Title: Death, MD Chapter 4
Author: Dancing Star
Crossover: PSI Factor / Sue Thomas FBEye
Pairing: Connor / Lindsay,
Rating: 16
Category: AU, Crime, Mystery, Romance (Warning: This story is VERY different!)
What happens: Lindsay Donner loves her job at the hospital. But then she gets hit by a lightning and since then she can read the thoughts of the people around her. Lindsay notices that one of her patients is planning a murder. She tries to prevent the murder.
Notes: The idea for this story is mine, but the characters aren´t. If this story sounds familiar to you: Congratulations. You have found me. :-)

Death, MD Chapter 4

Lindsay tried to organize her thoughts. She swallowed hard when she became aware of the consequences that brought this news. She was almost sick, at the same time she was terribly nervous.
"Is everything all right?", Jenkins asked, a little uncertain. They still sat together in front of a computer.
Lindsay nodded wordlessly. Then she swallowed again. "Is it possible that the laboratory made a mistake?" The next moment, she wished she would have never asked this question, because Jenkins raised his hand. "The CIA doesn´t make mistakes," he admonished her, "Don´t let Sally from the lab hear this. She takes this personally."
"Why is Connors profile listed in the register of the CIA?", she asked. She had no idea whether it was common practice to create a DNA profile of CIA employees.
"Probably this DNA sample was especially for the CIA," Jenkins suggested, "For a while it was actually standard to do this."
"Do me a favor: Keep that in private," Lindsay got up, "I'll tell Connor." She left the office and Jenkins leaned half over his computer when he was calling after her: "I think he is still on the roof."

With heavy steps Lindsay shuffled up the narrow stairs to the roof terrace. Jenkins had recommended her to look up there when she was looking for Connor. He suspected that Connor smoked the rest of his cigarettes.
She had no idea how she should tell him Caleb was his son and that he was probably the only reason why Caleb disappeared. Someone must have found out. But who? A few minutes ago Lindsay didn´t even know that Connor was the father of her son. Why didn´t she recognize him? He hadn´t changed since college, or did he? Lindsay stopped in the middle of the stairs, thinking of the night when she had first met Caleb's father.

It was a college party, which took place in the private residence of a student. His parents were in Mexico for vacation, so the party crowd had the house. When Lindsay arrived at the huge house with some friends, some students were already drunk. The Band, The Eagle Eye, played their rock songs and the expensive piano, belonging to the owner of the villa, was declared as their stage. The singer of the band was a handsome, dark-haired young man and Lindsay still remembered that she had stared at the singer and his band for a long time before a girl with drinks had pushed her. Sometime that evening she met the singer at the bar and he asked her why her shirt was covered with red liquid. His name was Declan and he studied at the same college. Music was his passion, so he and his friends formed a band. Apparently they were also quite successful. Lindsay didn´t know about what exactly they were talking, but they had exchanged their phone numbers. And then they were gone upstairs. After the college party she didn´t met the singer of the Eagle Eye's again, because Lindsay was too busy with learning. About four weeks later, she noticed that something was wrong because she felt sick almost every morning. Lindsay went to the doctor on campus and he announced to her that she was pregnant. When he asked if she knew who the father of her child was, she only replied with a nod. Lindsay learned from a classmate that The Eagle Eye had a gig that evening in the House of Gamma Delta- sorority and she decided to go there and tell the singer about the baby. They talked after the show while his band mates stowed their musical instruments in an old, broken-down minivan. Lindsay and the young man with whom she had only spent one night had a dispute then. He asked her if she was sure that it was his baby and her head was almost purple with rage. Lindsay left and called him the next day, spoke to him on the mailbox, that it was his child for sure. She waited every day for a call back and even once she came over to the house, which was inhabited by The Eagle Eye and some fellow students. But either no one was home or the young man was denied by his roommates. Sometime his mailbox was no longer to be reached. In the Dean's office Lindsay found out a few days later there was no student named Declan on the entire campus. He hadn´t even told her his real name...! Lindsay still remembered how the secretary of the Dean asked her if she didn´t know which classes the mysterious Declan had or if she hadn´t seen him on campus, but Lindsay had to deny both questions. Her best friend Peter even helped her to find Declan, but it was hopeless.
Lindsay was high pregnant when she received her diploma and because she didn´t want to give birth in Ohio, where she studied, Peter agreed to accompany her in his rusted car from Ohio to Nevada. He encouraged her to take this as their last great adventure before her final bond and so they drove during the day through the country and had lunch at small restaurants and at night they rested in small motels until they finally reached Las Vegas after a few days. Her father was very glad to have Lindsay at home again. Her twin sister Laura was already married to her husband and therefore less bitter than today.
Lindsay never regretted, she had kept her baby and had raised her boy alone. She had fallen in love with the small, blond boy, when she held him in the arms for the first time after twelve hours of labor and pain. A few months after Caleb's birth his hair became darker and he began to look less like his mother, but more like his father. At first it hurt he had much of Declan, but the older her son was, the more she forgot the young man who left her and her son.
Until today...

