Jack angrily got up from his seat, scooting his chair back, grabbing his bag, and saying nothing to Lennie as he left the courtroom. Jack went to the little street cafe to get a drink and a chicken salad sandwich. He walked quietly to the small park across the street where he ate by himself, which he wanted. With his bag next to him, he ate as he watched kids play in the park, some other people eating, and thought about what he did in the courtroom. After lunch, the case went back in session as Jack finished the questioning of witnesses then afterwards he and Serena walked to the DAs office even though Jack was trailing behind and told Serena he wanted to walk alone.

When Jack finally got to the office, Arthur followed him into his office while closing the door.

Jack slapped his bag on his desk, as he sat in his chair while Arthur stood across from the desk.

He asked in an annoyed tone, "Jack, what in tarnations happened in that courtroom?"

The EADA sighed, "I don't know, I just lost it."

"Look, I don't want you to screw up the case so please try to keep your composure."

"Okay." He told the DA then he walked out of Jack's office leaving Jack sitting at his desk.

Later that night at Jack's apartment—

Jack is sitting on the couch with a bottle of scotch in his hand and a glass in the other as he poured the liquor in the glass, puts the bottle down then just sits and drinks. Finally after 6 glasses, he staggers as he puts the bottle away and the glass in the sink and heads to bed without changing as he falls asleep on his stomach.

Thursday night September 30th at a small park—

"What do we have Lennie?" Ed asked after he met with Lennie who was there no more than 10 minutes earlier when Lennie saw Ed pull up.

"The wife was killed but, I don't think she was killed here. We are cowering for bullet shell casings but we can't find any so far."

"Maybe she was killed somewhere else?" His partner asked as they knelt close to the victim as the ME arrived.

"It's possible but we would know more when the ME does an autopsy."

"True." Lennie said as he and Ed stood up.

He said exasperated as he gave a shocked look. "Oh man."

"What?"

"I know who she is. She is the store manager of one of the retail store." Ed said.

"There is no car in the parking lot or the surrounding areas. The officer said as he was walking up to the detectives then continued, "but a car was here because there is fresh oil drip and I think that car was stolen." The officer stated.

"Probably right." Lennie said as he looked around.

The victim was taken to the ME's office, ME's findings at the scene show the victim may have been dead for no more than three days and the gun shots were before death. That same day they went to the house, found out that the husband was not out of town but hadn't come to work, nor did the wife so they got a search warrant to search the place a day later.

They opened the door then it hit them.

"Oh my god! Whew!" Lennie said as he and other officers stood near the door.

They were walking in with their handkerchiefs covering their nose and mouth while they ventured in the hallway there lay a bloody body just outside the door of the bedroom.

"Well, looks like he won't be getting up anymore." Lennie said sarcastically while holding a handkerchief to his nose and mouth, then continued, "I need to get outside, I can't breath." Minutes later windows were opened to get the stench out.

They searched the place and found some evidence that it was ransacked after the male victim was killed but they also found out that the woman who was found dead in the park was related to the male victim.

Ed said to another officer as he walked out to see his partner walking up to the steps of the house. "This isn't good."

"You okay Lennie?" He asked his partner.

"Yeah." He responded as they headed for the car, while Ed walked to the driver's side, Lennie got in the passenger side seat. As Ed put the keys in the ignition, Lennie told him he still wasn't feeling very well so Ed took Lennie home for the day since the day was almost over.

Friday October 1, at the 2-7—

"Why don't we start with Jessica Seau first." Lennie said as they both sat up.

"Okay." His partner said as they put on their coats, "You feeling better?"

"Yeah, I guess a good night sleep and Pepto Bismol helped." Lennie said while they both were walking out.

They did their investigation then asked for alibis as to who was where when the murder happened then Briscoe's cell phone rang then they went to the M.E's office.

"Looks like he was killed about the 24th as he was stabbed about 15 times and the knife was found at the scene had the same incision but had some prints on it. His name is Mitch Crandall and the woman is Brandy Crandall. She must have been killed a day later or maybe hours later and found some hair fibers on both victims and you will be called when the report is ready. "

"Okay."

At Jack's apartment—

Jack was at his desk reading files when the phone rang, he began picking up the phone to off the holder and put it to his ear.

"Hello?" He greeted the caller.

"Hi, Jack." The caller said with a scared voice.

"Hey babe. What's wrong?" He said then asked, hearing the concern in her voice.

"Um, the cops went to see my friend and I'm worried they already suspect her of murdering the Crandall people."

He asked as he sat back on his chair. "Now how do they suspect her? Did they talk to her?"

"Yeah they did, they asked her a lot of questions. I don't understand why?" She said as she sat back on her sofa with her foot on the coffee table as she was watching TV but the mute button was on the TV.

"Listen, they have to interview anyone who knew the person who was killed; even the co-workers, girlfriends, boyfriends, husbands, wives. Don't worry, I'm sure that your friend had nothing to do with the murders but they have to cover all the bases." He tells his worried girlfriend.

"Okay, I feel better. Thanks. Love you, bye." She says then hangs up the receiver and presses the mute button on the remote to hear the TV.

He hung up the phone; sat up to do his work but couldn't help but feel a bad feeling in his gut.

Tuesday October 12 2004—

"Hello Briscoe speaking." The detective answered the once ringing phone while his partner was out to get something to eat for him and Lennie.

"Hi, Jack McCoy wants to meet you at Central Park in the south part of it near 7th Avenue." The caller said.

"What, he needs to see me? Why, is he too lazy to pick up the phone or drive to the 2-7 precinct?"

"Just be there." She then hangs up.

"Hello? You there?" He said then hung up as he noticed Ed walking over with the food.

Later that night—

Lennie was parking the car on W 59th street when he noticed no cars but a figure standing there so he got out and started towards the figure that was silhouetted by the park lights.

Lennie asked, "Jack what is the meaning of this? Why can't you —Ow!"

A/N: I will be posting this story a little more often since I want to get it all posted by the end of June.