Earlier that morning, Vicki never came in until around ten, Vicki had been to several dress shops looking for just the right dress. No luck, she was pissed. Hence, explaining her mood. This isn't going to work, she thought to herself. She had to make it work though. After all Henry had done for her, she owed him big time. It was going to be big and fancy, Henry would know that's not what she wanted anyway. It would be however, romantic. That's what Henry would want. Thank God she had Coreen to help her with that. The one thing she would do was let Henry unknowingly pick the honeymoon spot. Only the night before after reading to the children and just lying in bed talking for a change, really, just lying there, how strange that was, she asked him:

"Henry, since you can be out now, where do you want to go the most?" she knew he had been just about everywhere, she wanted it to be where HE wanted, not her. She would follow him anywhere.

"Hmm, I don't know. I know this, it wouldn't be somewhere extremely sunny." Vicki smiled up at him, she was lying on his bare sculpted chest.

"Why not? I thought that's one of the things you miss the most?"

He nodded, "Yes, but it's been so long since I was out, can you imagine the burn? I'll have to do that slowly."

She agreed, she hadn't thought about that. But he still hadn't answered.

"Honestly, my favorite place in the world, you are going to laugh." He had a serious face on now.

"No I'm not, just tell me" she wanted to add DAMMIT but she knew he would become suspicious.

"I'd like to go home," he said waiting for her reaction.

Why was he always able to make her cry...dammit again!!

Vicki got as much information as she could from Henry, then called Mike to see if they had anything else yet. It had only been an hour, but that time was crucial

"Okay, thanks anyway. You'll let me know right? Yeah, okay.." Vicki hung up her phone. Mike told her he had to be careful, Crowley.

She sighed with anger,"This is reefuckingdickuluss!" she said nearly spitting out the one word Henry had never heard her say, and she has said alot. He knew that couldn't really be a swear word, could it? It might in Vicki's vocabulary. At least she never talked that way in front of the kids, that's why he let it go outside of the kids prescence.

"Vicki, maybe I can pick up his scent." For once in his long life, Henry felt helpless. He didn't know why. Maybe it was because he was a father now, maybe it was anger that someone would take a child at all, much less one with autism, maybe it was just everything all rolled into one. Vicki must has sensed how he was feeling or she just knew him that well, whichever, she moved to him, hugging him around his waist. He relaxed into her as she laid her head on his chest.

"I feel so helpless. What can we do?" Henry wondered out loud.

"I don't know, but I know we are going to find this little boy if it's the last thing we do." She was dead serious.

Mike called back to tell them that the case was going nowhere fast.

"This is just...AHHH!!" Vicki beat the receiver end of the phone down on her desk multiple times then hung it up. Thank God Mike had hung it up beforehand, Crowley had walked into his office and he couldn't be caught talking about cases with Vicki Nelson.

Vicki plopped down into her chair, propped her head on her hands and sighed,"What do we do? You're the one with the skills for this kind of thing right? You were there right after it happened. Do you remember seeing anything odd?" Vicki was in PI mode again.

Henry thought back..did he see something? He replayed walking down the sidewalk, reaching into his jacket pocket for his billfold to purchase Vicki's flowers then, a white van idling by the curb...

"Yes, I did!" It suddenly came back to him.

"What?? What did you see.." a tired voice came from the doorway..Christi Edwards.