"We need to talk," Lindsay said to Connor. He was still standing in front of the wall, smoking.
"Has Jenkins found out something about Caleb?"
"Yes... No... No, there´s no trace of him. As far as I know, your friend Hudson has already spoken to the police, but there is no news, "she breathed deeply for a moment," Listen, I know now why Caleb was kidnapped."
"Kidnapped?", Connor repeated. He had thought it wasn´t sure if the boy perhaps ran away.
"I'm sure he was kidnapped. The reason is that... "
At this moment, Jenkins opened the door to the roof, breathing heavily: "We have a picture of Jimmy Weaver. A security camera at the airport got it. Come with me!"
Connor didn´t hesitate a second and followed his colleague again through the dark staircase. Lindsay tried to catch up with them.
In Agent Hudson's office, he showed them a photo in which Jimmy Weaver was shown with a suitcase. The picture had been taken at McCarran Airport: Lindsay knew the carpet. "Can you confirm that Jimmy Weaver looks now like this?", Agent Hudson asked and Lindsay nodded.
"Considering that he only wants to execute a murder he has a large suitcase with him," Jenkins noted.
"The airline was so friendly and gave us precise information," agent Jack Hudson said, "The case weighs about 21 kilograms. After check in, the suitcase disappeared: According to the scanners of the ground crew, the suitcase was not invited on the plane to New York..." He flipped through the record," What could he have with him that is so important he can´t leave it for a few days in Vegas?" And why was the suitcase gone after check in?
Lindsay tried to summarize all the important clues. "Caleb!"
"What?", Jenkins, Agent Hudson and Connor turned to look at her.
"Caleb is in the suitcase! That's why it has disappeared after check in: The X-rays in the luggage inspection would expose Weaver and the contents of the suitcase", Lindsay was sick when she realized what pain Caleb had to suffer.
"How tall is Caleb?", Jenkins wanted to know.
"I don´t know exactly..."
"Think about it."
"Okay," Lindsay tried to estimate as accurately as possible, "I think he is 117 centimeters tall."
Jenkins thanked for this information and tried to find out on the computer if there was a comparison Case in the laboratory. He needed the same model that Doctor Death, also known as Jimmy Weaver, had used. Then he could try and see if a 117 centimeters tall boy had enough space inside the luggage. He also suspected that Weaver may have had an accomplice who had helped him to get the boy out of the suitcase and then put him in the boarding area. An employee of the airport, maybe...
"Why should Weaver take your son to New York in a suitcase?," Connor asked and Jenkins answered with a discrete response: "The boy must be important for him for some reason."
She was grateful for his discretion, except he was the only person who knew that Connor was Caleb's father.
"The question is," Agent Hudson began, "If the boy really was in the suitcase, why didn´t he try to get noticed and someone from the staff would help him?"
"Maybe he was unconscious," Jenkins suspected and when Lindsay began to cry, he realized he shouldn´t have said this. "I'm sorry," Jenkins apologized, "It´s also possible Caleb has been kidnapped by a relative: 90% of crimes are started by people from the immediate environment of the victim."
"My father and my sister would never harm Caleb," Lindsay sobbed.
"We need to examine the suspicion, at least," Agent Hudson suggested. Lindsay wiped a tear from her eyes and watched as he reached for his weapon and Connor also received a gun, "The problem is that the suitcase of our target person wasn´t particularly eye-catching: A heavy, black suitcase. I suppose the ground staff sees many of these suitcases every day... We´ll go to the airport and ask the ground staff some questions. Connor, I suppose you have your passport? Maybe we will follow Weaver immediately to New York... Jenkins, you and Lindsay stay here. "
"But... I want to come along."
"You can´t come with us," Connor told her.
"Why not?"
"You're Caleb's mother. And you're unpredictable in this situation ..."
"In what situation?"
"You stay here, don´t argue."

