Myles groaned, emerging from the stack of papers. He'd been there all night. His neck was stiff, and his back was screaming at him. It was better than sitting vigil with Howie in the car, though, which D had done all night. Myles was not envious at all.

"Anything?" Lucy asked, coming in with breakfast. She had stayed too as an extra pair of eyes. Myles shook his head.

"I'm not seeing anything that stands out."

"I was really hoping to find something," Lucy said.

"As was I," Myles sighed, taking the bag from her. They ate in silence for a bit before someone entered.

"Hey, guys," Stanley said. Lucy choked and Myles just stared at him. Stanley faltered for a moment, looking at them both. Lucy managed to get her food down without any more issues.

"Did I say something wrong?" he asked, confused.

"No, no," Lucy shook her head. "You just surprised us."

"Did I interrupt something...?" he trailed off, looking back and forth between them.

"No," Myles snorted.

"He wishes," Lucy said at the same time.

"Oh," Stanley responded, still looking confused.

"How can we help you?" Myles asked.

"I was looking for Tara," Stanley answered. Lucy was taken aback. Hadn't Tara told him?

"She's not here," Myles said, going back to his files. Stanley looked at Lucy.

"She's not here?" he repeated.

"No," Lucy shook her head.

"Well, where is she?"

"She's on a case with Bobby," Myles cut in, saving Lucy. "It's very undercover. She won't surface for at least a week."

"Oh. She didn't mention that to me," Stanley said, looking hurt.

"It was very sudden. They didn't have time to notify anyone. I'm sure she will explain everything when she gets back," Myles finished. Lucy stared at him. She had forgotten how good of a liar he was.

"I see. Um, all right. I guess...I guess I'll go," Stanley said, gesturing to the door.

"Bye," Myles said.

"Take care," Lucy added. Stanley left slowly, and Lucy could tell he was wondering if they had just lied to him, which they had.

"Sooo," Myles said once they were alone. "Tara didn't tell her boyfriend she went to another continent?"

"Apparently not."

"Is there something you wanna tell me?"

"No," Lucy answered, looking at him. "About what?"

"Well, if you don't know, then I'm not going to tell you."

"That's rude," Lucy commented. Jack and Sue entered the bull pen by now, so Lucy let it go.

"Anything?" Jack asked. They both shook their heads.

"How did it go with Howie last night?" Lucy asked Sue.

"I think D is ready to pop him," Jack answered for her.

"Howie just gets excited," Sue defended.

"He'll blow it," Jack warned.

"I'll talk to him," Sue promised.

"Has Bobby called at all?" Lucy asked.

"No," Jack shook his head. "Last I heard Tara had arrived."

"I hope he's all right," Lucy said, worried. She wrung her hands anxiously. Sue reached out and put her arm around her friend. They were all concerned about their friend.

...

Bobby's head jerked back and forth when the truck flew off the hump in the road. He didn't even care. His rage was too out of control.

He killed them. He killed them. He killed them.

The statement kept playing in his head over and over. The evidence was there. The only thing missing was the motive. Had his biological father been that jealous of Dean? Had he really hated Paula enough for remarrying to kill her? Bobby couldn't make any sense of it.

Why? Why? Why?

He'd find out when he found him.

...

Tara excused herself and left Ginny sitting outside to call Jack. She hadn't seen or heard from Bobby all day, and she was growing worried. She'd had her fill of Ginny. The woman could talk of nothing but herself. Tara tried to empathize because she did lose the mother she never got to meet, but after a while Tara couldn't take it anymore. Bobby was hurting too. Ginny seemed to forget that Bobby even existed.

"Hey, Jack," Tara said, gripping the phone. It was growing dark outside. "Have you heard from Bobby today?"

"No," Jack answered. "What's going on?"

Tara filled him in, and Jack's stunned silence met her on the other end.

"Tara, listen to me," Jack started. "Do not let Bobby play pool."

"Excuse me?" Tara asked, confused.

"Whatever he says, whatever happens, do not let Bobby go near a pool table. Do you understand me?"

"Because he'll blow off some steam playing a game? Jack, you make no sense," Tara laughed a little.

"Tara, I can't tell you anything more, but please just promise me you won't let him."

"I...I promise," she finally agreed.

"Thank you. Call me with an update later."

"I will."

They hung up, and Ginny appeared before Tara could return outside.

