"This guy just rubs me the wrong way," Woody explained as the group gathered around Nigel's computer. "First off, he knew a little too much about Seely's desk. I mean, that key just magically appeared from a paperclip box. Now if that was me and I really wanted a drawer locked, I would have hidden it a lot better. Then there is how these guys knew about the account and the fact they KNEW we had found the storage facility. His outburst yesterday just sealed it for me." Woody patted Bug on the back. "I mean, his response to these guys was typical but he was adamant about not making the deal. It may just be his personality but I think that Detective Dickson is a little more involved than it seems."

"1913 Brook Lane. The address belongs to a Diane Dickson who died 8 months ago. She willed it to her son, Robert Dickson," Nigel announced triumphantly as his computer spit out the information.

"Just as I thought. Okay, let's get a task force out to that location," Woody said, snapping into action. "We can't let Dickson know about this. As far as he knows, we're waiting for a phone call."

XXXXX

Lily had fallen into a fitful sleep after the Ricky and his associate had left. She began to dream, the night with Seely coming back to her. She envisioned the two of them walking into his townhouse, the door slamming behind them and Ricky's voice ordering Seely to be shot. As the gunshot rang through her ears, she startled awake. There was a commotion above her and it was then she realized that the shot wasn't only apart of her dream. Footsteps echoed from upstairs, running the length of the house. Another shot was heard and large thud paused the chaos right over her head.

The basement door opened and Lily braced herself for the worst. Through the darkness, she recognized Ricky's stature. He roughly grabbed her, urging her to stand. "Let's go," he demanded. Lily could barely move as the duct tape around her feet prevented her from walking. "Son of a bitch!" Ricky said, realizing his error. "I don't have time for this." He bent down, trying to remove the tape.

"Freeze!" a voice called through the darkness. From the flashlights they were carrying, Lily recognized the uniforms of Boston PD. Her first sense of relief was crushed as Ricky leapt to his feet, wrapping his arm around her throat, a pistol pointing directly at Lily's head.

"I'll kill her," he growled. "I've got nothing to lose."

"Just put down the gun," the officers bargained with him. "No one has to get hurt."

Ricky began his move towards the stairs, dragging Lily as she tried to keep up with him. His ascent up the steps was therefore slow but he kept the uniforms at bay with the gun tightly pressed against Lily's temple.

The light became blinding as they reached the top and Lily took in her surroundings, realizing that it was in fact day. The two officers followed them into the kitchen, trying to determine the best course of action. The floor was pooled with blood and they stepped over the body of Lily's fourth capturer, Dickson, dead from a gunshot to the chest. Ricky dragged her into what looked like the living room and out of the corner of her eye, Lily recognized Detective Hoyt standing in the adjacent hallway, his pistol drawn.

"Let her go," Woody commanded. Ricky twisted towards the voice and Woody took the opportunity of surprise, firing one shot that flew past Lily's face and into Ricky's head. Lily felt Woody's hands grab her and pull her out of the way as Ricky fell to the floor. "Are you all right?" he asked, her response was a slight nod.

Footsteps rushed up behind Woody and Lily turned to see Jordan and Bug coming towards them.

"Lily!" Jordan exclaimed.

A true sense of relief caused Lily's knees to go weak and as she sunk to the floor, Bug caught her in his arms, following her to the ground. "It's okay," Bug whispered, visually assessing her injuries.

"I want to go home," Lily whimpered, resting her head against Bug's chest.

Jordan pulled a pocketknife from her jacket and began working on the duct tape around her wrists. "Let's get paramedics over here!" she yelled to three more Boston PD who had followed in behind.

Woody stepped towards Ricky, grabbing the pistol from the floor and ensuring that there were no other signs of life. "He's the last one," Woody instructed the two original officers. "Let's get everyone out of here."

Jordan freed Lily's hands and gently clasped them together with her own. "You're freezing," she observed.

Lily cracked a slight smile. "Remind me never to wear a dress on another date."

Jordan chuckled as she cut the tape from her feet. Lily felt Bug struggle slightly behind her as he worked to get his coat off and drape it over top her. His body warmth and the exhaustion of the ordeal took it toll on Lily. She heard the paramedics reach them before she closed her eyes and finally passed out.