While she had to wait, Lindsay sat in Jenkins office. Jenkins was next door and chattered with his colleague Sally when Lindsay's cell phone rang. She saw Sue's number on the display, so she answered the call. "This is Lindsay."
"Lindsay, where are you?", Sue asked excitedly, "I thought you were at home, but your sister doesn´t know where you are...! The head of the intensive care unit is also constantly asking where you are..."
"Didn´t you tell him I don´t come to work today?"
"Yes, but... they don´t know the reason. Should I tell them that Caleb disappeared?"
Lindsay hesitated for a moment. "No."
Sue responded almost horrified. "But this is an important reason," she protested, "The most important of all...! And you could be fired if you don´t show up for a few days without a reason..."
"No, I don´t want all this people know of Caleb's disappearance," Lindsay repeated and she heard how Sue took a breath. "Fine. I'll tell them you're cold... ", her friend finally gave in and then she began to whisper," But we still have a little problem: I've noticed that Connor from the radiology department has also disappeared. He didn´t come to work today and no one knows where he is. His colleagues say he can´t be reached by mobile phone."
Lindsay smiled for a moment. "No, he didn´t disappear. He is with me and helps me."
"He´s helping you?", Sue asked incredulously, "Why...?"
Lindsay was close to blame Connor's sister, who had also disappeared in childhood or his good heart, he seemed to have but instead she said to Sue, she would learn everything when the time came. She saw now how Jenkins entered the office. In both hands he held a cup of coffee. "Sue, I'll call you back, okay?", with these words Lindsay hung up.

