Joe tried to make small talk with Lexi on the way to the theatre. While she appreciated the effort, she wasn't really up for it. "I, uh, I just wanted to say that I'm very sorry that you're being dragged through all of this, Miss Lee," he confessed as he helped her out of the 'Cuda.
Lexi smiled at him, her first genuine smile for him, "Why, thank you, Lieutenant."
"Joe."
"Joe," she nodded. "Then I guess I can let you call me Lexi."
"Truce?" he held out his hand.
She took it, "Truce."
Kat came out the door at that moment and swooped in on Lexi, taking her away. Nash grinned as he came around the car. "Should I ask what that was all about?"
"Girl talk I'm guessing, hair, make-up, you," Joe replied.
"I'm talking about you, Bubba," Nash rolled his eyes.
Joe shrugged, "I figured I'd be better off to call a truce with her. I get the feeling I may be running into her after this case." He grinned at Nash, "A lot. Like maybe holidays, and family dinners, every time I come over to your place."
Nash started to give him a dirty look, but stopped. He shrugged and walked to the door. "I knew it!" Joe called after him. "I hope she likes Mexican food!"
"So? How was the rest of your Sunday with the Captain?" Kat wanted to know.
Lexi was stunned. The morning before Kat had been telling her how arrogant she thought Nash was and that she was sorry Lexi was stuck with him for so long. "It was nice," she answered.
"Nice?" Kat raised an eyebrow towards Becca. "Nice," she repeated.
Tanya leaned in and commented, "I think if I had spent the past, what - five days, with him, that nice would be an understatement."
"What are you expecting to hear?" Lexi wanted to know.
"How you seduced him and now he's scrambling to solve the case," Tanya stated matter-of- factly.
"Or that he's sweet and romantic, and just what you're looking for," Becca shot her fellow back-up singer a dirty look.
"And you, Kat, what are you waiting to hear?"
Kat looked at her friend and gave a small smile, "The truth."
"Fine, we had incredible mind-blowing sex all weekend and only left the bedroom to go to my stupid appointments. He's busting his ass to solve this case hoping for more."
All three girls were stunned. Kat narrowed her eyes, "And which part is the truth?"
Lexi looked at her three friends. "It was nice."
Tanya shook her head and laughed. "I tell you, Lex, you're getting soft in your old age. When was the last time you had sex? Robert, after the Penthouse photo shoot? Imagine what your sex life is coming to; you used to party with the best of them."
"Tanya!" Becca chided.
"We're all thinking it. I mean face it, honey, maybe you peaked." Tanya laughed as she walked away.
Lexi was stunned by her so-called friend's words. Kat put an arm around her friend's shoulders, "Don't listen to her. I think it's great you're finally taking it slowly."
Michael gathered the band and crew around the stage for an update. He told them about the fire, that Michelle was trapped - a body was found, and was in the process of being ID'ed. He led everyone instead a moment of silence in memory for their lost co-worker and friend. Nash noticed that Lexi didn't bow her head. She was looking up, biting her lip.
After that they broke up the meeting and started rehearsal. Lexi did a vocal warm-up while they checked her microphone levels; everyone else had been checked before the meeting. Once levels were set and lighting techs were in place, the rehearsal started. "Let's just run through the play list, song choreography - no opening, no closing bits...just the music," Michael suggested.
Lexi nodded and looked at Nash as the lights came up. In the glare she lost her eye contact with him and suddenly felt uneasy. Her voice was wobbly at first but she quickly got lost in her music. The choreography was second nature to her and she just poured her emotions into the songs. Nash and Joe sat watching, keeping an eye on the shadows for trouble as well. Joe was able to focus on the job at hand but noticed his partner's gaze would wander to Lexi quite often. When the intro to "Right Kind of Wrong" started, Joe gave up on his partner. He was gone or so Joe thought.
Nash noticed the lights wobbling and glanced up. There was a shadow on the catwalks and they were pulling on the lighting rack wires. "Joe, is it my imagination, or is someone shaking those lights?" Nash asked.
As Joe glanced up, the end of the light rack dipped down. "Someone's releasing the end of that rack."
