"So what do we do?" Green asked.

"Well, just make sure that we have the evidence, and I'll leave a message on Jack's machine." Serena told them. They then went to investigate the scene of the crime.

10:00am the next morning--

Jack turns to his side as he starts to awake then turns to his back while rubbing his eyes. He got up trudging to the bathroom for a shower. After his shower, he walked into the living room to see the machine light blinking. He presses the button and a voice came on.

"Jack? Where are you? The witness for the Brady case was killed and it looks like it was murder. Jack! It's 11pm. Anyway, Lennie, Ed and I are going to the crime scene so please call me as soon as you get in."

The pressed "erase" button erased the message while he picked up the phone to call Serena, even though he had to come up with an explanation as to where he was. Sitting down in his chair, he then uttered words to Serena who picked up on her cell phone.

"Hello Serena, this is Jack. I'm good, just woke up and happened to check my messages. Who was killed? Actually what if I met you at the Sizzlers restaurant at 12? Okay, bye." He says then hangs up.

Damn. He thought to himself.

Jack watched TV for a few hours, then left to go meet Serena at the restaurant, where they ate while Serena looked at him curiously.

"So, looks like we can proceed without the witness even if this was our star witness." She said in a worried tone.

"Don't worry, we have the ballistics report that shows the bullets in the victim matches the gun and the gun had the defendant's fingerprints." He told her as he took a bite.

"So we should just call in more witnesses and hopefully this witness' murder had nothing to do with the trial?" She asked again.

"Yes. I think we should find out if it did have anything to do with the witness testifying just in case and also see if any of his friends have records of violence if they visited him." He told her.

She nodded as she took a bite, even though Jack noticed she was eyeing him suspiciously.

"Okay, just say it." He told her after taking a drink.

"Say what?" She asked confused while putting food in her mouth.

"Come on, I know you want to know and I'm not going to tell you." He told her then they both grinned at each other and finished eating.

Jack woke up the next morning, turned over to his side as he felt his legs ache while he rubbed his eyes as he got up slowly to take a shower and make breakfast.

After breakfast he looked over his files concerning the case when he got a call from his friend who he talked to for 10 minutes. For the rest of the day, he watched TV to rest his tired body.

Few days later at lunch time—

"Jack?" Serena called out, opening the door to see that Jack was not around, so she closed it, going back to her office to eat lunch.

Jack walked into his office ten minutes later to see a lunch bag on his desk. He walked over to it, seeing a note from his friend. He read it, ate his lunch then took a thirty minute nap on his couch.

Jack and Serena went to the courthouse where the verdict was read, the defendant was found guilty and given the death penalty a week and a half later.

May into June—

The month went by fast and it was already the beginning of June when Jack took off for the weekend to head out to Albany and visited his daughter but there would be a surprise for him.

Sam rode to her small home he sees a car in the driveway, so he got off his bike and took off his helmet as he walked to the door. The lawn was nicely groomed with a red fence at the end of it and the house had a blue trim with off white stucco. He walked up to the door, standing, tilting forward to ring the doorbell. He waited a few minutes then rang it again.

Guess I should have called her first. Darn. He thought to himself then as he turned he noticed the wooded name plate with the last name on it above the mailbox.

Brees? But the address is right. I know it is since I wrote it down on the address book after she sent me a Christmas card. Well, riding the motorcycle sure made me famished. Guess I'd better find a place to eat then figure this out.

He went to his bike, put his helmet, gloves on then rode to a fast food place; then after ten minutes to satisfy his hunger, then went back on his bike. Got back to the neighborhood a few houses down across the street where there were a few police cars and officers talking to neighbors then suddenly—

"There he is!!" A voice called out. The police looked Jack's way then went into their car and drove off to where Jack was as he looked frightened.

Oh my god!! What did I do!! What do I do?

Jack drove off while police cars were chasing him then when there was a stop sign he would stop then the news caught on and showed it live throughout Albany.

Come on Jack, stop!! That's what you do!! Stop or Arthur will have to replace you as an EADA. Come on stop, it's not worth it. Think man!! What about your daughter, she is going to be so pissed and she may never speak to you again and plus she won't hear the end of it from her collogues so don't embarrass her. Oh there is a dead end, just pull over as you park.

Jack pulled over to a dead end, got off his bike then saw some police officers behind their police car doors. One female officer was urging him to give up, then another officer started cursing at him. There was one police car about 20 yards from him to his side; the two officers were on the side of their car away from Jack, while another was 15 yards in front of him and two others were behind it as well as to the side. There was a brick wall about 8 feet from Jack, 15 yards away was a house on each side as Jack felt a little safe but terrified of the cursing officer. Even TVs in Manhattan showed the motorcycle chase as well as the stand off that has ensued. Jack, not knowing this was airing in Manhattan as well as Albany, knelt behind his bike, leaving his helmet on, not knowing what to do next.

Oh man!! Why is she cursing at me? Wait a minute, is that? Nah, it couldn't be. She wouldn't talk like that to me but she doesn't know who I am. Gosh this day sure was a beautiful day to visit my daughter now it's almost dark and I don't know if I want to even go near that woman who looks like my—No it isn't!! Oh!! Man she must hate me!! Why does she seem so angry and she has a husband? I don't remember her getting married.

Jack's cell phone started to ring as he sat on his knees, partially took off his helmet to where he could answer the phone without the officers seeing who it was.

"Hello?"

A/N: Brees is the last name of the San Diego Chargers quarterback I really like. As of 12/05/04 he is a Charger quarterback.