Half an hour later, Jack and Connor parked their cars in the parking lot of the McCarran Airport and set off to Terminal One. As always, it was already very hot at this early time and the air was dry.
Inside the airport building they met a police officer who was responsible for order and security. "I'm Jack Hudson, CIA," Jack introduced himself, "Where can I find the head of your unit?"
The policeman pointed to a door at the end of the departure hall. A sign saying "No admittance to unauthorized personnel" hung over the door. When Jack left without saying thank you for this information, Connor nodded to the policeman.
"She softens you," Jack said.
"Who?"
"Lindsay… So you want to say there´s nothing between you? "
"There´s nothing," Connor was almost a little acidified that his colleague ever came up with this idea, because he should know best, that a participant in the witness protection program shouldn´t set a hart on other people. "I don´t know what you have seen, but there's nothing," Connor confirmed. They reached the door of the police and entered. Behind the door they were received by a security guard who was already reaching for his gun, but when Jack showed him his CIA- ID, he let them go.
"Where can we find your supervisor?", Jack asked and another voice chimed in to the conversation.
"I am here," a tall, compact man in a suit answered. Apparently their illegal entrance had triggered an alarm and that a CIA- employee was in his area, now caught his attention. "Theo Albany. What can I do for you? "
"I'm Jack Hudson, this is my colleague, Connor Doyle," Jack thought it was unusual to call him as his colleague, "We are looking for an international terrorist," Jack showed him a photo of Jimmy Weaver, also known as Doctor Death.
The head of the airport police glanced at it. "He looks pretty ordinary," he realized, but he also had learned the appearance was sometimes fraudulently as a desperate Card Players, "I will ask the staff if anyone has seen him."
"He flew to New York last night with a Delta Air- flight. Can you find the people who were working at the airport last night immediately? It's really urgent."
Theo Albany seemed to consider. "Some employees are already at home ..."
"It's really important," Connor added, "Please."
"All right," the boss of the airport police rolled his eyes, asked them to accompany him to his office and from there he tried to reach every twenty policemen who had worked at the airport last night. "It will take at least an hour until everyone´s here," he said, after he had called the staff, "May I offer you a cup of coffee?"
"That won´t be necessary," Jack said, "In the meantime I would like to talk to everybody from the ground staff. Most people who have worked last night are still here, if I'm not mistaken..."
Theo Albany pondered for a second. "That's right. How do you know?"
"I have financed my studies with this job." This had to be enough answer, Jack thought. He and Connor went to the entrance for the ground staff. They were personally led around by the shift supervisor and interviewed all the staff who was present last night. "Are these really all employees?", Connor wanted to know at the end of the survey by the shift supervisor.
The man nodded. "We are still working in double shifts. Nobody has signed off from since last night..."
"What about those who are now on the runway?"
They had to wait another ten minutes then these employees were available for an interview. But nobody had noticed a special black suitcase or even seen a boy who had climbed out of the luggage.
Jack and Connor returned to the office of the police director and there they interviewed every twenty police officers who were on duty last night. They even showed them the photo of Doctor Death, but their answers didn´t lead to the result they wanted.
"Do you still believe our target person has an accomplice?", Connor asked skeptically as he and Jack left the office of Theo Albany.
"How else should he get the boy out of the suitcase in time?", Jack wanted to know, "If Weaver would have entered the safety zone without authorization -as we did-he were immediately surrounded by Albany's staff."
"Maybe he didn´t need to enter the security area," Connor mused, "Maybe our assumption is wrong, and the boy is not in the suitcase, but something else..."
"What´s then in the suitcase?," Jack asked. At this moment, an announcement came from the speaker.
"Hey, I´ll return later to the lab," Connor suddenly said, Jack thought he had misheard. "My mother is on the way here. Her plane will land soon and I'll wait for her. I´ll take my mother to our secure accommodation and then I´ll come back to the lab." They had come in separate cars, so this wasn´t a problem.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes," Connor agreed.
Jack wasn´t going to leave his colleague alone although he wanted this. What Connor didn´t know was that Jack was sitting in his car and watched as Connor and his mother left the airport building two hours later. He followed them through the city, along the strip, past the Stratosphere Tower to the north of the city in the residential area, where the safe house was located, which provided the CIA for participants in the witness protection program.

Jack and Connor reached the CIA laboratory at the same time. "Why are you following me?", Connor asked suspiciously, when he had got out of his car.
"Did you really think I'll leave you alone?", Jack asked. He had immediately grasped what Connor so really wanted to say.
"I'm sorry," Connor apologized, "I'm probably too long participant in the witness protection program. ..."
"Well, to a certain degree that is not even wrong," Jack said as they entered the lab together. Inside the old building it was dark and the narrow staircase was illuminated only by a green bulb even at daytime. In here, it was also pleasantly cool while outside it was oppressively hot.
Inside the lab, Jack Hudson entered his office. He ignored the fact that Lindsay and Jenkins almost stopped him and walked past them. They only wanted to know what they had found out at the airport. Lindsay was thankful that Agent Hudson and Connor weren´t immediately flown to New York, as they had announced in advance. She now had an opportunity to learn what they had found out and she hoped Connor was a little more talkative than his friend, so she stopped him: "What's New?"
"My mother has arrived," he told her.
"How is she?", Lindsay asked.
"Good. I... I haven´t told her this is all a CIA- thing. As I left her alone in the safe house, I asked her to stay inside. She will ask questions: My mother will want to know why this is so."
"You have to talk to her," Lindsay told him.
"I know that. Thank you."
"Never mind," she stepped nervously from one foot to the other, "What else did you found out at the airport?"
"No one saw Weaver. He is neither noticed by the policemen on duty, nor by the people of the ground staff. We have insisted we get the surveillance video, but it can take days until we have watched it..." He hoped Jenkins may have an ace up his sleeve: Any software which could locate their target on the surveillance footage quickly.
"If no one of the ground personnel has seen him, how could he get Caleb then out of the suitcase after check in but before checking luggage?", Lindsay asked.
"Maybe Caleb isn´t in the plane to New York," Connor speculated, "But something else." In his mind were a thousand guesses what could be the mysterious cargo and because Lindsay was reading his mind at this moment, her head was also almost flooded with a list of possible weapons and bombs: Connor thought about what weapon would probably remain inconspicuous while scanning with an X-ray device.
"…But when Caleb isn´t on board, where is he?"
"I don´t know," Lindsay said, "But we won´t find him in this city, if we sit around all the time in this laboratory."

