Henry was standing in his apartment dressed only in his red, silk robe, looking out of his plate glass window at the city below. He was thinking back over the last two months, the best two months of his life thus far. Never in all of his long years of life had he felt this way about a woman.

He had chosen to change his way of living for her-for Vicki. He shook his head a laughed to himself, You are crazy, crazy in love. He was still smiling to himself when his phone rang. He made his way across the room and answered, "Hello?"

"Henry,?" Vicki's voice purred back to him, or so he thought.

"Hello there Ms. Nelson, what can I do for you?" Henry wondered if she was rolling her eyes at him as she usually did when he called her "Ms. Nelson." She answered that question, as though she could hear him.

"Yes, I'm rolling my eyes. I hate to ask so late, but do you think you could come over?" Henry's smile turned to a huge grin. "You think you have to ask?"

"Uh, well, Mike is here and..." he cut her off, "Why is Det. Celluci there at this hour Vicki?" Henry's tone had suddenly changed, quickly, to jealousy.

"Reign it in Chief, it's not what you think. He needs our help." Vicki said, in a calm voice, which confused Henry because she usually became angry when he was so obviously jealous.

"HE needs OUR help?" Henry said quite befuzzled. She answered back, "Yeah, I was a little shocked too. So, can you come?"

Henry smiled, "For you, always." He said that purposely trying to draw a reaction from her, "Oh, I KNOW that, I mean to my apartment..." and he could tell she was smiling. He told her he would be there in less than thirty minutes. It was too bad they wouldn't be alone though...

"Vic, I don't know about this. When Fitzroy gets involved, crap happens, you know?" Mike was still pacing.

"Sounds to me like "crap" is happening without either one of us, Mike. This is all you." Vicki walked over to him and made him stop pacing.

"Mike, sit down, you're going to wear a hole in my carpet." He sat down and then looked at her, "What?" she said.

"So, you and Fitzroy, getting serious with the bloodsucker?" Vicki tried very hard not to have a smart ass remark but only because Mike was already upset.

"My love life, such that it MAY be, is really none of your business anymore, remember? Anyway, I don't ask about you and Kate, but since you started it, what about you two? Hot and heavy...?" she just HAD to do it, couldn't resist.

Mike laughed a little, making Vicki feel a little better. "Well, I don't know if you'd call it hot and heavy, but yeah, we are getting along. It's me really, taking it slow, my last relationship didn't go so well, you know, trying to make sure that I'm on the right track." That last statement kind of stung a little, Vicki knew it was directed towards her, but she let it slide.

"I wish you both the best Mike, really, we just weren't good for each other."

"And Fitzroy the murderer is?" Mike said suddenly angry. Vicki's eye shot fire at him.

She gritted her teeth and said, "I want to help you, I really do, but this is getting you nowhere quick. Are you sure you aren't here on some ulterior motive? "

"Why are you so suspicious...?" he screamed back and as usual, as with every conversation between them, it became an arguement.

Then, her knight in shining armour, or rather, dark handsome clothing, walked through the door just as Vicki and Mike were a foot from one another, starting to shout things at each other...

With an less than thrilled look on his face, Henry said, with half a growl in his voice, "Bad time?"...