XXXXX

"Lily, Nigel said it was quite the performance," Jordan giggled, as she sat in Lily's living room. "Bug had a grip on the guy's shirt. Almost choked him."

"It wasn't like that," Bug tried to explain from the adjacent kitchen counter where he was making popcorn. "I didn't even hurt him. Besides, the guy was a jerk."

"Bug was just trying to protect your good name," Jordan quipped, downing the remainder of her beer.

Lily grinned at Bug from the couch where she sat, bundled up under several blankets. "My hero," she said, only somewhat joking.

"Well, Dickson definitely got what was coming to him," Jordan said.

"How did Woody know that he was involved?" Lily asked, reaching for the wine bottle sitting on the coffee table.

"Call it good police intuition. But Dickson was in it from the very beginning. He knew he couldn't get access to the money if the account was in Seely's name so he bargained with the other three to get rid of Seely," Jordan explained. "Gabriel Martinez spilled everything. He said that Dickson was the one who bought and sold the cheap drugs. Seely was just the accountant."

Lily shook her head. "I should have known."

"Look, how were you to know that Detective Seely would be involved in something like this?" Jordan reassured. "It could have happened to anyone."

"But something never felt right about him. I never felt safe around him," Lily spoke softly. "I guess I was just caught up in the possibilities."

Jordan smiled gently at her. "Those possibilities are always a problem." She got up from the chair she was in, walking towards the kitchen. "That's why you've gotta stick with the sure things," she said as she placed her beer bottle on the counter, patting Bug's shoulder on the way past. "Well, I should get going."

"Are you sure you don't want to stay?" Lily said. "Bug and I are going to watch an old East Indian movie he brought over."

"My parents gave it to me," Bug grinned. "It's a musical."

Jordan rolled her eyes. "As appealing as that sounds, Garret asked me to stop in tonight. There are a few things that still need cleaning up." She walked over the couch, giving Lily a warm hug. "We're glad to see you home."

Lily smiled. "Me too. I don't think I could have stood that hospital a minute longer."

"And Macy said he didn't want to see you for another week," Jordan warned as she put on her coat. "Take him up on that offer. There'll be plenty of work when you get back."

"Oh, I'm sure there will be," Lily said, imagining the mess on her desk.

"Enjoy your movie," Jordan said, opening the door to leave.

"Night, Jordan," Bug called as the door shut and he made his way over to the couch. He took a seat beside Lily and set the bowl of popcorn on the table.

"You warm enough?" he asked, settling himself in.

"Yeah," Lily answered, flipping on the television and grabbing some popcorn. She pressed play on the DVD player and cautiously looked at Bug before resting her head against he shoulder. He smiled slightly and wrapped his arm along the back of the couch, allowing Lily to snuggle in closer.

The movie started and Lily yawned. "Already falling asleep?" Bug joked. "You know that this movie is 3 hours long, don't you?"

"You might have to give me condensed version sometime," she said, yawned again.

Moments passed as they sat in silence. Lily briefly looked up at Bug, mulling over her thoughts. "Bug?"

"Yeah?" he answered, his concentration mostly on the movie.

"Can I ask you something? And you promise not to laugh?"

His attention was suddenly drawn to her. "Of course," he said sincerely.

Lily carefully considered her words. She looked up at him. "You know that you're my best friend, right?"

He nodded slowly.

She sighed. "And you know that considering everything, I am completely vulnerable right now."

Bug looked at her with careful regard. "I guess…"

"Will you stay here tonight?"

"Lily, I… uh…" Bug stammered.

Lily rolled her eyes, realizing that she had asked too much. This wasn't like her, especially not with Bug. "I'm sorry, Bug. I didn't mean…"

"No, no. That's okay," Bug said, completely flustered.

Lily took a deep breath. "Bug, it's just that, you are the only man in my life who I trust. You make me feel safe. And I need that…"

Bug smiled slowly. "Lily…" he started.

"Yeah?"

"Of course I'll stay… on the couch."

Lily sighed with relief. "Thanks." She smiled, snuggling into his chest and returning to the movie. "See? You always understand me."

"Yeah," Bug smiled to himself. He got comfortable, wrapping his arm around Lily's shoulders and enjoying the contact. "I do."

The End