We arrived at The Point in record time. Living in New York when I was a kid had given me quite a good knowledge of the back-alleys and short-cuts of the area. Which was always good when you needed a McDonalds quickly. Right now though I was using them to zigzag through the plant pots that surrounded the narrow bridge. Finally I pulled to a halt beside Rays' red Scoda. He grinned at meas I stepped out and came to stand by an impressed Gina. I knew what she was thinking. Ray was exactly her type. Tall, dark and handsome. Plus his family were from Puerto Rico, meaning he knew some Spanish. I watched as they stared at each other for a minute. I felt compelled to break the silence.

"Um…..do you have those case files?" I asked, trying to ignore their non-withering gazes.

"Yeah. Yeah, I got them off Clyde this morning." He replied startled from his staring. I rolled my eyes. It wouldn't last a week, but it was still kind of cute.

"Can I have them then?" I prompted with an amused smile. He shifted his gaze to my face and grabbed the files from the hood of his car.

"Here. I flicked through them but you've always been better at the plot-line stuff."

"What plot-line stuff?" I asked indignantly. He looked at me strangely.

"Hyping stuff up for the public." He replied like it was obvious. I threw him a dirty look.

"I do not 'hype stuff up'." I said stubbornly. Gina stifled a giggle. Once again shifting his attention back to her.

"So this is…uh…..your guest right?" he asked pleasantly. I nodded with a grin. Was it just me or was he talking differently? He sounded more mature. And he wasn't doing that stupid 'I'm a Brooklyn bad boy' thing. He was trying to act…….smart I guess.

"Yeah. This is Gina. Gina this is Ray."

"Pleased to meet you." Gina said with a small smile, holding out her hand. He took it hesitantly.

"Are you ready to go? I want to get to-"I checked the paperwork, "-The Venderson Hotel before they close up the crime scene."

"Yeah, sure girl. Anything for the boss." He smiled. I nodded absently, reading the first page of the documents Ray had pulled up for me.

'…..the bodies were found a little after 2.36am on Sunday morning. It is thought that one of the intended victims was strangled. It is yet to be determined the cause of victim B's death….'

"Hey wait up a second Ray. You said that Clyde got these files for me right?"

"Yeah, he gave me them himself this morning." He replied looking over my shoulder at what I'd been reading.

"But how come we're the only ones with the scoop? Clyde could only have gotten this from a press conference. This is a double murder with no suspect in custody. It'll be all over CNN tonight. So why has he given us so long on the deadline?"

I looked over my shoulder at Ray who was staring at the paper thoughtfully. Gina I couldn't help but notice hadn't taken her eyes off him. Which wasn't usual for her. She usually let the boys do all the running.

"I guess he must think there's more to this then meets the eye. Everyone knows how great you are at solving cases. Even before the cops sometimes. Maybe he wants you to find something that no-one else has thought of yet." He suggested calmly.

I silently agreed. There was definitely something strange about this case. Just the way that they had so much evidence but no suspects. No possible descriptions or eye-witnesses. It looked like a cover-up from where I was standing. Maybe that was why Robson and Clyde gave us such a wide deadline. They wanted us to dig for clues.

'…..reporters allowed on scene: New York Gazette and New York Times…….."

So someone else did have the scoop. I'd have to throw them off the scent if I wanted an exclusive story. I tried to remember who the homicide reporter for the New York Times was, but came up blank. I was sure that she'd left a month ago. Which meant a rookie had taken her place. Should be easy enough, I thought absently.

"Lets get moving." I said as I yanked open my door and slid inside. Gina followed and got in the opposite side.

"See ya in a minute girl." Ray replied as he did the same.

We sat in silence for most of the journey. Gina was in a world of her own, staring at the plastic Starbucks cup that she was holding. I took my eyes off the road for a minute to look at her.

"Admit it. You like him don't you?" I asked knowingly. She looked up, startled.

"Is it really that obvious?" she replied with a grin. I rolled my eyes and returned my gaze to the road.

"Between you and him I think I could have gotten more sense out of a stone." I laughed.

"Yeah well, I don't know. He's pretty young for me." she smiled sadly. I rolled my eyes.

"What are you on Gina? The guy's got it bad and he's only just met you!"

"That isn't the point." She reminded me.

"Jeez. He's only a year younger than you. That is nothing. I mean look at Catherine Zeta-Jones and Michael Douglas." She didn't look convinced by superior superstar knowledge.

"Yeah I guess." She considered with a smirk.

"I give up." I informed her sarcastically. She seemed to find this highly amusing. I'm not quite sure why.

"Okay, fine. If he asks me then I'll give it a go."

"Halleluiah." I muttered as I pulled into the Vernderson Hotels' car park.

"What about you?" she asked seriously. I looked at her.

"What about me?"

"You and that Jesse dude. What was up with that?" she asked curiously. I avoided her eyes as I parked my car by a small tower-block on 23rd Street.

"It's a long story." I replied softly, staring up at the pretty little hotel.

"But he's the one right? The one from Carmel?" she pressed curiously. I nodded feeling suddenly sick.

"He's The One alright."

"So what's he doing up in NYC all of a sudden?" she continued. I shook my head.

"I have no idea."

"Okay, fine. It's obvious you don't want to talk about it right now. But if you ever do…."

"Thanks Gina." I replied looking back at her for the first time since she'd brought it up. I was so lucky to have her as a friend.

Right now however, my friend seemed distracted.

"Ooh. You reporters get all the luck." She commented as her gaze shifted through the window. I followed her gaze.

Standing outside talking to a nearby cop was the New York Times' new reporter. Well I was guessing as much from the way he was dressed. Smart yet casual. He was tall – taller than me anyway. With short black hair and –

"Oh shit! Suze its Jesse!"

A/N: Okey dokey. So I finally started updating again! YAY!

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So what do you think? Hehe. This way Suze HAS to deal with Jesse. Lol.

Paul will reappear soon as well.

I have finally decided what pairing this story will end up with.

But whether it's J/S or P/S you'll have to keep reading to find out!

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