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Chapter 4

"So can you tell me something about last night?" John asked with a notebook in his hand and looked at the old woman in front him.

He was wearing a white shirt, his sleeves brushed up to his elbows and a pair of sunglasses. It was definitely one of these hot summer days, where you prefer to spend a nice day on the beach than do your job as an FBI agent.

"I was over there when Cinnamon and I saw the explosion…" the woman began, calmly.

"Excuse me? Cinnamon?" John asked, raising his eyebrows in curiosity.

"Yeah, Cinnamon… my dog…" she pointed at the little animal, sitting next to her.

"Oh, okay… and?" he pressed, impatiently.

"And what?"

"What happened then?"

"Oh, everything happened so fast…" the old woman added, thoughtfully.

"Think about it, Ma'am. Every little detail can help us."

"There was a car… it hit a garbage can when it drove away. That's why I noticed it…" she stated, with a smile. "I said to Cinnamon, that most of the people today don't appreciate the value of things. You're not old enough to know that, but when I was young we didn't have a lot of money and…".

"I heard about that…" John interrupted her with a smile, and then he continued, "…do you remember the car? Type or colour?"

The woman considered a moment, "It looks like a small bus…".

"A van… okay, and the colour?"

"Black… no wait, it could have also been dark blue…" she sighed and looked at John, "…I'm so sorry… but it was dark and maybe the car isn't important at all."

"It's okay… you've helped us a lot…" he assured her with a smile and gave her one of his cards, "…if you remember something else, call me!"

"Sure…" she shove the card into the pocket of her jacket.

John turned around and let out a prolonged sigh as his cell phone rang, "Grant?"

"Hey, John… do you have something new?" Bailey asked his young agent.

"Hey Bailey. I just talked to some eye-witnesses. One of them told me she saw a van right in front of the church, which drove away right before the church exploded. But we have no colour, no car number… nothing." John told him and sank onto a park bench under a tree.

"Where are Sam and Coop?"

"They're talking to the Memphis PD over there." he told him, watching them from the other side of the street.

"Okay, when Coop finds something out about the dynamite, call me."

"Sure, bye!" John shut down the cell phone and placed it back into his jacket as he heard someone calling his name.

"Agent Grant?"

John looked up and blinked against the sun, "yeah?"

"Inspector Peterson, Memphis P.D…" the man informed him, showing his badge, "… I talked to Dr. Waters earlier and she told me you were send from Atlanta to solve this case."

"Yeah, I was told so…" John laughed, "…so, we're working together now?" he asked curiously and put the sunglasses on his nose.

"No no, unfortunately we have a new case since this morning. So we've fully charged you with this one." Inspector Peterson told him.

"Oh, okay…" John nodded and looked over at Sam.

"Here I have all you need for this case. Various information, pictures of the crime scene, the victims, forensic results…" he handed John a thick folder, "…everything should be in there. Dr. Waters told me to give it to you."

"Thanks…" John took the folder and opened it, "…no suspects until now, right?" he assumed and took a short look at the Inspector.

"Unfortunately not, Agent Grant…" he conceded, "…but I talked to Agent Cooper and he said that he found something out about the explosion."

John raised his eyebrows, "Has he? Well okay, then I should go and talk to him."

"Do that. I have to go back to the station anyway. Duty calls!" both stood up, "If there are any questions, you can call me in my office. Number is in there, too." Peterson pointed at the folder in John's hands.

"I will, thanks…" John answered and headed towards Sam and Coop, "Hey… so, what do we have?" he inquired, raising his eyebrows.

"A very seldom type of dynamite was used. The man knew exactly what he was doing." Coop replied, chewing on his gum.

"But why a church?" John mused, scratching his head in curiosity.

"Well, there are a lot of possibilities…" Sam started and paused for a moment, "…maybe it's someone who hates god, religion, some religious theories or something like that. But I think that he's personally connected with this specific church and that he knows a person there, like the priest or the nuns. Or maybe he worked there in the past and tried to get revenge for something what happened in his life." Sam mused, her eyes narrowed in concentration.

"Well, then we should pay the priest a visit at the hospital… maybe he knows who…" John started but Sam interrupted him.

"I talked with the doctor and asked if he's in any condition for some questioning and he told me that Reverent Davis fell in a coma this night…" she pointed out, looking at Sam.

"Dammit…" he murmured, "…okay, I'll call Bailey and tell him we'll stay here for a few days. Maybe George finds something out for us. It's a shame that he's not here with us, instead of someone else…" John murmured, fumbling in his jacket pocket for his cell phone.

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The three of them walked along the hallway of the Independence Inn, looking for their rooms.

Coop stopped in front of room number 203, "Okay, that's mine…".

"Okay, I think mine is somewhere over there…" Sam pointed on the other side of the hallway."

"Hey, what about dinner? Say, in one hour?" Coop suggested, throwing a short glance toward John, "…only the two of us, hm?" he smiled.

"Coop, I'm tired. All I wanna do is taking a hot bath and go to bed…" she told him with a small smile.

He let out a prolonged sigh, "See you tomorrow!" Coop said and disappeared in his room.

Sam turned around and looked at John, "So, now we need to find our rooms…"

"Yeah, mine is 220… and yours?"

"222… oh, seems we're neighbours…" Sam said with a smile.

"Yeah, seems so…"

"Is that a bad thing?" she asked, while they walked along the hallway.

"Not for me…" John said, a smile covered his handsome face.

"Same here…" Sam responded and stopped in front of her door, "…here we are!"

"Yeah, then… good night!"