"So, you and Bobby," she started, going for a drink of water. "What's going on there?"

"Nothing," Tara blushed. She turned away so Ginny wouldn't see her red face.

"You just came all this way to 'support' him," Ginny said, smirking.

"I'm his best friend," Tara defended. "He'd be there for me."

"Sounds to me you like him a little more than friends," Ginny giggled.

"I have to go find him," Tara interrupted. "He's been gone too long. Are you coming?"

"I'm really tired," Ginny said, yawning for effect. "Is it okay if I pass?"

"Sure," Tara nodded. She hadn't really wanted her to come anyway. "I'll be back soon."

"Okay."

Tara found the keys to the car outside. She assumed it was either Paula's or Dean's, but she didn't want to think about it too much. She drove into town, wondering where Bobby would even go. She pulled up outside of what appeared to be the only local bar in the place and got out. She heard laughter coming from inside as she walked up the steps. It was a little dark inside, and she squinted hard to see Bobby. She eventually spotted him standing beside a pool table.

How did Jack know?

She wondered what the story was, but as she came closer, she noticed that Bobby looked different. He almost had a crazed look in his eyes, and she soon spied the stack of money on the table beside him, the beer bottles behind him, and the opponent jeering at him as Bobby bent to take the first shot. She pushed towards him and grabbed the stick from his hands.

"Hey!" he shouted over the noise. He went to grab it back, but she played keep away.

"No," she said firmly. The opponent started laughing, saying something about her being his Mommy.

"Shut up!" she shrieked at him, pointing the stick in his face. "Leave right now before I take your eye out! And I'm an excellent shot." The guy held up his hands and snatched the money before taking off.

"Tara, you just cost me a hundred bucks," Bobby growled. Tara spun to face him, finally getting it.

"You're an addict," she said. He stared at her.

"What?"

"The money, the game? Your attitude? You have a gambling problem don't you?" she challenged.

"I do not," he said angrily. He had definitely been drinking. Tara could smell it on him.

"Jack told me to not let you play. He was very insistent. He said he couldn't say why, but I'm not stupid, Bobby. Do you have a gambling problem?"

"It's none of your business," he said, turning and grabbing his coat. It took him three tries to get it on as he stormed out.

"What happened?" she called after him, setting the stick on the table and chasing him. He burst through the door, and it almost clipped Tara as she passed through it behind him.

"Bobby!"

"Leave me alone," he ordered, heading for his truck. She saw him stumbling.

"You've been drinking," she called, catching up to him finally.

"So what?"

"You can't drive after drinking."

"Watch me."

"Bobby Manning!" Tara shouted, slamming her hand into his chest and making his stagger. He glared at her now.

"What? You think you can just tell me what to do?" he demanded. Tara drew herself up to her full height and glared back.

"You are not thinking straight. You are probably somewhat drunk. You almost gambled. Bobby, let me help you," she said.

"I don't need it."

"Clearly you do! What happened today? Why are you here? Why are you so angry?!"

"It's my Dad! My Dad did it, Tara," Bobby said, his voice slurring a little.

"Did what? Dean's dead," Tara said, confused.

"No, no. Mac. Mac killed them. He was in the house. He stole a gun. He's missing and wanted now. I couldn't find him. I looked all day long, and he's bloody well not here," Bobby finished. "He's probably hiding in the Caribbean somewhere by now." He slammed his fist into the side of the truck bed.

"You're absolutely sure he did it?" Tara asked. She felt sick.

"The evidence is aaaall there," Bobby drawled. "My own Dad. Pops. Daddy-o. Mr. Abandoner."

"Okay, get in," Tara instructed, pointing to the car. "I'm driving you home."

"I don't want to go home," he said. "Home is where the heart isn't anymore." He leaned against the truck, crying now. Tara's heart went out to him, and she moved in to hug him. He stiffened when she touched him, making her hesitate.

"I don't hug engaged women," he said, climbing into his truck. "I'll sleep it off here and see you tomorrow."

"Bobby," she started.

"Go away," he said, slamming the truck door shut behind him. She watched as he curled up in the backseat. Without really thinking about it, she climbed into the truck bed and got settled. If he thought he was going to drive once she left, he could think again. It was gonna be a long night.

Oof, he's certainly a wreck isn't he? Thanks for reading!