A/N: Short chapter, I know. And after such a long wait... oh well. MAybe I'll post 6 tomorrow.
"Counselor!" I called after her and she turned around, a box in her hands. Jogging to catch up, I took the box from her. "D'you know any good adoption lawyers?"
"Thanks. A couple, yeah. This about your nephew?" She hitched her bag higher up on her shoulder.
"How'd ya know?"
"Olivia dropped by my office yesterday for a warrant and mentioned it. How's he doing?" We stopped in front of the elevator.
I would have shrugged, but the box made it difficult so I settled for a slight tilt of the head. "Nightmares every night and he won't talk." I sighed. "Been thinking about talkin' to Huang."
"Munch? Willingly talk to a shrink? Your nephew must really mean a lot to you." She smiled as we got on the elevator.
One side of my mouth lifted in a half-smile. "Yeah, well. I'm all he's got. Gotta do what's best for him. Rather, I want to do what's best. Don't want him growing up some twisted son of a bitch like me, right?"
"Another Munch... whatever should we do?"
"Hide." She laughed.
"I'll talk to my friend about it," she said, returning to the original topic.
"Casey," I started, trying to think of something to say, but the only thing I could come up with was, "Thanks."
She nodded and I handed back her box. "I'll call you later." And she walked down the hallway.