A/N: Quick update for ya. Plus I want to give a shout out to Sarah for leaving me a lovely review. Now onto the start of the big finish. This chapter reveals who is after our grieving boy.

All eyes were on Sebastian as he launched into a lengthy history about the Baton Rogue DNA lab and it's times to infamous murderers such as Al Capone, Madame Delphine LaLaurie and Lee Harvey Oswald.

"The results please, Sebastian," Loretta's voice echoed in the background.

Sebastian looked off camera for a moment before coming back in a more professional and composed tone. "The person responsible for biting Agent LaSalle is Rachel Davenport, 28, former graduate student at Tulane, dropped out in in 2013 after she was gang raped following a tailgate party on campus. Did 6 months in a residential treatment center and now does volunteer work running a support group for other rape victims at Adult Mental Health Services."

Brody looked at Pride. "That's where-"

"Savannah ran her clinic," Pride finished. "You and Percy go to Davenport's house, see what you can find. I'll head over to the clinic and start talking to people, see if I can't learn a little more about her."

Percy stood on Rachel Davenport's small front porch questioning what they had gained from the results of the DNA sample as well as LaSalle's rational for being with the woman who had connection to his beloved Mermaid. Davenport had not only been employed at the clinic but she was also a former patient of the dearly departed therapist.

"You know, B, I find it a little strange that LaSalle would become bed buddies with a girl who'd been gang raped. Most women who-"

"Maybe he didn't know," Brody answered quickly.

"Yeah, but someone who works at the Mermaid's clinic?" The former ATF agent knew LaSalle had gone off the rails a bit with what seemed to be an endless string of hook-ups and failed attempts at dating, but even for Percy, Savannah's co-worker was still a stretch. The man was grieving but he wasn't desperate enough to resort to banging one her patients.

"We only know that she bit him." Brody defended knocking again as the younger, agent beside her scoffed.

"It's not like he's a two year old in preschool and was bit on the arm. Underneath the rib cage, that kind of says somethin' She probably bit him in a few other places he's too afraid to mention."

Brody closed her eyes, trying to resist the urge to let into the younger agent as they entered the house, weapons trained. "Look, there are a lot of things that you don't know about Chris."

Percy stopped, grabbing a hold of Brody's arm, "Wait…You have feelings for him," she accused with an almost mocking smile, that matched her seemingly more at times than not insulting personality

"What? No!" Brody's face twisted, jerking her arm free as they continued their way down the hallway and started to clear the house. "He's my partner, my friend."

"Partner with benefits," Sensing it was safe, Percy holstered her weapon.

"He's grieving," Brody replied, before placing her Glock at her back as they started into the Master bedroom where they quickly discovered that Davenport had more than inserted herself into their fellow agent's life or his deceased girlfriend's rather.

"Ah, hell. The girl is a bonafide psychopath," Percy let out looking up at the shrine that Davenport had created for Savannah. Dozens of photo-shopped pictures and accolades of the departed therapist decorated the north wall. "Doesn't LaSalle have this picture on his desk?" Percy pointed to one that had obviously been cropped to look like Davenport's arms were wrapped around Savannah.

Brody leaned in for a closer look. "Yes, and I'm pretty sure that he used to be in it." Panning the wall, Brody found several more photos that she recognized from Chris' phone, all photo-shopped to remove him and include the former grad student.

Percy let out a hiss as she turned her attention to the desk that sat on the opposite wall. "Hey, B, I got some newspaper articles over here about the Mermaid's death along with a medical file on LaSalle's brother." Dozens of notations made by Savannah regarding Cade's treatment had been highlighted

Brody started looking through drawers until she came across a padded manila envelope with a Ziploc bag filled with colorful pills. "Quaaludes," Brody confirmed, pulling out the packing slip. "They were purchased on the Internet and shipped in from Africa. Which is probably why LaSalle is still sick?"

"You think they were cut with something?" Percy questioned, genuinely concerned. It was unusual that something he'd taken four days ago would still be assaulting his system, usually drugs that were laced with poison, acted a little more quickly than that.

"Something slow acting maybe?" It was just a hunch, given Chris' current symptoms. Whatever is was he was suffering from was more than just fatigue brought on by too much partying and not sleeping.

"Dealing with drugs brought in from Africa, you never know what you really get," Percy reflected, drawing on her experience with ATF to come up with a plausible explanation. "I say we drag his ass back here and stick it in the hospital where it belongs."

Brody shook her head. "He won't go for it. Not if there's something going on with Cade." Even when stricken with grief, Cade was the still the most important person in LaSalle's life.

Chris felt his eyelids growing heavy as he neared the Alabama state line. The last half hour it had become more increasingly difficult to stay awake, forcing him to rely on the 44oz Mountain Dew that sat in the cup holder of the center console for reinforcement. He wasn't a Mountain Dew person by any means, in fact he rather disliked the lemony-lime flavored drink but given the high caffeine count and the fact that the convenience store had been out of his preferred energy drink he made the choice to make due.

