The ringing of the telephone pulled Faith's attention from the conversation she had been having with Bosco. There was a situation she needed to attend to, and possible important documents missing. The officers on the scene were still searching the house for possible intruders so no one was sure of what had been taken. Within twenty minutes Faith and Bosco pulled up next to McKenzie and Michael's car, police cars surrounded their house and the flicker of flashlights could be seen running past windows.

"What happened?" Faith asked walking up to the two standing outside next to the lieutenant.

"We came home, and found the door opened. It didn't seem right so I called a few friends. We're going in, in about five minutes to check for everything that was taken. I don't think they actually got to our information, but I can't guarantee anything." Michael stated, his attention never leaving the structure that stood in front of him.

"As long as everyone is all right." Faith said walking after McKenzie who seemed to have spotted something.

"McKenzie" Faith said quietly catching up to the young woman who stopped abruptly only feet from the tree line.

"This doesn't seem right. Someone knew something; they had to in order to know where we lived, and that information. It doesn't make sense."

"It may have been some kids who were trying to get a few expensive things. It doesn't mean they found your information, or knew who you were. Lets just go in and see what was taken before we jump to the worst conclusion."

"Things like this aren't supposed to happen, when ya leave your house you should come back and find everything all right. Not find your front door jimmied open and your home ransacked." McKenzie said more frustrated and angered than scared or hurt. Bending down she picked up a picture of her parents and her when she was little.

They walked back over to Michael and Bosco after a few minutes and it was explained that they could go in side the house. Walking up the stairs and through the front door McKenzie stopped when she noticed writing on the walls. Their belongings were thrown carelessly around the house, no matter what room they walked into. Michael went straight up the stairs followed by Bosco to a room they had converted into an office. With Bosco's help he pushed the desk five feet out from the wall and quickly bent down and pulled the rug away. Their lap tops, paper work and all the important information they had documented so far was still there, and not disturbed. Pulling the black brief cases from where they were hid he placed the boards back and covered them over and moved the desk back once again with Bosco's help.

They spent three hours going through their belongings, and writing lists on things that were missing before going to the station and filing statements and talking with people for another two hours. It was nearly one in the afternoon by the time all four had arrived back at Faith and Bosco's. It had been a quiet ride home, they were tired and upset that the situation had happened the way it did, but there wasn't much they could do at the moment.

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"So you can talk, or you just didn't want to tell me?" A hushed voice said from the living room. Turning Harlie could make out Alexander standing in the doorway to the patio. The dim morning light illuminating the outline of his silhouette, never looking at her only starring out into nothingness.

"Let me explain, please?"

He turned around crossing his arms in front of his chest as he leaned against the wall. "Sit with me, please? I don't want to yell across the room."

Walking over he sat in the chair across from her, never speaking a word.

"I can speak to an extent, but not for long periods of time. The reason why I can now is advancement in a chip that Rachel had been working on. Almost like a voice changer, only it helps me talk. I didn't mean to upset you, I thought you would like the fact that I could talk."

"Then why not use the chip all the time?"

"It's not that simple."

"Not that simple! Harlie you would be able to talk when ever you wanted to." He shouted louder than he really expected.

"The normal voice altering chip is one thing, mine is completely different. It adheres to my mouth, and isn't that comfortable. If anything it hurts, and I can't deal with that every day."

"You don't act like it hurts you."

"Alexander, this is the first time I have ever used a chip longer than three hours in some lab, I thought you would be happy that you could have a partner to talk to instead of a dumb one. I suppose I was wrong." Her last sentence being horse and quiet. Standing she walked to her room leaving Alexander to his thoughts.

Her words echoed through his mind for a long while before he stood to walk back to her room. Opening the door his eyes fell on the form laying on the bed, he listened for the rhythm of her breathing, knowing well she wasn't sleeping. Walking over to the bed he sat down next to her brushing the hair from her face. Her eyes were fixed out the window. Not looking up to see him, trying hard not to cry. She thought Alexander, her partner of all people would understand, or at least try to. Instead he did the exact opposite and backfired on her, straight out yelled and that hurt more than anything. The way he looked in her direction at that moment without ever actually making eye contact. His posture was tensed and angered, and yet he remained quiet, it's was the silence that was deafening.

