Author's Note: I know it's been a while since the last chapter. But here's the next one. I like to think it's pretty long so it should be good for a few days until my muse comes back to me. Enjoy.

Chapter Seven: Someone To Save You

Present Time

Brooke stood at the entrance of the gym, clutching her bag in one hand and rubbing the palm of her other hand with her fingers as the sweat slowly formed on her skin. She'd driven two and a half hours to get here, and backing out would make it all a waste. Her hand slowly pushed it open and she heard the loud creak that it made, alerting the man in the middle of the room to his company.

Her high heels made a clacking sound against the hardwood floor and all nervousness washed over her as she approached him. He turned to face her, both hands on his hips with curiosity of her presence, and tilted his head when he realized who it was.

"Brooke Scott." His voice welcoming her, and a smile crept up on his face when her dimples made an appearance.

"Hey, Luke." She slowly approached him and wrapped her arms around her former boyfriend. She sighed at his touch and stepped back, her smile slowly turning into a blank stare.

"Trouble on the home front, from what I've heard."

She arched an eyebrow at his guess, "And how'd you hear about it?"

"My brother told me. He said the couch was giving him back pains…" He trailed off, as Brooke shook her head at the image.

"We have a spare room; he chose to sleep on the couch." She waved her hand as if it was a ridiculous idea and he chuckled, "It's not my fault."

"So when are you gonna stop punishing him?" He gestured with one hand for the two to sit on the bleachers and she obliged, sitting beside him.

"I'm not…punishing him, per se. I just don't want to be in the same room as him right now."

"Right now has lasted about five days. What's the harm in talking to him?"

She rolled her eyes, "Oh, I don't know, maybe because he keeps lying every time he opens his mouth. He went to see Haley, you know? I'm supposed to just let that go?"

"No," he clasped both hands and glanced down on the floor, then back to her, "But talking about it with him might help. This isn't like you to just give up—"

"I'm not giving up, Lucas," she quickly corrected, her voice sounding stern, "I'm just disappointed. And pissed. My husband lied to me and saw her behind my back and I'm supposed to be okay with it? I can't do that, Luke. Not the second time around, especially not as a married woman."

Lucas sighed, knowing she'd meant the past when he and Peyton snuck around behind her back. "Do you know why he went to see her?"

She simply shrugged at the question and he placed an arm around her shoulder, "Look, Brooke. Nathan loves you, and I'm sure you know that. He wouldn't be unfaithful to you…not my brother. Not something as sacred as marriage. He's loyal to you, and Sophie. So maybe it wouldn't hurt to give him the benefit of the doubt and just talk to him."

It was as simple as that. But for her, it seemed like the hardest thing to do. She didn't know why it was hard for her to face him about seeing Haley; a part of her remembered the infamous triangle with her best friend and now brother-in-law. She wasn't sure if she would be able to take it if Nathan had done the same thing.

--

"You know, I should start charging you for all the beer and food you keep taking from my fridge."

Nathan shook his head at the comment as he took a drink of his beer. Dean sat on the sofa beside him, turning on the television. "Don't you have a house?"

"I have a wife too but she's not talking to me."

"Don't forget your daughter." Dean added and flipped the channel, landing on an episode of Oprah. Nathan's eyes narrowed in annoyance when Dean put the remote down, clearly enjoying the program. "Take her advice, she's pretty good at this type of stuff."

"I hardly think ways to get out of bankruptcy will help. Why the hell are you watching this anyway?"

"I'm just hoping you'd leave eventually."

Nathan began to stood up, putting down the beer bottle on the coffee table and emitting a loud sound from it, "Fine."

Dean didn't turn his head, but sensed Nathan had reached the front door, "I hope you're going home to talk to your wife."

"I would," Nathan began, opening the door, "but she left town." At the last word, Nathan slammed the door shut, causing Dean to jump at the sound. He sighed as the sound of footsteps approached him from behind.

"Why is Nathan thrashing around in the driveway?"

"What?" Dean quickly whirled around at the sound of Rae's voice, partly showing concern for his friend. But ultimately, showing more concern for his Impala.

Rae placed a hand on his shoulder for reassurance, "Don't worry, he's nowhere near your baby. And, by the way, I did have a good day. Thanks for asking."

Dean pulled her down for a quick kiss and smiled, "And why are you home early? I thought you wouldn't be home 'til after the store closed."

