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October 19th: 7am Tuesday Morning—

Since being told his partner was hospitalized Lennie began to wake up on the waiting room couch while the goateed faced detective was starting to also wake up. After walking to the receptionist, he finds out what room Ed was in then makes his way to his room.

"Hey." He says to his friend who was sitting up while beginning to eat his breakfast on the table with the TV on the news.

"Hey. So what is this a witness was killed? What case was it? And have you seen my car yet buddy? I saw it on the news, it's been destroyed and I know I didn't kill it. Damn it!" He pounds his fist on the side against the table then kept eating.

The doctor comes in followed by Van Buren.

"Hey Ed. Glad to see that you are okay." Anita says as she walks up near Lennie, the doctor stands at the end of the bed, taking a chart from the slab on the footboard.

"Yes he will be fine; amazingly all he got was a few scratches. He can be discharged in a few hours." Doctor responds while he put the chart then leaves.

"A few scratches, few--,"

"Not now. I know you are pissed," The senior detective tells him.

"I'm glad you are okay. If you need an extra day off, let me know and you can have it." Anita says as she gives Ed a pat on the arm, he receives it then while saying goodbye she leaves.

A few hours later in Lennie's car—

"How are you feeling?" He asks while driving to a stop light.

"Good, I'd like to see if I can salvage my car and talk to the dealership to see if they would get me a rental," He says while he looks to see a woman and two men crossing the street in a crosswalk.

Minutes later the stoplight turned green.

"Any leads as to what happened with my car?" Ed asks while they pull into the apartment parking lot where his damaged car sat. There was an officer nearby guarding it.

"I don't know buddy," Lennie responds as he parks next to the damaged car while an officer walks up to them as they get out.

"Do you any of you live in this complex?" The officer asks looking at them.

"I do. That's my car that looks like it's been in a NASCAR car wreck with Dale Earnhardt Jr,"

The officer insulted by that comment yells at him, "Hey! I'm a big fan of his, watch it pal!" Lennie and Ed walk up towards him with Lennie holding Ed back.

"Ooooh, what are you going to do, arrest me," He said sarcastically as his partner push him back a little.

"Ed. hey... I know you are pissed about your car but come on,"

Ed backs off when he realizes his partner is right.

"I'm sorry about the comment. Can I get any of the insurance from my car that will have to be towed?" The truck arrives as Ed gets his insurance information.

"Sure." The officer tells him as the driver gets out of the truck.

"Why don't you go ahead and I'll meet you at the station, okay," Ed told him as the driver hooks up the car for towing.

Lennie nods his head then gets in the car to drive back to the station for more work on the Crandall murder case while Ed gives the driver the information on his car.

An hour later while Lennie was looking up the credit card and bank statement of Denise Betts, he looks up to his partner walking in to his chair.

"How did you get here?"

"Got a rental and how are we doing on the murder?" He pulls up his chair and sits down.

"Check out Denise's credit card statement that has nothing to do with the murder of the man in Riverside Park. But there is a purchase made at a hardware store." He says as he gives him the statements.

"Hmmm, why did you bring that up?" Ed looked at the statement, rubbed his lower lip with his fingers as the ringing phone causes Lennie to pick it up.

Another detective walks up to Lennie giving him a piece of paper as he hangs up the phone.

"Thanks," Lennie responds then she walks away while he was looking at it.

"What is it?" Ed asks after he notices Lennie looking at the paper with interest.

"Son of a bitch!" The senior detective says under his breath as he gets up and walks over to Van Buren's office with a mystified Ed Green following him.

That same night at Denise's home—

Denise and Jack were in bed cuddling with the lamp dimmed. His pants, shirt, leather jacket was strewn on the floor as was her clothes with their shoes. The sliding door that went to the pool is hidden by hanging drapes; the bathroom was to the right of the door. The bureau with a mirror was 5 feet from the foot of the bed, two nightstands near the head of the bed with small lamps. One had an alarm clock and the closet with a sliding door was 6 feet from the side of the bed near the door to the hallway.

They were under the covers kissing and talking about their future together.

"I'm enjoying my time with you and I've never had a wonderful relationship with a woman before that has made me so happy," He has his arms wrapped around her; she has her arms wrapped around him as he tells her then kisses her.

The doorbell rings then the announcement is made that it is the police department with a search warrant.

"Was that the doorbell?" Denise asks, as she was startled a little, but Jack looks at her alarm clock on the nightstand near her bed.

"It's only 7:30, why don't these people just stay home," Jack says then continues, "Just remain quiet till they go away,"

Why do I get this bad gut feeling about this just as the doorbell rings? There it goes again. What is going to happen that I'm worried about? Oh well, I have my badge and I can call the quick investigating detectives Briscoe and Green to come to my rescue if I need to.

There was a loud bang like a door being forced opened; hearing that they slightly sat up with their elbows holding them up. They look at each other with some worry if it was a phony raid.

"Police! Search Warrant!"

Shit! That sounded like Briscoe!

"What the hell? Can they do that?" Denise asked while she and Jack jump out of bed to put their clothes on.

"Yes as long as they have a search warrant and you can't stop them,You have to let them do it, okay,"

"Okay." She says hesitantly.