It took a little persuasion to leave the lab, because in Jacks opinion Connor was safest inside the CIA building. "What should happen? Weaver is still in New York", he argued.
"But we don´t know for how long," Jack said.
"Lindsay and I will be back in time." He grabbed a jacket.
"What are you doing?"
"Searching for her son. He is still missing. And as we suspect, he isn´t in New York with Weaver." He grabbed Lindsay's arm and led her to the exit.
"You can´t come and go, how you like it," Jack called after him.
"I know," Connor opened the door for Lindsay and she stepped out into the stairwell, which was illuminated by a green light bulb, "I already knew, when you introduced me as your colleagues at the airport. I'm not a participant in the witness protection program anymore. And I should behave like a CIA agent."
The door behind Connor closed and a very annoyed Jack remained.

Connor drove in his black car on the Strip to the south and stopped at the intersection to Siren's Cove in front of the Treasure Island Hotel. Outside the hotel there were two pirate ships which were part of a nightly show, but at this early time of day the ships were almost eerily quiet in the water.
"What are you doing?", Lindsay asked.
"I'm looking for a parking space," he replied, "I'll get us a snack somewhere. You are certainly hungry ..."
"I'll survive this," Lindsay promised, "I would prefer if we continue searching for Caleb."
Connor rolled his eyes and decided to fulfill her wish: They wouldn´t have breakfast. Instead, he steered his car up along the Strip and turned off at the next intersection. At the next intersection they turned off again so they headed south, not on the strip but on a less popular street.
When they reached an empty parking lot, the floor was covered already with a fine layer of sand. Connor stopped his car. "What are we doing here?", Lindsay asked. They were on the back of the hotels Excalibur and Luxor. A kind of highway- bridge was separating them from the hotel. Under the bridge there was a tunnel and above the entrance a solitary lamp burned day and night.
"Do you remember the story I told you about my sister?", Connor wanted to know from her, and she nodded.
"Of course: She has emerged many years after her disappearance with a couple who lived in the sewers of Vegas." The empty concrete shafts under the town had become a home for people who had expected too much from the gamblers metropolis. Lindsay had already seen some people who lived down here and she had heard that the free accommodation was sometimes the last resort for these people. But if it was raining heavily the underground channels were flooded. The residents then had two minutes to escape the dangerous waters.
She realized immediately what this meant, "You think Caleb is also down here."
"I think so," Connor agreed, when they stopped at the entrance of the underground city, "Although I don´t wish. Down there many people live who don´t have their lives under control. Homeless bums who gambled their money in the casino or got drunk in the bar and a lot of drug addicts."
Lindsay had thought this wouldn´t be pleasant.
"Do you have a photo of Caleb?"
"Yes." She reached for her cell phone. Then they entered the city under Las Vegas, which consisted of mostly empty sewers. Here, it was even hotter and stickier than at the surface. Connor and Lindsay didn´t have to go far until they reached the first "bedroom" of a homeless man. He lived down here with his cat and an old, rusty bed was the only thing he owned. An ugly Gravity on the wall adorned his bedroom and a blue plastic tarp severed his living room living room of Gina´s home. Gina lived with her husband behind the plastic sheet and called complete living room furniture, a double bed and a camping stove as her own. A well-preserved door sign that said "Welcome in the home of Gina and Guy Mendelson" recalled better times.
