Just in time for Christmas. Chapter 6! My goal is to have this completed before the New Year. Reviews are much appreciated. Enjoy!

The smell of salty sea air walfted its way through the small Honoré station. Nearly giving Richard a headache. Despite intrusive lizards and sprightly unborn, he and Camille had a rather surprisingly splendid evening. His eyes lazily graze over the computer screen in front of him.

Making sure to be vigilant of any possible will or life insurance policy the victim may have had. Their cases never exceeded a week at most. So why was this particular one such a convoluted endeavor? Shortly after, Richard could feel his son starting to stir. He exhales sharply, muttering a few obsenities under his breath.

"You wouldn't mind if I gave your tenant an early eviction notice would you?"

This rather darkened humor inquiry directed towards Camille. She shoots him a look before the corners of her mouth pulled into a smirk.

"I don't think so. You've only 7 weeks left. You'll manage"

He sighs. Yes, he could undoubtedly "manage". He just would rather not have to. The aching back, chaotically dispersed hormones and a constant body temp liken to an incinerator. He loved his son, of course. It was the causatum of said pregnancy he'd rather do without.

Fidel looks up from his desk, sympathetic eyes traveling over to land on his superior. He clears his throat briefly before speaking.

"Sir, if it's any consolation. I felt de same way when carryin' my daughter. It's tough, I know. But worth it"

His face breaks into a warm-hearted grin recalling the day of her birth. He chuckles a bit when also recalling Dwayne was left having to tackle their murderer single-handedly. Whilst the young man attempted calming himself after his water broke and to try and breathe through an incoming contraction. Dwayne pipes up with a bit of a laugh from his desk.

"Ah yes, I remember dat quite well. Wasn't sure if we was gonna make it or not"

Both officers exchanged knowing glances before chuckling. Richard on the other hand was less than amused by it all. Yes, Fidel's heart was in the right place but, that wasn't going to alleviate his issues. He hears Camille rather prominently clear her throat and eyes like a scolding mother bore into him. He sighs and rolls his eyes.

"Appreciate it, Fidel. I'll muddle through"

It now seemed as though she was satisfied enough to carry on with her day. That brazen smirk reappearing. They hear what sounded like footsteps outside the station before setting eyes on the rotund Commissioner. Seeing as this was one of those rare cases that was drawn out, meant his appearances were now more frequent.

"Any headway, team?"

The man inquired. The group went silent, unsure of how to answer. Richard figured since he was core Investigator of the team, it was partly his responsibility to take initiative when others couldn't (or in this case, wouldn't).

"Making progress, sir. Still putting pieces together"

He hears a hmm escape the man's lips. It seemed he wasn't very pleased with this response. Richard watches as his intimidating eyes scan the room. Not entirely sure what was to happen next.

"I see..Well, see to it those pieces are put together soon. The longer this spans, the worse the reflection is on dis island"

All four collectively nod their heads.

"Do our best, sir"

He gives the station a final visual sweep before departing. His team appearing as though they were at the edge of their seats, but now could finally relax.

"Dat man will be de death of me one day"

Piped Dwayne. Usually, anything spoken by Dwayne had a not so subtle, joke-ish nuance. This however, no one was quite sure. As to be expected, not much progress was made, as it was nearing towards evening. So all agreed, once again, to start fresh on it the next day.

Richard basically collapsed into the expansive bed once foot was set back in the Shack. Watching as his son's limbs had contorted the surface of his stomach. He sighs before a small smile makes its way gradually upon his face.

"You're going to be a handful, aren't you?"

This was answered by a swift kick briefly protruded from the center of his dome-like midsection. He winces slightly before suddenly hearing Camille's sweet voice from the weather-worn porch. She makes her way over towards the bed and sits on the edge near her heavily pregnant lover. Relishing in this time spent together. She gives a low chuckle. Her hand lightly caressing the area their son was most active.

"Must get it from his maman"