"Brooke told me to close early today. We kinda had a talk over the phone for about an hour. She's really irritated at this whole Haley situation." She took her place next to him on the sofa, but quickly stiffened when she remembered her first question upon entering the room.

"Wait, why is Nathan thrashing around in the driveway?"

Dean groaned and stood up, walking outside to find his friend cursing at the sky for having a miserable life. He walked up to Nathan and shoved him, causing him to attempt to catch his balance while in an intoxicated state. "Dude, what the hell!"

"Quit being a bitch and go home, man! You really think yelling at the sky is gonna solve your problems?"

Nathan took a swing at him, but Dean quickly ducked and shoved Nathan again. His face expressed frustration and he attempted another swing at Dean, "What do you know about problems, huh?! You have a fucking great life, Dean Winchester. You've never made a damn mistake in your life! You've never had to go through anything like this!"

Dean could feel his face get warm as his friend yelled in his face. He shoved Nathan again, this time, causing Nathan to fall back on the grass. "Don't give me this bullshit, Nate. You know damn well my life would've been different if I never made mistakes. You fucking think that I wanted this knee injury to shut me out of my dream!? You think I enjoyed being in therapy and having the doctor tell me I'd never be able to play professional basketball ever again?! You self-centered, son of a bitch!"

"Dean—"

"Fuck you, Nate! I would've been playing pro ball if I'd just walked away! But I took a swing at him, all because he said you would never make it into the NBA. My dream is over because he took that bat and bashed my knee! My dream is fucking over because I stuck up for you! So you wanna talk about problems?! My life isn't even close to how fucked up you think yours is. My knee isn't gonna be the way it used to, but at least your marriage can still be fixed!"

Nathan sat on the grass, looking down at the greenery and avoiding Dean's eyes. He felt like the biggest idiot ever, forgetting about the night Dean suffered a major fracture to his knee. He placed his head in his hands and could hear Dean sighing, putting his hands in his jacket pocket.

"I'm sorry."

Dean scoffed and shifted his eyes to the street, still furious at Nathan's actions. He'd spent the last week going over to Dean and Rae's house, spending the day there only to go home at night to sleep on the couch, late enough so that he wouldn't wake the baby…and Brooke. At this point, Dean had had enough. It was one thing to have marriage problems, it's another to continue to sulk over it.

"I'm n…I didn't say those things to get your pity, man. 'Cause as much as it was a stupid thing to do, I would've done it all over again."

Nathan looked up and confusion grew on his face, "You would have your knee bashed in again?"

"Well," Dean shrugged, "maybe I'd start running before the bat came into play."

Nathan couldn't help but laugh a little, assured that the hostility had surpassed them. Dean lightly kicked his leg and he took it as a cue to stand up. Brushing off the grass from his shorts, he cleared his throat, "I guess I've worn out my welcome."

"Longest five days of my life, man." Dean joked, "But no, it's not that. You know you're always welcome at my place, but you gotta work things out with Brooke first."

"I would if she could stand being in the same room with me for more than five seconds."

"You can figure it out. My point is, just go home and do something about it."

"Go home and tell her I slept with Haley and now we have a kid together?"

Dean's lips tightened at his question and he shrugged one shoulder, "Okay, maybe…you can ease that part in when she's not as angry."

"Right, when she's not throwing me out on my ass for making a stupid mistake four years ago."

"Look, man," Dean began, taking a deep breath, "You did what you did and it's done. Tell Brooke about it, go through the hell that comes with telling her the truth, pray that she'll forgive you, and move on from there. And you leave all this Haley James business up to me."

--

"Can I ask why you're at the university when it's not even basketball season? Please don't tell me you're turning into your father, wondering what could've been."

Lucas chuckled, but cringed at the thought, "I hope I never get near that pathetic."

"So how come I'm finding you here and not at your mom's?"

"Because," he leaned back in his chair, taking in the view of the town from his apartment balcony, "this is home to me."

"Lucas," her raspy voice showing concern, "you know Tree Hill is your home. We're your home."

Lucas continued to look out and admire the view, but tilted his head slightly towards her, "Home…was never the same since Haley left. And you and--"

"Nathan got together?" Brooke finished his sentence. She remembered how difficult the situation became that one summer. No one accepted her relationship with Nathan at first, except Peyton, who'd known their history as children. For Lucas, he was losing who he'd considered the one that got away. For Haley, the one she gave her heart to fell in love with someone else. And everyone else figured it would be a short-lived fling with the cheerleader and basketball star.