Sweat started to trickle down his forehead near the corner of his eye forcing him to take his eyes off the road for a second, causing the truck to swerve slightly

"Shit," he swore softly as the car in the next lane blew a warning and tossed him the finger. Jerking the wheel, Chris corrected quickly and sped up, heart pounding. What had started off as a slight fever was now a raging inferno inside of his head. Thankfully four or five Advil had managed to calm it somewhat, but unfortunately it did nothing for his sleep deprived driving skills.

He pulled over to the side of road, deciding it best to get out and stretch a bit. Maybe the fresh air would do him a bit good he thought when his Bluetooth came to life.

It was Brody. A grin came to his face as he hit the answer button on the steering wheel. "Callin' to check up on me, huh?"

"As a matter of fact I am," she replied softly making certain she was out of earshot of Percy.

"Well don't worry, I haven't run myself off the road yet." He lied with an embarrassed grin spreading across his face. He was sorely regretting that he hadn't taken his partner up on her offer to ride along. Seriously, if he found Cade in one of his manic whacked out states, flying higher than a kite, he didn't know what he was going to do. There was no way his body was physically going to allow him to subdue the larger man or even a kitten for that matter. He was completely wrung out, running off of fumes and caffeine.

He heard Brody make a joke to the effect that he hadn't ended up in a ditch somewhere and tried to envision her bright but soft smile. But the image quickly fleeted when she asked him about Rachel Davenport.

"The name doesn't ring a bell", but then again if he had just hooked up with her for the sake of meaningless sex he usually didn't bother to ask a name.

"I'm sending you her picture now." Brody's voice came back. "Evidently, she had a bit of a girl crush on Savannah; seems like maybe she didn't want you in the picture." Quickly, she explained about the wall of weird and the Quaaludes praying he wouldn't encounter the woman while he was out looking for Cade.

Chris briefly glanced at the photo. There was something that seemed familiar about the girl. "I may have seen her a time or two when I was there to pick up Savannah or dropping off Cade."

"Just keep an eye for her." Brody said softly again watching for Percy.

"Will do," Chris returned, feeling a bit more alert. It didn't make sense to him that someone who had a girl crush on Savannah might crawl into bed with him unless the woman found some sort of sick fascination in sleeping with the man who had been inside her of her intended. But his years with Vice and NCIS told him not to take idea lightly.

Brody received a start when she turned around to find Sonja standing directly behind her, glaring. "LaSalle doesn't need to worry about the Mermaid's would be lesbian lover. She's dead in the bathtub."

Brody sidestepped the younger agent in disbelief making her way to the master bathroom. Sure enough, Rachel Davenport's newly decaying corpse was naked in bathtub filled with blood red water, her wrists and the femoral artery in her thigh slit. The familiar blank stare of dead eyes, with a carefully placed titled head looked like something out of a movie scene. As far as suicides went Rachel Davenport couldn't have planned hers any more dramatic.

Though, Brody wasn't quite ready to rule it as such just yet all outward signs seemed to point that the young woman may have taken her own life. Previously raped combined with the loss of the woman she identified with and lusted over, it all made sense. Especially if she blamed Chris

Normally, it was Loretta's job to guess the time of death but judging on Brody's experience she estimated it hadn't been long, twenty-four hours at the most.

A slight sense of relief washed over her as they waited for Loretta and her team to arrive.

Given, that they had found Davenport's DNA and the Quaaludes, she hoped that Chris could rest easy in his search for Cade and not have to look over his shoulder in anticipation that someone was out to get him.

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Inside a standard 25x30 storage unit, Cade LaSalle sat bound and gagged to one of his captor's cherry wood stained dining room chairs. Hands and feet bound with duct tape to the arms and legs of the chair, he couldn't move save for flexing his fingers. All he could do was sit and stare at the large rolling steel door in front of him. Thankfully, however his captor had seen fit to leave the light on so that he could see around the four concrete walls that now seemed to be serving as a would be holding cell.

For the first hour, Cade had tried to scream through the sock that had been shoved into his mouth and then covered with duct tape, but had only succeed in nearly choking himself from the lack of oxygen that his lungs were receiving.

He felt stupid for letting himself be drawn in by someone that he knew, but at the time he had no reason to distrust the person he had built bond with over the last several months.

The worst part was however that he'd been forced to sit there helpless while said captor called Chris luring him into whatever sick and twisted plan had been developed for the unsuspecting agent.

His baby brother was walking into a trap and there wasn't a damn thing Cade LaSalle or anyone else could do about it. Yes, sir, Savannah's father, Peter Kelly had done played the LaSalle brothers and NCIS good he thought silently as the huge steel door opened and Peter appeared with a shifty looking character.