"Good night, John…" Sam said and both walked inside their rooms.

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John walked to the bed and placed his bag on the bottom of it. All he wanted now was a cold shower, he said to himself. He fumbled through the bag and took out his shampoo and shower lotion and headed towards the bathroom.

This whole thing with Sam and Coop made him really exhausting. Not Sam, but Coop. This sick chewing cow with his big mouth was getting on his nerves, it was almost unbearable. All those glances towards him, when he's with Sam were so unnecessary. Everything was perfect when Coop was in Boston to work on the case.

He and Sam spent almost every day together. They often walked to the park where they spent their lunchtime together. They sat there on a park bench and ate their sandwiches, talking about god and the world. The other day they tried some new restaurants around the VCTF building, went out for dinner after work or watched a few movies together. Neither of them talked about Coop. It was if he'd never existed, but now everything was different. He knew that he should accept that Sam and Coop were dating but it's hard to ignore his feelings for her. To see her and work with her every day, knowing very well that they were just friends, nothing more nothing less. No matter how strong his own feelings were, he couldn't tell her how much he loved her, every single word, move or smile that came from her. All he wanted is to be with her every moment of his life.

He turned off the water and grabbed the towel to wrap it around his waist. As he walked back into the bedroom he heard a soft knock on the connecting door. He unlocked the door and opened it.

"Hey…" came a gentle whisper.

"Sam…" John said, smiling, "…what is it?"

She looked from his face down his body and noticed that he was wearing nothing but a towel, "Oh, sorry… I didn't mean to disturb you."

"No no, you didn't. Really." John tilted his head to the side and gave her a smile, "…come in. I'm right back okay?" he took a pair of jogging pants and a white shirt out of his bag and walked into the bathroom.

After a few minutes he came back and saw Sam sitting on his bed, her eyes travelling over the prints of the report.

"So? What can I do for you?" John smiled, rubbing his face and noticed that he forgot his razor at home.

"Uhm, it's just… I forgot my shower lotion at home and… and I don't like the little ones from the bathroom. So I wanted to ask you if…"

"Sure…" John interrupted her and got the bottle from the bathroom, "…here!"

"Thanks…" she replied, running a hand through her hair.

"You're very welcome…"

Sam smiled and moved to close the door as John held the door open, "Sam?"

"Yeah?"

"I've planned to go through the folder… gather all the facts we have about the case… and I don't know maybe you're too tired… but if not, we can make it together… two brains are better than one, right?"

Sam looked into his eyes and laughed, "I think so… sure, we can do that."

John raised his eyebrows, "Really? Well, I could order something to eat because I'm starving. What about you?"

"Me too… okay, I take a bath and then we can do some… work together." Sam said.

"I leave the door unlocked. Come over when you're ready, okay?"

"Okay, then… see you later!" Sam whispered and closed the door.

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Two hours later, Sam and John sat on the big bed in John's room discussing some forensic results, around them sheets of papers, reports, pictures and a fax from George with possible suspects.

"We should really have him here with us." John said, looking around to find a specific paper.

"Who?" Sam took her glasses off her nose and looked at him, curiously.

"George… it's really getting on my nerves to call him every minute we need some information…" he pointed out, massaging his neck.

"I really don't understand why Bailey sent Coop and not George with us. There is this tension all the time and I fear it's going to affect our work." Sam said, sighing.

"I know and I'm sorry…"

"For what, John? It's not about Coop and you… well, not only… I know you two aren't the best buddies…" she looked at him, smiling. "It's just… I don't know…" she shook her head and looked at the report, placed in front of her.

"What? Tell me…" John whispered, his voice coated with a sense of worry.

Sam looked up into his eyes, "We should go on with our work here…"

"Sam, no matter what it is… you can tell me everything. I'm your friend, remember?" he gave her an assuring smile.

"I know that, John…" she said and paused for a moment, "okay…it's…it's about Coop and…me. I think we should break up. No wait, that's the wrong word… actually we aren't together but… but I think I'll tell him that we're not dating anymore." She looked at John for a while, waiting for a reaction.

John couldn't believe his ears and cleared his throat, "What?"

"I don't know what I saw in him in the first place… I mean, look at him… he's far from a charming man, isn't he?" Sam said, half laughing to herself.

"Well, I think I have to agree with you in this point…" John agreed with a laugh of his own.

"Actually, this isn't funny John…" she said, hitting his arm playfully.

"Of course not, I'm totally serious now… I promise." he assured her with a smile.

"Good…" she sighed and bit her lower lip, "…I'll talk to him tomorrow."

"Okay…"

"Or maybe not…"

"What? Why not?" John asked.

"I don't know… maybe I should wait and tell him the news when we're back in Atlanta ." She tried to explain.

"Okay, then after the case…" John said and took a sip of his water on the nightstand.

"But I don't know if I can wait… he follows me everywhere I go and this… this is really getting on my nerves…"

"Then you should tell him."

"I know I should…" she sighed and looked at John, "oh my god, the whole time I was talking about me and my problems… I'm so sorry, really!"

"Hey… don't say that… you don't have to be sorry for anything, okay?" he said, grabbing her hand.

"Really?"

"Of course, Sam. Come here…" he pulled her closer into his arms, caressing her soft blond hair, "…do you remember when you offered me your shoulder when I was at the hospital? Now it's the other way around. "

"Thank you…" she responded with her head on John's chest, smiling.

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Oooh, isn't that sweet? lol ... I'm not too mean with Coop, am I? :p Please tell me what you think! R&R