"Are you cops?", the woman with the red curls wanted to know.
"We are looking for a missing boy...", Connor said, but his companion interrupted him: "I'm Lindsay, his mother..."
"We're sorry, sweetheart. I'm Gina, this is my husband Guy."
"Have you seen my son?", She showed Caleb´s photo to each of them. Gina and her husband denied, the bum wasn´t saying much.
Connor grabbed his smelly jacket. "Have you seen this boy?", he repeated the question.
"I don´t know," the bum replied.
Connor now grabbed for his jacket pocket. Lindsay held her breath, because she hoped he wouldn´t reach for his gun, but instead he pulled out a twenty dollar bill and handed it to the homeless man, "Does that help your memory?" He felt the bum knew something.
"Hey, leave the old spinner alone," Gina said and coughed, "He doesn´t know, except, by whom he can get his next shot."
"All right, Connor," Lindsay read the thoughts of the bum, "Gina is right."
Then Connor took twenty dollar bill.
"Do you know someone who knows where the boy is?", Connor asked, "I heard you are pretty well organized down here..."
"I swear to you, we don´t know anyone who lives in this shithole and has a child," Gina promised him. He gave her the twenty dollar bill and his business card. When Gina found out something, she should call him. Providing that she hadn´t spent the money for cigarettes until then because her smoky voice sounded like this.
Connor told her she hopefully didn´t mind if they checked the rest of the tunnel. In addition to Gina, her husband Guy and the drug Junkie, five other men and a woman lived here. None of them had seen Caleb.
Frustrated, Connor and Lindsay left the sewer. "What do we do now?", Lindsay asked, when they entered Connor's car.
"This is not the only access to the tunnel system," Connor replied, "There is one behind the Trump Building, one near Fremont Street and one access behind the MGM and the Wynn hotel", he took a deep breath "It will take all day to check them."
"That's worth it," she said.
How Connor had said, checking all tunnels took throughout the day. As they entered the black SUV for the last time, they were interrupted by a ringing, Connors phone. When he saw Jack's number on the phone, he answered the call and activated the speaker.
"I have news," Jack informed then, "Jenkins' computer program FINDER has found out that Weaver has bought a return ticket to Vegas at JFK."
"He wasn´t staying in New York for long," Connor said and grinned.
"We now know what is in the suitcase," Jack told, "Our colleagues from the New York City police have checked his suitcase personally ..."
"Now don´t keep us in suspense," Connor called , "What was in the suitcase?"
"A film camera."
"A camera?" , Connor repeated helplessly, "But that's a pretty poor weapon."
"If this is a weapon...", Jack wanted to express he had no idea what Weaver did with a camera.
"After the police saw the camera, they let him enter the plane to Vegas..."
"What do you mean?," Connor asked.
They heard how Jack is cleared his throat at the other end of the phone. "The instruction to arrest Weaver didn´t reach our colleagues in the luggage inspection and airport police in time... I'm sorry, Connor," Jack hated eating humble pie, "The plane has left New York half an hour ago. You should return to the lab as soon as possible. "
"Agreed," Connor confirmed and hung up. He started the engine and drove off, but Lindsay quickly realized they didn´t return to the lab.
"Where are we going?"
"To the CIA safe house. I would like to talk to my mother. "