"Your not dumb, and I am happy that you can talk, even if it's not your voice, and I don't hear your words every time you talk. I'm sorry I upset you, that was my last intention. I was shocked and confused, I figured you would tell me if you could talk or not. Not to mention I had a few drinks too many."

"You are right, I should have told you not just let it slide. I wasn't sure how long it would work really, I was hoping it wouldn't bug out on me in front of Stephan and I was lucky. It's breaking now as I am guessing you noticed." She explained in a raspy horse voice that faded in and out. Her mouth ached and all she wanted to do was sleep. She had talked almost all night while also trying not to say the wrong thing. Alexander sat in silence for a while starring at her, he should have trusted her more than he did, and regretted his temper when she walked in the door. He didn't understand why she hadn't told him of this chip, but he knew eventually he would.

"You should sleep and you know where I'll be if you need me." He said before standing to walk away.

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The ringing of Michaels cell phone woke him from a restless sleep; rolling over he picked up the small device and held it to his ear. "Braze"

"Your missing a disc, I suggest you meet me at Third and Birchwood." A calm voice said. Michael couldn't believe what he heard, everything was in the cases how would they have lost a disc, and how would anyone know about it unless they knew McKenzie or himself.

Michael moved quickly to the kitchen where Faith and McKenzie sat drinking coffee and talking. "The disc you were working on the day we left to come here, did you put it back in the case, or was it in the disc drive?"

McKenzie's heart sunk and the color drained from her face as she realized she hadn't returned it. She didn't want to bother him yet again to move the desk so she had left it in the tower never guessing they would be going anywhere. She hadn't even remembered as they walked out the front door. She never forgot things that important before and the thought of her being the person who could ruin everything made her nauseous.

Michael knew the answer, and so did Faith by the way she was looking; knowing all too well this wasn't good Faith followed Michael and McKenzie out the front door after getting Bosco from the living room.

"Where are we going?" Bosco asked confused as he too climbed into the jaguar.

"We're headed to Third and Birchwood."

"For?"

"I got a call stating that someone knew something about a disc that was taken, and to meet him at the corner of Third and Birchwood."

"And you're just going to show up. He could be anybody, or it could be a trap to ambush us, did you call for back up? Faith are you going to let him do this?" Bosco questioned as they drove down the street and towards the city.

"Yes Bosco, if you wish not to go tell us now it's only two blocks back to the house." Faith replied looking over at him, she was serious and he knew that nothing would change her mind.

"Shouldn't we tell someone where we are going, incase something does happen. Then they won't think we just up and disappeared!" He finished figuring he had them on that one.

Faith just looked over at him and without a word turned to face out the window again. He was right and she knew it, they should tell someone so she pulled out her phone and sent a message to the lieutenant. Bosco watched as she sent the message and smiled at himself for at least trying to help.

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Harlie rolled over at looked at her phone that was charging on her dresser, she had a message the light was flashing and a soft melody rang through the air. Clicking a few buttons she read the message from the fifty-fifth and climbed out from under her warm blankets and down the hall to the kitchen where she found Alexander cooking dinner. He was standing in front of the stove in a pair of cargo pants and a white under shirt in bare feet and to top off the out fit an apron. Typing into her palm pilot she let the small clicking sound make her presence known so she wouldn't startle him since he was cooking with grease.

"So you're up, did you sleep all right?" He asked quietly turning to look at her as she jumped up onto the counter next to him. 'I would have slept better if I wouldn't have upset you.'

"It's all right Harlie, I told you that before. I'm sorry I got ticked earlier."

'You had every right to I suppose, I don't blame you, I just feel bad that you got ditched and I didn't explain and I talked on top of it all."

"Did you accomplish anything?"

'He knows he's being followed, and he knows it's the government. I believe Brian will play along as long as he can, or at least until we piss him off enough. All he needs is time and the right people, and we could be in a boatload of trouble. I haven't told Faith anything yet; she had her own battles to fight last night, and apparently so did Michael and McKenzie. Their place was broken into and Michael received a call a little while ago about a missing disc. I know that due to the message left on my phone and I'm guessing you received the same.'

He nodded in reply as he placed the chicken he had been frying on a plate and carried it over to the table.

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First I would like to apologize for the delay in posting this chapter. I didn't mean to take so long, but things got busy. Let me know about this chapter, I'm not sure if is as good as the others. Send opinions I'll be listening, and thank you all for reading.