An hour later, the couple returned to the living room to await a call from the precinct as to what the situation was.

Goliath, taking advantage of his human-sized form for the moment, laid on the couch with Elisa tucked beside him.

Elisa, worn out from the stress of the last few days, as well as their lovemaking just a short time ago, was only partially awake, and tracing patterns on his chest.

He was once again dressed in the white shirt and the black pants, but had chosen to leave off the sweater and the shoes... Something he was all too happy to do, as he'd never worn shoes before and was having trouble adjusting to the feel of them on his feet.

Elisa's hand stopped moving, and Goliath brushed her hair away from her face. She was fully asleep now, and he was content to leave her to rest as long as he could.

There was a light tapping at the balcony doors, just before they slid silently open. Goliath felt himself tense up, prepared to get to his feet and fight for his mate, but relaxed when Angela's voice called in.

"Father?" She called out into the dimly lit apartment.

"Yes," He returned quietly.

Thankfully, despite this unfamiliar form, he had retained his gargoyle strength. He was able to stand easily with Elisa cradled in his arms. Gently, without waking her, he was able to turn and return her to the couch.

Once he was sure that she was still undisturbed, he turned back to Angela. Using a hand motion, he indicated that he would follow her outside.

The chilled night air hit him like a slap, just one more sensation he was unfamiliar with, and he quickly shut the patio door behind him.

Turning, he discovered that both Hudson and Broadway had accompanied her.

"What have you discovered?" Goliath asked them.

"Nothing much," Broadway said apologetically.

"We stayed near the station," Angela said, "The others spread out hoping to see something, but…"

"There's nothing that we can find, lad," Hudson said. "Nothing out of the ordinary that could pose a threat to you or the lass."

Goliath nodded solemnly. He had expected that, even as he had been hoping for better news.

"Have you heard from Matt?" Broadway asked.

"No," Goliath growled. "Why?"

Broadway and Angela exchanged a nervous look.

"What has happened?" Goliath demanded.

"We're not sure," Angela said slowly.

"Something to do with the Lass's car," Hudson said. "We were not able to get close enough to see."

"It was still parked out front," Broadway said. "But we all followed you here when you left with Elisa, so we didn't' see anything happen to it."

"But it's not there anymore," Angela finished in a rush.

Goliath frowned thoughtfully, tapping his fingers against his chin.

"It's so weird," Broadway blurted out. "I mean, it's you, but… not you."

Goliath sent the younger male a look.

"There he is," Angela chuckled.

The sound of a telephone ringing broke the silence from inside the apartment, and the gargoyles hurried inside.

"H'lo," Elisa answered sleepily, her eyes still closed.

In the space of time between one heartbeat and the next, Elisa's eyes sprung open, and she was sitting upright. Not wanting to interrupt, the clan members stood by and waited.

"Wait, what?" Elisa said, running a hand through her hair. "Matt, slow down. What's going on?"

A few more moments passed as Elisa listened intently. "So you got a hit?" She looked up at Goliath and the others. "They got a print off of the last box," she relayed. "Sorry, Matt. I have Goliath and a few others here. Who? No, I have no idea who that is." She ran her free hand roughly through her hair, then froze. "Wait, you talked to who?"

Goliath, frustrated at only hearing one side of the conversation, moved closer to Elisa in hopes of getting something from the other side.

"Okay," Elisa took a deep breath. "Well at least we have a name. Yeah, go ahead and run it, and see what you get. Yeah. No, I'm not going anywhere. Yes, Goliath is with me," Elisa rolled her eyes. "Yes, mother, I'll play nice with others." There was a pause. "Yeah. Just let me know if anything else comes up okay? Thanks, Matt."

Elisa hung up the phone, and turned to the group. "So they got a print match from the last box. It belongs to a guy named Jeremy Cross." Elisa shrugged, "I don't recognize the name, but that doesn't mean much. Matt told me that he and Jason have been working together, since there may have been a hospital connection, and Jason said he may know who it is and passed along what he could to Matt. Matt and a few of the others will be heading out to home and work addresses to see if they can find the guy."

"That's good, right?" Angela asked.

"If they can find him, yes," Elisa said. "Let's just hope he's dumb enough to be at home or work tonight. Matt will call if he finds anything else."

"And if they cannot find him?" Goliath asked.

"Then I'm basically under house arrest," Elisa shrugged. "No one in and no one out."

Goliath placed a hand on her shoulder and gave it a gentle, reassuring squeeze. Turning to the others, he asked, "Have you been to the castle tonight?"

"Aye, lad," Hudson said with a shake of his head, "I stopped for a bit earlier. I knew you an' the Lass would be askin'." Hudson smiled, "Our Young Liam is doing well, though he be impatient to get home."

Elisa let out a sigh of relief. "And Skyler?"

"She be well," Hudson said. "Though, she did ask me to pass along a message that if you need anything to let her know, and she can bring it to ye."

Elisa smiled. "Luckily, I keep the kitchen well stocked, so we won't have to worry about food if this lasts a while. That's the only thing I could possibly need that's not already here. Hudson, if you see her again tonight, let her know that I'm fine, but I'll let her know if I need anything. And thank her again for me, for getting Liam safely to the castle. Turns out it was just in time," Elisa gave an involuntary shudder.

"We'd best be getting back to the castle now, anyhow," Hudson said, glancing to the windows. "We do not have a lot of time left."

"Be safe, guys," Elisa said, walking with them all to the doors to say goodbye.

"Bye, Elisa," Angela said with her usual cheery wave as she leapt from the balcony.

"Goodbye, Lass," Hudson said, "Hopefully this will all be past us tomorrow night."

"I hope so," Elisa said softly, as Hudson followed behind Angela.

Broadway hesitated for just a moment. "Hey, we never found out what happened to your car," He blurted out.

Elisa frowned. "What happened to my car?"

"Uhhh," Broadway said, realizing his error, "Maybe I was mistaken. Bye," And he literally threw himself from the balcony to save himself from his own verbal mistake.