Joe headed for the catwalk to the left of the stage, while Nikko moved towards the right. Nash stood up, keeping an eye on the stage and the other eye on the catwalk. He calculated the trajectory of the rack, should it break free. It would take out Lexi, and at that moment, Kat.
As he tried to get the technicians to cut the sound, he saw one corner break from its wire and dangle. As he reached the stage the other corner broke free and the rack arced downward. He dove for the two girls, knocking them back, as the lighting rack barely missed his back. He asked Lexi and Kat if they were all right, and when they nodded, he drew his gun and headed towards the catwalk. Climbing up the side closest to the broken wires, he wondered where Nikko was. Joe was coming from the other side and they looked around. "Where's Nikko?" Joe asked.
Nash shook his head as he noticed a sliver of light off to one side of an adjoining catwalk.. He motioned Joe towards it and they climbed out onto the roof. Nikko was looking over the railing, turning when he heard them emerge. Shaking his head he informed Nash, "Gone. He was a quick little bugger. Had on an Angel Dolls tour jacket. The black and silver leather, last tour, souvenir style, not crew. Baseball cap, dirty blonde hair."
"Damn," Nash put his gun away, and took out his cell phone. "This guy is starting to piss me off."
"No offense," Lexi said as they walked out of the theater, "But I'm beginning to wonder how protective this protective custody is."
"You are still alive," Nash reminded her.
"And now we have a witness and believe we know who it is," Joe added.
"Who?" Kat's voice came from the door behind them.
"Simon Russell," Joe said. "The outfit Nikko described, was the same one he wore when he staked out Lexi before."
"So why don't you have him?" Kat's animosity dripped into her question.
"We're working on it," Nash snapped, trying to keep his focus on Lexi.
"I'm just wondering," She hesitated under Nash's scrutiny. "I mean, shouldn't this case have been solved by now?"
"She's right, you know. We were assured you were the best. If anyone could crack it before the concert, you could. That's what we were told. But it's looking like your reputation outshines your work ethic." Kat declared.
"Well, if your team were as good as you say," Nash glared at Kat, "then the SIU wouldn't have had to be called in in the first place. But trust me, I have just as much invested in this case as any of your security guards, maybe more."
With that he took Lexi by the hand and led her to his car. Kat looked to Joe, who shrugged and followed his partner.
Lexi smiled at him, her first genuine smile for him, "Why, thank you, Lieutenant."
"Joe."
"Joe," she nodded. "Then I guess I can let you call me Lexi."
"Truce?" he held out his hand.
She took it, "Truce."
Kat came out the door at that moment and swooped in on Lexi, taking her away. Nash grinned as he came around the car. "Should I ask what that was all about?"
"Girl talk I'm guessing, hair, make-up, you," Joe replied.
"I'm talking about you, Bubba," Nash rolled his eyes.
Joe shrugged, "I figured I'd be better off to call a truce with her. I get the feeling I may be running into her after this case." He grinned at Nash, "A lot. Like maybe holidays, and family dinners, every time I come over to your place."
Nash started to give him a dirty look, but stopped. He shrugged and walked to the door. "I knew it!" Joe called after him. "I hope she likes Mexican food!"
"So? How was the rest of your Sunday with the Captain?" Kat wanted to know.
Lexi was stunned. The morning before Kat had been telling her how arrogant she thought Nash was and that she was sorry Lexi was stuck with him for so long. "It was nice," she answered.
"Nice?" Kat raised an eyebrow towards Becca. "Nice," she repeated.
Tanya leaned in and commented, "I think if I had spent the past, what - five days, with him, that nice would be an understatement."
"What are you expecting to hear?" Lexi wanted to know.
"How you seduced him and now he's scrambling to solve the case," Tanya stated matter-of- factly.
"Or that he's sweet and romantic, and just what you're looking for," Becca shot her fellow back-up singer a dirty look.
"And you, Kat, what are you waiting to hear?"
Kat looked at her friend and gave a small smile, "The truth."
"Fine, we had incredible mind-blowing sex all weekend and only left the bedroom to go to my stupid appointments. He's busting his ass to solve this case hoping for more."
All three girls were stunned. Kat narrowed her eyes, "And which part is the truth?"
Lexi looked at her three friends. "It was nice."
