower with the ribbon. Diane hadn't mentioned it until now. "What'd he do with them and the flower?"

Diane shrugged, "Guess my shoes are still in the car. I don't remember what he did with the flower. I just thought it was strange he didn't give it to me when we first met."

I continued writing as I listened to her account of the events. After arriving at the hotel, he kept the knife on her side and walked closely to the hotel room which was on the third floor. Coming up the stairs, he tripped, "The stairs were wet from the rain and that's when I saw my chance."

"You got away?"

She took a drink from her can and set it on the ground before drawing her knees to her chest and resting her chin on the edge of her knees, "For a moment, yes. I ran but didn't get far. He grabbed me from behind and slammed me into the wall. When he had me pinned I kept remembering this saying my self defense instructor kept telling us in class. 'Behind the dog there is a ball. Knee him there and watch him fall.' It's funny what you remember but I just knew if I didn't get away, I'd die. When he was yelling at me to shut up, he wasn't paying attention to me lifting my knee up and with all the strength I had, I kneed him as hard as I could right in the nads. He dropped like a rock."

"And then you got away?"

"Yes. He was withering on the ground in pain. The knife he had at my side fell over the balcony and into the bushes at the hotel. I ran around the back side of the building and luckily there was a staircase. Flying down the stairs as fast as I could, I ran away until I saw the two policemen who brought me in. I tripped over something on my way towards the cop cars and fell and that's when I hurt my wrist."

I got out my phone and sent Grissom a text to check the hotel room as well as the area near the front balcony where Diane said she was. "You're doing great. You don't know how much you're helping us."

"I know you people speak for the dead. I guess today I am too." She sighed and stood up and sat on the edge of the gurney, "You can check me now. I'm ready."

I processed her as quickly as I could while being as gentle as possible. Diane continued to tell me about the events of the night in detail from the time she met Collin to the time she met me. "Will I have to testify in court?"

I set the cotton swab I had down after I snapped the plastic lid shut, "I don't know. I really don't. With you being the only victim that is alive, there's a possibility you may have to."

"I figured. Will you be there?"

"Yes. I've been with this case since the first victim."

I let Diane put on a pair of socks and shoes that Sara had left in the room, "Promise me if I have to testify that you'll be there for me? I don't want to do this alone. I'm not strong enough."

Pulling my gloves off and dropping them into an evidence bag, I glanced over at Diane as she was tying the laces on the right shoe, "Of course."

I excused myself from the room after giving Diane one of my business cards, telling her to call me if she ever needed anything and that we'd be in touch about the case.

A month later, work was slow again and Grissom had everyone at the lab pouring over the Gemini case. It was the top index card on his big fish cork board in his office and until it was solved, any down time in the lab was to be spent on this case.

Stretching the tense muscles in my neck, I stood up and with my arms over my head, I stretched upward, trying to relieve the tension in my back. Sitting down for the past two hours, sifting through evidence I knew by heart looking for anything we missed the first four dozen times we looked through it, was hurting me. My eyes were crossed, my back was cramped and my neck was stiff from sitting down for so long. It felt so good to stand up, but I knew it wouldn't last. After a brief break, it'd be back to the salt mines to finish up until it was time to go home.

Anna was off and was at home and after checking my phone, she had texted me wanting to know if I wanted anything for lunch. Preferring to do our shopping late at night when the stores were less crowded, she said she was already in town and was at Wal-Mart and for me to text her if I needed anything. I replied that I didn't and went back to work.

"Nick Stokes to the reception lobby. Nick Stokes to reception."

Glad to have the chance to get up once again and stretch my muscles, I went up front and Judy told me that some man I wanted to talk to was on his way to the PD and he asked specifically for me. Asking Judy to describe the man, she said she didn't remember much except that he was cute. Packing up everything I was sifting through, I resealed and signed the box and shoved it back on the same shelf in the evidence locker and left, wondering why someone didn't call me. Brass usually called us on the phone to ask us to stop by, but this was unusual for someone to request that I stop by.

No sooner had I gotten in my truck and pulled out onto the road, my phone rang. It was Grissom, no doubt wondering where I was and why I wasn't back at the lab until my shift was over, "Grissom?"

"Nick. I have news."

This wasn't how I expected the phone call to go. I shifted my phone to my other ear, "Yeah?"

Grissom actually sounded excited, "DNA panned out. Wendy just found me and said that the DNA that you got from the victim at the hospital is a match to the DNA we found at one of the crime scenes. It's the same guy and he was on that bus crash. I had Desert Palms courier over his medical records. Guy's name is in fact Collin Billings, just as the victim that lived said it was. We got him. We finally got the bastard."

"Great. Listen, I'm heading over to the LVPD. Someone wants to see me there but I don't know who. Judy gave me the message."

"I'll get Brass to get a warrant and we'll go arrest this guy. Great job on the case, Nick. As always, great job."