Lucas didn't want to open any old wounds so he attempted to end the topic, "I'm just glad you're happy."

Brooke scoffed at the statement, but mentally took it back when she'd realized what she'd done. Despite the recent events, she truly was happy with Nathan. "I just want things to get better, you know? I want to not have the feeling of punching him in the face when he walks by."

Lucas laughed and she let out a raspy chuckle, "At least we know how you truly feel." He reached over to her and held her hand, stroking the back of it with his thumb, "It'll get better, Brooke. I'm sure this was all a misunderstanding and Nathan saw her for reasons that you thought otherwise. You two always manage to work things out anyway. So let him talk without throwing punches and I'm sure you guys will get past this. He loves you and he would never do anything to betray that." Although meaning every word he said, he found it difficult to spit out the last sentence.

"I know. Every part of me knows that, but I'm still a little on edge about Haley coming home. You know, she actually went into my store and tried to look for a dress?" She asked, Lucas attempting to make a surprised face, "Yeah. She was probably trying to find something to wear when she saw Nathan." She hissed out the words and cringed at the thought. "The bitch has nerve."

"Hey, that's my best friend you're talking about," Lucas politely defended, but only received an eye roll from the brunette.

"Yeah, but I'm your sister-in-law, so I win." She retorted playfully, as she reached over and jokingly punched his shoulder. His mouth formed an 'O' as he sat up straighter and she immediately knew his intentions. She was already laughing before he could get his hands on her sides to tickle her as she tried to fight back.

--

Nathan shook his head as the little girl before him giggled while he changed her diaper. He finished snapping the buttons close on her shorts and picked her up, giving her Eskimo kisses as he made his way from the nursery to the living room downstairs.

The smell of food cooking from the kitchen filled the air and he took the scent in as he flopped down on the sofa to turn on the television. Peyton walked over to the two, holding a spoon in her hand, "Here, is it too salty?"

Nathan tasted the sauce she'd offered him on a spoon and licked his lips, "It's perfect. What is it?"

Peyton laughed, "Oh, thanks. You don't even know what it is. It's pesto cream for the pasta."

"Oh," Nathan smiled, "well, tasted pretty damn good to me, wife."

"You're funny," her eyes widened in sarcasm, "but seeing as you're in the doghouse right now, I wouldn't be making those types of jokes. Brooke could walk in any minute you know."

He shrugged at the mention of his wife's name and she finished off the last bit of sauce left on the spoon, "Thanks for taking Sophie, Peyton. I really think I need this weekend with Brooke to sort things out and talk to her. But I'm surprised you're even talking to me."

Still holding the spoon in her hand, she crossed her arms across her chest, "Nathan, as much as I despise what you did with Haley, it was a long time ago, and you're still my best friend. And since Brooke's also my best friend, I'm all for peace, love, and happiness within the household."

"Thanks," Nathan offered, handing Sophie a toy to play with, "You didn't have to come over, though. I could've brought her to your place instead."

"It's cool, Nate. I wanted to talk to you anyway, without Jake and the kids running and screaming throughout the house."

"Is Jake cool with this, though?"

"Of course, you know how he is. He'd even take you in if Brooke ever tossed you out. Although, Idon't know if I'd allow that."

He made a mocking face at her sarcasm and she smiled, "When's she coming back anyway?"

Nathan shrugged at the question as he bounced Sophie in his lap, "I'm not sure. Luke sent me a text message earlier saying Brooke was with him and not to worry, so I'm not sure if she'll be home tonight."

"So what's your plan to get back on her good side?"

"I," he began, "think…I'm just gonna clear up the misunderstanding. I don't want her to think I went to see Haley because I wanted to."

"Are you gonna tell her about the child she claims is yours?"

Nathan stared at his friend, contemplating the idea in his mind, "I don't know."

"Hmm," Peyton finally decided to take the seat beside him, "so I hope you've practiced your groveling when she does show up though. I'm sure it's expected of you based on the circumstances."

"Are you gonna keep bashing me or are you gonna go back to the kitchen and keep cooking?"

He received a smack on the arm for the comment and she stood up, walking away, "I wonder if rat poison in the sauce will do the trick!" Nathan stood up and followed her into the kitchen, part of him hoping she wasn't serious.

