Chapter 33 :

"She's disappeared…"

"I'm on the phone with PD – one second."

"You sure about the surveillance tapes?"

Jack and Bobby walked into the bullpen, in complete disarray. Jack quickly said, as D walked by,

"What's going on?" He answered hastily,

"We looked over the surveillance tapes from the Jefferson. Sue recognized both Karolyn and Christine. Karolyn we knew, because Sue had met her in the washroom, but sure enough, we saw them together – followed closely behind by the two men we convicted for the murders. We've been trying to track down Christine Johnson – no luck." He hurried out of the bullpen. Jack walked over to his wife, who was typing furiously at her computer. She looked up, and he noticed how pale she looked.

"Are you okay?" He asked with concern. She nodded and smiled.

"Fine – did you hear about Christine? We're trying to track her down." He nodded. "How did things go at the Jail?"

"It just confirms everything that we're doing now. Apparently, Christine's been to see James a few times, and the prison records confirm it. She must be the killer were looking for." She nodded again, as Sophia began to cry. Sighing in exhaustion, Sue went to go pick her up, but Jack hurried over.

"Are you sure you're okay? Maybe you should go home and rest. You look pale." He reached over and picked up his daughter.

"I feel okay Jack. I don't know, I think I'm just tired from the case. My stomach is just a little unsettled, but don't worry. I'm sure it'll just pass. This whole thing with Christine is a little upsetting. I believed her." He took her hand in his, as Sophia started to coo. Sue couldn't help but smile at her daughter.

"Just go home if you feel worse okay? See how much we love you!" Jack went to kiss her, but she quickly pulled back.

"Hello! Might be sick! The last thing we need is for both of us to get a cold or the flu, especially with two little ones. If I am sick, you're going to be the one stuck with the kids." Jack rolled his eyes and whined,

"So I can't kiss my wife and I'm going to have to run the household! Not fair." Sue chuckled.

"Suck it up baby. I'm sure its nothing, but we can't afford to both get sick. Now get back to work before you get yourself fired." He rolled his eyes and kissed her on the cheek. Her eyes twinkled, before returning back to her work, occasionally glancing at the sleeping Savannah.

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A few days passed, without any luck. Christine Johnson seemed to have vanished into thin air. A cold, winter morning, Jack and Sue walked into the bullpen, ready for a fresh day on the search for their killer. Bobby spoke up,

"Where are the kids?" Sue smiled softly,

"Jack's parents are here. They're going to watch them today, give us a bit of a break." Bobby pouted his lip, and Sue turned to look at Tara who was smiling. They cast each other knowing looks, before she got up and came over to Sue, once Jack had gone to his desk.

"You're looking a little pale again. Not sleeping well?"

"I can't get this case of my mind…that doesn't matter – you have a wedding coming up soon! How's everything going – need my help?" Tara grinned.

"I think we're good. Two weeks to go! After all, we did pull of your wedding in two months. We've had a bit more time to plan ours. It's just hard to believe that I'm getting married in a few weeks…" She was quickly interrupted as Myles came over and addressed the whole team.

"Metro PD just called. 911 received a strange phone call. It was woman claiming to be Ivy Grenon. Saying that someone had taken her and she was scared. She sounded very illusive, but mentioned something about donuts. I think maybe Christine's got her. Sue – does the phrase, the donut mans buddies kitchen mean anything to you?" Sue thought, as all eyes stared at her.

"Donut – we know that Ivy owns a bakery. James had me in one of his warehouses. Christine has been seeing James. She must be somewhere, related to those clues. Donut man? Maybe James. But who's his buddy? Christine?"

"But where could they be, someone's kitchen?" added Tara.

"I don't know." said Sue, as she rushed to her computer, to frantically look something up.