Nash led Lynette into his apartment. "You live here?" she said.

"Was that a question of disapproval?" Nash said.

"No, I like it," Lynette said.

Nash's father emerged from the bedroom. "There he is," Nash said.

"You're here," Nick said. As he approached them he said, "You must be Lynette."

"And you must be Mr. Bridges," Lynette said.

"It's Nick," he smiled, "And we're happy to have you."

Lynette glanced at Nash, before she turned her attention back to Nick and said, "Thank you."

"I really appreciate this," Harvey said, to Joe, once they were at the house.

"You would do the same for me right?" Joe said, "Besides, with my wife and daughter out of town I could use the company."

Harvey smiled. Joe was suddenly quiet, so Harvey said, "Is something on your mind?"

"Oh, I was just thinking about something Lynette said, "Joe said.

"Should I be worried?" Harvey said.

"It was what she said about Evan," Joe said, "You know, when she said she saw him."

"I tell you," Harvey said, "When she said that it threw me. But we both know she couldn't have seen him."

"That's just it," Joe said, "Maybe she did see him."

"Hey, man, that's not funny," Harvey said.

"Think about it," Joe said, "Of course she couldn't have seen Evan himself, but maybe she saw him…from beyond."
"Are you seriously telling me, you think she saw Evan's spirit?" Harvey said.

"You hear about that sort of thing all the time," Joe said, "People say they have seen the spirits of others that have passed away, especially in times of crisis. Don't you think it's possible?"

"No, I don't," Harvey said, "He's dead, okay? So can we just drop it?"

"So, exactly how are we going to work this arrangement out?" Lynette said.

"For starters," Nash said, "You will be sleeping in that room."

"Son, that's your room," Nick said.

Nash looked back at Nick, before he said, "I will sleep on the pull out couch bed in here."

"Captain Bridges," Lynette said, "I don't want to turn you out of your own bed."

"Okay, two things," Nash said, "My sleeping out here is for protection purposes, which is what this is all about. Also, if you're going to stay here, you have got to start calling me by my first name."

"Nash," she said.

"That's better," Nash smiled.

"I'm going to have to get used to that," Lynette smiled. She picked up her backpack and headed for the bedroom.

"Nice girl," Nick said.

"Yes, but she's really scared right now," Nash said, "So, can you please do everything you can to make her feel comfortable."

"What makes you think I wouldn't?" Nick said.

"I just want to make sure that she feels safe and secure," Nash said.

Nick was giving him a look. "What?" Nash said, "What is that expression about?"

"The way you talked about Lynette," Nick said, "You sounded very protective."

"That's why she's here," Nash said.

"There isn't more too it?" Nick said.
"She's Harvey's niece," Nash said, "And she's a girl in trouble who needs help."

"I'm just saying there was something in the look," Nick said.

"I did not look at her differently than I would anyone else," Nash said.

"I wasn't talking about you," Nick said, "I was talking about her and the way she looked at you."

Later that evening, Nick sighed and said, "Do you suppose Lynette is coming out of the bathroom before morning?"

"It doesn't bother me," Nash said, "When this whole thing is over, I will just hand her the water bill."

Suddenly, Lynette let out a piercing shriek. Nash instinctively grabbed his gun. "Nick, get in your room," he ordered. Nick paused and then retreated. Lynette came racing out of the bathroom.

"What is it?" Nash said.

"In there," she said, "There's a thing. A big, hairy thing, in the sink."

Nash put his gun down and rubbed his forehead. "A spider?" he said, "Nick, you can come out now." Focusing his attention on Lynette, Nash said, "Don't ever do that again. I thought surely someone was in there attacking you."

"I'm sorry, but this thing looks like it came from the Amazon," Lynette said.

"It's just a little creature," Nick said, emerging from the bathroom, with the spider in a glass jar.

"It's big and black and what are you doing with it?" Lynette said.

"A new pet?" Nash said.

"No," Nick said. He held the jar through the open window and shook out the spider.

"Oh, that's a nice touch," Nash said, "Give the thing a concussion."

All three of them were asleep when Nash was woken by a noise. "What the...?" he mumbled to himself. He lay in bed listening to the sound of Lynette snoring in the bedroom. "She can't be serious," Nash groaned, getting out of bed.

Nick came out of his bedroom. He looked at Nash and said, "Are you kidding me?"

Nash waived his hand at Nick and said, "I'll take care of it."

He entered the bedroom and said, "Lynette?" She didn't stir. "Lynette?" Nash tried again a little louder. She was still snoring. Sighing, Nash said loudly, "Lynette!" She turned over and stopped snoring.

Nash left the room and waived Nick on. She suddenly started again. "I know what to do," Nick said, "Watch this." He retreated into his bedroom and slammed the door.

Lynette woke up when she heard the slam and when she saw Nash standing in the doorway, she said, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," he smiled, "Goodnight." He left the room. Lynette frowned and popped back onto her pillow.