A/N Another part! Disclaimer is in part one. It does get better, don't worry.

He loaded up the back of his car, folding down the back seat to make room for all of the equipment. Humming as he went along, he quickly loaded the multiple large bags into his trunk, before he finally slammed the trunk down, and climbed in the front seat,   smiling.

As he set off on the half hour drive, he found himself musing, as he often did on long drives. He couldn't help but reflect back on past cases. And as hard as he tried not too, he couldn't help but reflect on her. It happened every time he drove someplace far off.

But he'd learned long ago, shortly after he came out here, how to control it. He flicked on the radio, and surfed through the AM stations, trying to find a weather report or sports game on. The only thing he regretted about leaving the northeast was the fact that once you passed the western edge of Pennsylvania, it was hard to find a Knicks or Yankees game.

But baseball was baseball, and he'd put up with listening to a Rockies game, just to relax. He found it so much easier to get engrossed in the game than it was to forget about her entirely. Soon after the game ended, she invaded his thoughts again, but it was only a matter of minutes until he would find something to occupy his mind.

It was almost an adaptation. Thinking of her, and what she did, tore him apart every time. And he couldn't go to pieces, not today. Not on such an important day. He knew that it really shouldn't count as an important day, but to him, and to the large amount of boys that would soon be following him, it was.

He finally arrived at his destination, and pulled up at the edge of the familiar green grass. He'd been here, this weekend, for the past five years running. He forgot about the bags in his trunk as he easily flung the gate open, and set off at a trot around the gravel path that led around the grass, in between the field and the rows of bleachers behind it.

Finally, after two laps, he retreated back to his car, and pulled the bags out, and set them up behind one metal fence. On the other side of the field, another man was doing the same. He stared at the other man, gave a friendly wave, and then quickly found his competitive nature taking over. He was guaranteed to forget about her, for the next two hours or so at least.

***

She quickly rented a car from the kiosk inside the airport, as well as a map, and found herself driving out to the small town where he had apparently been living for the past five years. She found herself extremely nervous, as she pulled up into the town.

She drove slowly around the town, trying to find the small street that he lived on. Almost all the houses were ranch houses, or your typical old-fashioned two story farmhouse. As she drove around,  she quickly found herself lost in the center of town.

Just as she was about to give up, an old, wizened man approached her car, and knocked on the window. She rolled it down, and looked at him. "'Scuse me ma'am, but you look like you're lost." She gave a small chuckle. "You looking for someplace?"

"Why yes, yes I am."

"Where abouts are looking for?" She dug out the scrap of paper upon which she had written down his address. Passing it to him, he looked up with a touch of a smile, "You're looking for Will?" He asked her.

"Will?"

"Well, that's who lives there." At her puzzled look he continued. "But come to think of it, I don't think that's his first name. Being as I'm the only notary in town, I was present when he signed his deed, and I think he signed it something else. Also, being postmaster, I've noticed he's gotten some things addressed to an F. William." She took all of this in. He stopped using his first name. Perhaps to fit in a bit more in this little town.

"But you know where he lives?"

"Matter of fact, I do. But you're not going to find him at home." She gave him a questioning glance.

"He's out of town. So's anyone with a teenage boy." She kept staring at him, getting him to elaborate. "Little league tournament. He's the coach." Her face fell ever so slightly. "You can't miss the field though. You take this road straight up for around half an hour, and you'll see the signs for it." She nodded, and thanked him, and set off to go to the game.