The sun was setting early and its last rays touched the summit of the mountain range west of the city. Connor and Lindsay arrived at the CIA safe house in the north of Las Vegas.
There was no mailbox and no bell. Connor had a key to the house and he entered alone: Lindsay should wait for him in the car. "Mom?", Connor called out to Elizabeth. The fact it was dark in the entrance area of the house, distressed him, but then she came down the stairs in an expensive Kenzo silk kimono.
"Connor, my boy. Nice to visit me", Elizabeth said," This house is quite small, can´t you book me a nice room at the Mirage? "
'Unfortunately, I can´t, I..."
She seemed to look for something. "Unfortunately, I have nothing I could offer you except a glass of martini... Did you know the fridge in this house is completely empty?"
He asked where she then had the alcohol from.
"By the end of the road there is a bus service which travels to the city. I was at a gas station, where I bought the bare minimum. Did you know there are slot machines even at gas stations in Las Vegas ?"
"You have left the house?" And how could she leave the house at all? Anyway, she didn't leave through the front door, because the bulletproof door always locked. Elizabeth didn´t understand why her son was so upset. "Mom, I asked you to remain in the house. Next to the phone hangs a list of phone numbers." Before he had left, he told her she should call one of these numbers if she needed anything.
"What's so bad about that, if I take a walk?"
"Mom, ..." he gasped. The time had come. Connor had to tell what had happened. "Mom, I'm sorry. You have to sit down now and listen to me for a moment, "he led her to the couch, sat down with her and told his mother he wasn´t a doctor, but a CIA agent. His part of medical studies had only helped him to hide here in Las Vegas and disguise as a radiologist at the Diamond City Hospital. Connor told her what had happened when he had worked for the CIA and what happened to the family in Canada, as he had already become participant in the witness protection program. He also reported about Jimmy Weaver, also known as Doctor Death, who had always taken his trail to get to him to avenge. He had found his biological father and Connor expressed the belief that Weaver had killed him.
Elizabeth´ lower lip trembled when Connor was talking. "You...", she sobbed, "You have found your father?"
"Yes, Mom," he didn´t make it to look her mother in the eye, "But as I have already told you, he's dead: He was found dead in his office at the hospital last Saturday." There were things he better didn´t tell his mother and so he kept the ugly detail in private that James Sawyer should have ended his life with a headshot. "Do you understand now why you are here? And why you shouldn´t tell anyone where you are, not even your assistant?"
Elizabeth nodded. "Connor, my pilot knows where I am..."
"Don´t worry, the CIA has taken care of him." How she interpreted that, he left to her and Connor told her she shouldn´t ask more questions. "Mom, it's important you stay inside the house. All persons who mean something to me are dead. You're in danger. "
"Yes," she nodded vigorously, "Now I understand." Elizabeth watched as Connor got up and she asked him to stay in the safe house as well. "I can´t, Mom. I still have to help an important person..."
"Nothing is as valuable as your own life...", Elizabeth called after him.
"I know. But perhaps she´s the key to everything... ", when he locked the door of the safe house, he added:" And to me she is also a big help."

At least Lindsay kept to their agreement, because she was still waiting for him in the car. "How was it?", she asked when he sat down in the driver's seat and started the engine wordlessly.
"She asked if she could move into the Mirage Hotel... Apparently she doesn´t like our safe house..." The Mirage was a hotel in the central part of the Las Vegas Strip, home of Sigfried and Roy. The two men were legends in this town and Lindsay was still a fan of them-even if Roy hadn´t been lucky. "What did she say when you told her you're a CIA agent?"
"She was crying. I don´t know if she did that because she's fallen for my cover, or because I lied to her." He thought his mother could also have been crying because a doctor fitted better in her resume.
"I don´t think this is the reason" Lindsay reassured him, "You live your life, your mother has to respect and accept. It was a shock to hear the truth. She would like to know you're safe... Of course she knows you constantly risk your life as a CIA agent. "
Connor thought it wasn´t even a lie. But then he asked, "Did you read my mind again?"
"Possible," she crossed her arms in front of the chest.
"And could you read my mother's thoughts, though she was in the house?"
"No, I must be me in the immediate vicinity of the person otherwise it doesn´t work... And now let´s go back to the lab. "

To be continued…