--

Brooke made herself comfortable at the dining table as Lucas placed a plate of salad before her. She gave a grateful smile as she picked up the fork and waited for him to take a seat across from her, eyeing his chicken scallopine and mashed potatoes.

"Anyone ever tell you it's rude to stare?"

Brooke glared at Lucas's comment, making him take a bite of his chicken and purposefully moaning to as he savored the taste in his mouth. "Anyone ever tell you it's rude to have orgasms at the dinner table?"

"That's…a little gross." He pointed his fork at her, and dug into his mashed potatoes. She smiled as she took in a bite of her salad, "If you want, you can crash here for the night."

"Sounds tempting," she answered in between chews, "but I think I've avoided him long enough. I just…don't want to hear anything that…I don't want to hear, you know?"

"Mmhmm," Lucas agreed, "But the offer still stands. It's just a long drive and I'm not really comfortable knowing you're on the road this late."

"I'll be fine, but thanks for having me here. I didn't really know who else to turn to."

Lucas quirked his brow, "What about Peyton? Or Rae, for that matter. I hear you two have been getting along great and she's even taken over the store for you."

"As for Peyton," she waved her left hand, "she's a little busy with Jake and the kids. I just don't really want to burden her with anything. And Rae, well, I'm not sure if she's ready for the drama that Tree Hill offers."

Lucas offered a smile at the sound of Peyton's name, "I think it's great that she and Jake found each other. Granted, it was while she was with me, but I guess I can't judge." Brooke made a face to show understanding and he continued, "I'm happy for her."

"Are you really, Luke?" Brooke questioned, playing with the fork in her hand, "I mean, you were really in love with her, weren't you?"

"I thought I was," Lucas corrected, putting down the fork on the table, "I thought we really had this great connection about life, and art, and everything else. But my heart was never really there, I guess." He paused momentarily before finishing, "My heart never really left you."

"Luke..."

"Brooke, listen," He began to explain himself, "I know that it was a long time ago, but you were the first girl I ever really loved. And I know that I messed up and lied to you. But that night at the River Court when you cried into my arms about Nathan…I knew your heart belonged to him. And I was okay with that. But I want you to know, that I will always love you. And I'll always be here for you."

Brooke could feel tears well up in her eyes, and she shifted in her seat to try and shake them away. Lucas noticed her discomfort and he quickly eased it as much as he could, "Who would've thought Cheery from the backseat would end up being my sister-in-law instead?"

She made an 'O' with her mouth before bursting into laughter at the memory of being naked in the backseat of his car and flung a crouton towards him. He grinned at her act of momentary immaturity as she pretended to make a scorned face, "I still can't believe I ended up being a Scott, given your infamous family history. I was seriously considering keeping my last name, and maybe even making Nathan change his to mine."

Lucas scoffed at the idea, "Oh, really?"

"Of course. I am woman, hear me roar." She said, trying to keep a straight face, "But Nathan wouldn't have it."

"Gee, I wonder why," Lucas replied sarcastically.

"Whatever. Apparently, taking my last name would 'emasculate' him." She explained, using her fingers as quotes.

Lucas smiled, noticing the smile on her face from talking about Nathan. Since she'd arrived, her facial expressions showed discontent with her husband, and it was the first time her eyes glistened at the mention of his name, even if it was about emasculating him. He continued to watch her as she went on about her and Nathan's argument about taking her last name, deep inside feeling an overwhelming amount of guilt knowing the true circumstances of why Haley had come back to Tree Hill.

--

Dinner left the two laying in the guest room bed, fighting the coma that awaited them. Sophie had finally fallen asleep after an hour of Nathan's attempt at singing lullabies, wishing Brooke was there to make it easier. He sighed as he looked up at the ceiling, in the dimness of the guest room as Peyton laid next ho him with her hands resting on her stomach.

"Do you really think that the kid is yours, Nate?"

Nathan kept his gaze on the ceiling, as if the answer would appear before him. He softly replied, "I don't know, Peyton. A big part of me wants to just deny it completely, but with what I did before, I can't say it's not a possibility."

"God, Nathan," her voice showed a mixture of frustration and sympathy, "how could you do that to Brooke? Maybe that was the old Nathan back in high school breaking girls' hearts, but this is not who you are anymore. Why?"

"I was drunk, Peyton," he tried to explain, although the words became more of a pathetic excuse every time he said it, "I didn't know what I was doing. Hell, I didn't even realize how much of a mistake it was until the next morning."