Tanya shook her head and laughed. "I tell you, Lex, you're getting soft in your old age. When was the last time you had sex? Robert, after the Penthouse photo shoot? Imagine what your sex life is coming to; you used to party with the best of them."
"Tanya!" Becca chided.
"We're all thinking it. I mean face it, honey, maybe you peaked." Tanya laughed as she walked away.
Lexi was stunned by her so-called friend's words. Kat put an arm around her friend's shoulders, "Don't listen to her. I think it's great you're finally taking it slowly."
Michael gathered the band and crew around the stage for an update. He told them about the fire, that Michelle was trapped - a body was found, and was in the process of being ID'ed. He led everyone instead a moment of silence in memory for their lost co-worker and friend. Nash noticed that Lexi didn't bow her head. She was looking up, biting her lip.
After that they broke up the meeting and started rehearsal. Lexi did a vocal warm-up while they checked her microphone levels; everyone else had been checked before the meeting. Once levels were set and lighting techs were in place, the rehearsal started. "Let's just run through the play list, song choreography - no opening, no closing bits...just the music," Michael suggested.
Lexi nodded and looked at Nash as the lights came up. In the glare she lost her eye contact with him and suddenly felt uneasy. Her voice was wobbly at first but she quickly got lost in her music. The choreography was second nature to her and she just poured her emotions into the songs. Nash and Joe sat watching, keeping an eye on the shadows for trouble as well. Joe was able to focus on the job at hand but noticed his partner's gaze would wander to Lexi quite often. When the intro to "Right Kind of Wrong" started, Joe gave up on his partner. He was gone or so Joe thought.
Nash noticed the lights wobbling and glanced up. There was a shadow on the catwalks and they were pulling on the lighting rack wires. "Joe, is it my imagination, or is someone shaking those lights?" Nash asked.
As Joe glanced up, the end of the light rack dipped down. "Someone's releasing the end of that rack."
Joe headed for the catwalk to the left of the stage, while Nikko moved towards the right. Nash stood up, keeping an eye on the stage and the other eye on the catwalk. He calculated the trajectory of the rack, should it break free. It would take out Lexi, and at that moment, Kat.
As he tried to get the technicians to cut the sound, he saw one corner break from its wire and dangle. As he reached the stage the other corner broke free and the rack arced downward. He dove for the two girls, knocking them back, as the lighting rack barely missed his back. He asked Lexi and Kat if they were all right, and when they nodded, he drew his gun and headed towards the catwalk. Climbing up the side closest to the broken wires, he wondered where Nikko was. Joe was coming from the other side and they looked around. "Where's Nikko?" Joe asked.
Nash shook his head as he noticed a sliver of light off to one side of an adjoining catwalk.. He motioned Joe towards it and they climbed out onto the roof. Nikko was looking over the railing, turning when he heard them emerge. Shaking his head he informed Nash, "Gone. He was a quick little bugger. Had on an Angel Dolls tour jacket. The black and silver leather, last tour, souvenir style, not crew. Baseball cap, dirty blonde hair."
"Damn," Nash put his gun away, and took out his cell phone. "This guy is starting to piss me off."
"No offense," Lexi said as they walked out of the theater, "But I'm beginning to wonder how protective this protective custody is."
"You are still alive," Nash reminded her.
"And now we have a witness and believe we know who it is," Joe added.
"Who?" Kat's voice came from the door behind them.
"Simon Russell," Joe said. "The outfit Nikko described, was the same one he wore when he staked out Lexi before."
"So why don't you have him?" Kat's animosity dripped into her question.
"We're working on it," Nash snapped, trying to keep his focus on Lexi.
"I'm just wondering," She hesitated under Nash's scrutiny. "I mean, shouldn't this case have been solved by now?"
"She's right, you know. We were assured you were the best. If anyone could crack it before the concert, you could. That's what we were told. But it's looking like your reputation outshines your work ethic." Kat declared.
"Well, if your team were as good as you say," Nash glared at Kat, "then the SIU wouldn't have had to be called in in the first place. But trust me, I have just as much invested in this case as any of your security guards, maybe more."
With that he took Lexi by the hand and led her to his car. Kat looked to Joe, who shrugged and followed his partner.