Thanking Grissom, I let the phone drop from my shoulder to my hand before I let it fall into the cup holder in the center console of the Tahoe.

Pulling into the LVPD, I got out and was still confused as to why someone wanted me to meet them there. I passed by a few of the officers I knew from working here so long and they both told me that the person who wanted to see me was in interrogation room number one with Brass.

When I rounded the corner and my eyes focused on the form in the room with Brass, I froze. It was Collin Billings. He was here. I dug my phone out of my pocket and called Grissom, "You're not gonna believe it but…"

He interrupted, "Billings is at the PD? Brass just sent me a text. Stay there. Warrick and I are on our way."

I numbly stuck the phone back in my pocket and hit the button on the intercom system so I could hear what they were saying.

"You want me to talk?" Collin smiled. I could tell from my vantage point behind the one way mirror he was enjoying the attention. Closing my eyes, I tried to tune it out. "You want me to talk and tell you everything. I want something in return. You want me to abase myself, right?"

"A basically. Yeah."

"You're pushing it."

Brass scooted his chair back and folded his arms, "What? What is it that you want?"

Collin pointed to the mirror, "Him." He waved. "I know Nick is watching. You want me to talk, I talk only to Nick. That's why I went by the crime lab. I want him here. I saw him at the hospital after I guess he was with the one that got away."

"You know what I do all day long?"

"It doesn't take a genius to figure out that you're a cop, ergo, you arrest people."

"That too." Brass leaned forward in his chair as he put one of his palms on the table and stood up, "I talk to liars all day long."

"So what?" Collin took a drink from the cup of water in front of him, "Want an award? A medal?"

"As a result, I've developed this finely tuned crap detector. I don't need the CSIs to tell me anything or to tell me you're stalling for time. I know you are."

"Good for you. Now send the other one in or I'm not saying another thing. I'll invoke my right to counsel."

Brass turned and left the room. I knew he was coming to talk to me. "Nick?" He opened the door. "You heard all that, huh?"

"Yeah. Why does he want to talk to me?"

He shook his head, "I don't know. Give it a go. We already have him nailed for the murders and the DNA from the last victim matched also but I don't know what he wants to talk about. Maybe he wants to confess to past crimes or gloat or something. I'll be right here and Mitch will be in the room with you."

Sighing, I left Brass where he was and went back to the interrogation room and opened the door. Mitch moved in closer to me and stayed back beside the door. I looked over at him and he nodded slowly letting me know he had my back if Collin tried anything. I looked down in time to see Mitch unsnap the safety snap on his gun holster and rest his right hand on top of his weapon. "Mr. Nick Stokes. How good of you to join me. Won't you have a seat? I'd offer you something to drink, but as you can see…" Collin pulled his arms up and showed me that he was shackled to the table. "Sit. Let's talk."

"About what?"

"Oh, I don't know. You're not a cop are you?"

I shook my head, "Nope. But that's why I brought him." I pointed behind me to Mitch

Mitch was smug, never taking his hand off his gun, "Go on. Make my day."

"Nah. I'd much rather chat with you." Collin got quiet as he looked at me, "You're married."

I had opened the case folder Brass left in the room and had started to look through Brass's notes to get out my intake form to finish, but looked up, "Excuse me?"

"I said you're married. I see the ring. Do you love your wife?"

Pulling the form out and starting to write, I shook my head, "That's none of your concern." Hiding my left hand under the table, I finished the prisoner intake evidence report I was writing. "Why am I here?"

"It's just a question." Collin was staring at me and it made me uncomfortable. "I just wanted to know if you love her."

"Why does it matter? Do you even know what love is?" When he nodded his head, I tossed my pen on the table, "No you don't. You couldn't."

"Enlighten me then."

"If you were capable of love, you wouldn't have ever done what you did. You killed your own sister. Your own sister. You may not have seen her since you were younger, but your own sister. You looked into her eyes and took her life away. I know you're adopted and all and you didn't know her but really."

"Yeah. I did. Want to know why?"

"Enlighten me."

"She should have found me earlier. I stayed in foster care for a while and kept getting bounced around. She should have stuck up for me. I would have."

This man was as sick as he was twisted. "So, you killed your own sister because she didn't convince her adoptive parents to adopt you?"

"Basically. I had to get even somehow with those who hurt me."

"So, why Diane Coyle then? What'd she do to you?"

He smirked, "I was bored."

"I get bored and I watch TV. You get bored and you kill people?"

"Sure. Why not?"

I had enough. Not many people could get under my skin, but this deranged man was. I stood up and shoved my chair under the table as I shoved my report in the folder and got my field kit, "You are incapable of love. If you knew what it was, you would have never done this. I'm just thankful you're going to spend the rest of your life in an eight by eight concrete box with as little human contact as possible until they strap you to a gurney and end your pathetic life." I stepped back and pulled the door open, "Enjoy prison, Collin Billings."