"Your conscience didn't even tell you anything? I mean, Nathan, a lot happens from the bar to the bed. I'm sure in between that you found yourself wondering what the hell you were doing."

"Did you, when you cheated with Lucas back then?"

Peyton sighed in annoyance at the low blow, "Nathan, let's not go there."

"I'm serious, Peyton," Nathan countered.

She blinked before responding in a regretful manner, "Not when we slept together the first time. Not 'til after when I realized what I'd done, but in a way, I thought it didn't even matter anymore because I'd done it so many times. It was like, why should I feel guilty now when it's been going on for a while and I didn't even care the first time it happened."

Nathan shook his head at her honesty, "So you understand when judgment clouds someone's mind, especially if they're drunk."

"I know what you're trying to say, Nate," Peyton tried to steer the direction back to the initial topic at hand, "But that was high school. That was when I didn't even care about what my actions did to people, especially to my own best friend. But this--" she motioned her hand from side to side, "with the whole Haley thing? That's different. Lucas and I never had a baby. Lucas and I didn't part ways in anger and bitterness. This is a lot more serious than sleeping around in high school."

Nathan mentally kicked himself, knowing he'd hit a sore spot regarding his best friend's high school dramatic antics. She was right, this is extremely serious. This could ruin his marriage, his entire family, and those around him would likely shut him out. He softly groaned at the thought of it all and Peyton reached for his hand, interlocking their fingers together and bringing it back towards her where she rested it on her stomach once again.

"Nathan," she began, finding the right words that conveyed honesty and encouragement, "I'm not gonna lie to you. This is gonna have a big dent in your marriage, and knowing Brooke, I really wouldn't be surprised if she took Sophie and left."

Nathan nodded in understanding, although cringed at her brutal honesty. "But I want you to know that no matter what happens, I'm here. And I'm sure Dean's there for you too. So you won't be completely alone."

"Peyton, please don't talk as if she's left," Nathan practically begged, "I know…that it's gonna crush her. But I'm willing to go through hell to make this marriage work and we've been through too much for it all to end over this. I want to consider this a bump on the road for us."

"Nathan," Peyton's voice became more firm, "You know this is not just a bump on the road." He tightened his hand against hers, and glanced at the clock on the wall, "She's not coming home tonight, is she?"

Peyton followed his eyes and as the clock struck midnight, she nodded her head slowly. "I guess I'm gonna go then. I don't want to wake up Sophie, seeing that it took you ages to put her to sleep. So I'll come get her tomorrow instead."

She began to slowly sit up, but Nathan's hand held a firm grip on hers. She turned to see him , pleading with his eyes as his voice whispered, "Stay with me tonight?"

"Nathan…"

"Please?"

All hopelessness was flooding from his eyes as she agreed, easing herself down in the previous position she laid in beside him, "Fine. But if my husband gets angry with me, I'm kicking your ass if it ruins my marriage."

He laughed, causing her to smile since it seemed as if he hadn't done so in years, "Don't worry, I think I'm getting used to being blamed around here." She nestled her head into the pillow as he made himself comfortable, still maintaining the hold on her hand.

--

Brooke pulled the blanket up to her chest as she laid in Lucas's bed, playing with the wedding band on her finger. Her eyes were watching the second hand on the clock as it ticked its way to midnight. Lucas had convinced her to stay the night, knowing that if she left, he would call her constantly on the drive home. Besides, she was getting too sleep to endure the two and a half hour drive to Tree Hill.

"You comfortable?" Lucas's voice appeared from the doorway.

Brooke gave an assuring nod, "Yeah. Thanks, Luke."

"No problem. I'll crash on the couch so just get some sleep, okay?"

"No," Brooke corrected, her voice in a low volume, "I mean for everything. You're always there for me whenever things go wrong and I guess I never really thanked you for that. I just wanted you to know that I'm grateful for it all. I love you, Lucas Scott."

He tilted his head and it rested lightly on the door frame, "I love you, too, Brooke," and he paused as her smile grew wide, "Scott."

She chuckled, sensing he still found it unbelievable she'd somehow married one of the Scott boys and was no longer Brooke Davis, high school cheerleader from Tree Hill. He reached for the doorknob, "Sweet dreams." She smiled back at him as he shut the door, leaving her in the darkness of the room.

