SANTA BARBRA 2005

Shawn gave a chuckle before saying, "Lassie, I don't need cheering up with jokes like that. Come on, be serious." Carlton sighed before he stood up.

"I can see you need a little bit of time to process that information." He turned and had walked to the door. Before leaving, Carlton turned and said "Why don't you go visit her, Spencer? It's almost Christmas and I'm sure your daughter would like to see her."

Shawn sat there thinking about his words. "Take care, Lassie!" He was gone. "Gus!" Gus had rushed into the office from the bathroom. "What are you doing this weekend?"

"I have the next week off for Christmas. You know that." Shawn got a sly grin on his face.

"You up for a road trip?"

Shawn had loaded the last of his dad's bags in the car before going towards the driver's side. A hand stopped him. "Shawn. You should let me drive." That was like his dad.

"I can drive, Dad. I'll be fine." Henry wasn't going to let his son drive.

"You can keep an eye on Hannah while I'm driving." Shawn sighed before he went into the passenger side. "I thought Gus was coming."

"He's coming in a separate car." He looked back at his daughter and said, "Are you ready to go visit Mommy?"

"Yeah! Let's go see Mommy!" She exclaimed. Shawn couldn't help but smile. Henry started up the car and they were on their way.

LAS VEGAS 2005

It had been about three weeks since she left and Deagonna seemed to be moving on fine. She had glanced at a calendar and realized that Christmas was coming up. Hannah. Deagonna promised Hannah that she would visit. She grabbed her phone out of her pocket and it started to ring. The caller id read 'Shawn'. "Hello?"

"Hey, I've got a quick question for you: What are you doing this weekend?" What did he have planned?

"Um… I'm working a bit, but, I have a day off in a couple of days."

"Perfect! See you in about 4 hours." Click.

"Shawn!" He hung up. He was coming here? She wondered if he was bringing anyone else. She stood up and had gone out the door of the break room when she saw Hodges. "Hodges, what are you doing?"

"I'll tell you what I'm not doing: Listening in on your conversation on purpose." She chuckled.

"Did you need me?"

"I got the results of the black trace on your John Doe's hands: it's charcoal. Perhaps he was bar-be-queuing or near a grill before he died?" He handed her the paper and nodded to his suggestion. She glanced through the paperwork.

"Perhaps. I need to find out who this guy is though. Greg is the DNA tech… right?" She still was having a hard time learning everyone's names.

"You're learning." Hodges said. They said good bye and Hodges went back to his station. Greg. She couldn't put a face to him. But, she knew that she sent a sample to the DNA Lab of her John Doe for testing. She hated feeling so lost. But, she had one of the biggest smiles on her face.

She was going to see her daughter this weekend.