I opened the door and stepped out in the hallway. Casting one last glance into the room, Collin was still sitting in the same position he was in earlier, but the look of smugness was gone, having been replaced by fear. I had won. He tried to manipulate me, but I beat him at his own game. I did feel sorry for Mitch who was still in the room and was grateful to see Warrick and Grissom moving towards me. They told me they'd take care of processing and for me to go home and I gladly accepted.

Anna wasn't home when I got there. I sent her a quick text to let her know I was home and tossed my phone on the counter and took off my shirt as I was walking back to our bedroom. I left the shirt in the hallway floor and kicked one of my shoes into the hall bathroom and the other shoe I left in the hall. I dropped my belt at the doorway to our room and kicked my pants off and threw them on the bed. I was worked up over finally catching Gemini but now that he was caught, the high of doing my job was wearing off and I was beginning to crash. I wanted Anna home now, but she wasn't. Stripping out of the rest of my clothes, I found a pair of my swim trunks and grabbed a towel and with the dogs following me, I headed towards the lap pool, anxious to work off the pent up energy I had inside.

I was swimming laps when I felt something splash behind me. When I stopped and looked up, Anna was standing over the pool, looking down at me, "How long have you been standing here?"

"Long enough to try to get your attention. I tried everything before I had to toss the kick board at you. You looked like you were trying to swim away from something."

"Long day." I pulled myself out of the pool and grabbed a towel off of the planter. Draco looked up when she saw me reach for the towel. Cassie, who was next to Draco, didn't even realize I was there. "Some guard dogs you two are." I dried off my face and looked over at Anna, "Caught the Gemini killer. He slipped up when that lady kicked him and got away and Sara and I brought him in earlier. Turned himself in but he wanted to gloat first. They usually do."

"You must be relieved to finally get him off the streets."

"Yeah, I guess so." I looked over at Anna. She was waiting for me on one of the lounge chairs in the sun room. Pulling her knees to her chest, she rested her head on top of them as she waited on me to continue, "It's just that when I looked at this guy and talked to him, he was just scary."

"Scary as in coked out Jason with a chainsaw or scary as in empty shell person?"

"The empty shell person. He had no emotions. No remorse. It was like he didn't even care about anything. Not his life or anything that he had done. What happens to a person to make them reach that point in their life? How does a person like that get too lost to be found again?"

Anna shrugged her shoulders, "I wish I knew. There are a lot of people I have met, especially through work, where I wonder what happened to them. To me, there came a time in each one of those lives where they made a decision or did something to change them and in some cases, it was the decisions not made or the something that never happens that changed them. It kinda makes me glad in my childhood that there were some happy times to rely on when the bad times took over and I didn't turn psychotic. My childhood was far from perfect, but I have no homicidal tendencies thank God. What was this guy's story?"

"Apparently, he was getting back at the people from his past. He was adopted and the first lady killed, Carol Kirby, was the woman at the DHS office in Idaho that handled his adoption. The second victim killed was his biological sister. Apparently, his real mother had twins and gave them both up for adoption and they were split up. The third victim he killed was, well, she was just someone he killed because he could and the fourth was lucky to have survived. She was just someone he met off that dating site." I toweled off my hair, "I guess that whole nature versus nurture thing holds true. From what I could gather, he had a great childhood, but he resented his life."

"Sounds like someone else we both knew but wish we didn't."

I didn't even make the connection to Nigel Crane, "Oh, damn. I didn't even…"

Anna interrupted me, "I'm fine, Nicky. No need to go getting all weird on me or anything. It just struck me as odd that both this guy and Nigel were brought up the same way basically with them being adopted and feeling out of place and both turned to acts of violence rather than seeking help for whatever it was that bothered them but they're both in a place where they can't hurt anyone else and that's all that matters."

I moved over to the chair behind Anna and held her tightly, not caring that I got her soaking wet in the process, "Do you know how much easier you make my job?"

"The hard parts are still hard but they're more bearable now that I'm here?"

"Exactly." I let the towel drop to the floor and carried Anna back inside the house, thankful that after a day like I had today, I no longer had to come home to an empty house and wallow in what I had done.

A/N: And at this time, I'd like to announce my year long hiatus due to th…Just kidding. :) I wouldn't torture y'all like that. Next chapter is in the works and I have started it but I'm still dealing with some writer's block. I know where I want this story to go (eventually we'll get to Grave Danger and how it affects both Anna and Nick and the aftermath) but it's bridging the gap that is holding me back. The good part is that the stuff around Grave Danger and post-GD is already written out so updates will come much faster than they have now. That was the easy part to write. The hard part is the next few chapters. Just stick with me.

Not entirely sure I like how this chapter turned out but oh well. Review and tell me what you think.