--

Rae marched down the stairs, scratching her head when she realized how late it was. She scanned the room looking for Dean, who was sitting at the dining table with his laptop in front of him and papers scattered throughout the table. She sighed, realizing he was doing the usual detective work and walked over to brew a pot of coffee.

"Taking your work home again, hon?"

Dean's eyes were concentrated on the laptop, clicking with his finger any documents he found intriguing. He replied in a casual manner, "You know how it is."

"So what or who are you working on?" She leaned against the counter and folded her arms across her chest, waiting for the coffee to finish.

"You know I can't tell you that. Stuff like this is confidential."

"Dean," She rolled her eyes, "Like you've never shared any confidential information with me. Remember that murder a couple of years back that you were working on?"

"Of course, I remember," He looked up at her, "I almost got fired after you decided to debate the witness's testimony with the killer's lawyer."

"Touché," she nodded her head as he grinned, "Next time I'll remember to ask who I'm arguing with then." The brewer chimed and she picked up the pot, pouring the coffee into the mug she had waiting on the counter. Taking a sip of it, she questioned him again, "But really. What's so important about this that you're up at midnight?"

"Is it midnight, already?" He asked, but didn't remove his eyes from the laptop, "I didn't realize time had flown by."

"Dean." Her voice was stern this time, demanding him to tell her why he was still doing any work when the weekend was upon them.

Dean sighed in frustration, "It's not…work. It's more like a favor."

"Can't this favor wait 'til tomorrow morning?"

"I don't know," he replied, stirring irritation from his fiancee. She picked up another mug and poured the coffee into it, bringing it to Dean and sitting beside him. She scanned the documents scattered before her, noting that they were phone records, blurry photographs, bank statements and other paperwork, and glanced at the laptop screen, "Are you stalking someone?"

"What? No." He attempted to clean up the mess before her, but her hand reached for his arm to stop his movements. She tilted her head when she recognized a photograph peeking from underneath a folder, and she picked it up to take a closer look.

"Why…do you have a picture of Haley?"

Dean quickly took the picture from her and returned it to its place, "It's nothing. I'm almost done here, I'm going to bed soon."

She ignored his attempt to get her to leave and picked up a folder full of bank statements, scanning the page, "Isn't this illegal? What the hell are you doing?"

Dean let out an exasperated sigh, knowing full well she wasn't going to leave now that she'd gotten her hands on this. He turned the laptop to face her, "I'm just checking her out."

"You mean you're trying to find any skeletons in her closet?"

He swayed his head from side to side, "You can call it that."

"Can I be in on it? I'm sure I can find something, I live for stuff like this."

Dean's facial expression showed confusion and she clarified herself, "Hello, soap operas totally throw you into a whole 'nother world." He shook his head as she read through the bank papers in her hands, her eyes widening in discovery, "Have you seen these?"

"What?" He leaned towards her and found that she was talking about the bank forms, "Not really. I just had them laying there and I've been looking through all these other things."

"Well, it looks like there's a Lucas Scott sending Haley a check every month."

Dean eyes widened and he leaned into her again, "What?!"

She put the folder down so he could get a better view of it, but all the while leaning back in surprise, "Correct me if I'm wrong but haven't you seen worse things than checks being sent to people. We did live in L.A., you know."

"Yeah, but this is interesting. This is Nathan's brother sending Nathan's ex-girlfriend money every month."

Rae took in the information and sighed, "So does this mean she really has Nathan's child and he's being the big brother and sending him money because up 'til now, Nathan didn't know about it?"

"Good shit, babe," Dean answered, impressed at his fiancee, "But I'm sure there's more to this girl than we see on the surface. There's gotta be."

His laptop had resulted in thousands after searching throughout the web, leaving him disappointed that he couldn't find anything deeper than bank statements. Looking through the papers in front of him, Rae spotted an envelope that was clearly labeled CONFIDENTIAL and she ripped it open.

"Wha--" Dean attempted to protest, but found himself succumbing to her assertiveness. He watched as her eyes widened as she held up the papers before her, "What?"

"Um, how do you have her medical records? I'm pretty sure that's illegal."

"I don't, or at least, I shouldn't. I didn't even dig that far in. Why?"

She showed him the paper she was reading, and he reached for it after his eyes fell on the words that clued him into the jackpot they'd both been waiting for. He let out a relieved chuckle and read the words aloud, "Manhattan Psychiatric Center."

"Wow," Rae stood up and picking up both their coffee mugs and reaching for a new coffee filter, "We're gonna need more coffee."