Friday June 4th Week Minus -2

Harry flicked through his diary. His count down was still counting, but there was definitely nothing to count. Henry hadn't tried to contact Nikki directly at all, well as far as Harry knew. He had called the lab but Harry had picked up and hadn't given him the chance to say his piece before making it clear that he was persona non grata and put the phone down on him.

Nikki had been a mess. He'd seen her come through hospitalizations, abductions, hostage situations and a number of other broken relationships sometimes without breaking stride. But this one had pole-axed her completely. He had tried to keep her company after work a couple of evenings, but she had just stared at any film he had chosen for her and then excused herself and gone to bed at nine.

At work she didn't seem to be able to focus her attention for very long. And her usual trademark tidiness and precision in her work had totally disappeared. She'd made Charlie finish up the stitching on one of the post mortems, claiming she needed the toilet and couldn't wait. Harry had been surreptitiously checking her reports before they got handed on to Leo or the police. Usually she would have gone ballistic if she had any clue what he was up to, but she was so detached she hadn't even noticed. She was a disaster waiting to happen and it hadn't escaped Leo's notice either.

"What's up with Nikki?" he'd asked Harry, after calling him into his office earlier that day.

"You know what's up with Nikki." Harry had replied.

"You haven't upset her have you?" Leo probed Harry further.

"Me? Leo what are you talking about?" Harry was incredulous.

"I've never seen her like this," Leo admitted. "There must be something else...Find out Harry and fix it will you?" and with that Harry was dismissed.

Saturday Morning June 5th Week -2

Hangover? None

Bed? Empty

Work? Yes, it was his weekend on call, no chance of swapping days with Nikki

Run? Possible

Mood? Worried and overworked.

There was no point waiting to be called into work. His paperwork was way behind. He'd spent so long covering Nikki's back, his own stack of paperwork was piling up in the in tray.

He took a break at midday, thankful not to have been called out to a scene. What made Leo so convinced that there was something else bothering Nikki? Harry wondered. And how did he expect him to find out what it was and fix it. It wasn't as if he could just ask her. Their most intimate confessions always started, 'do you think I'm... naïve, violent, cynical...' and then the other got to say their bit. It just didn't work for them the other way round. If he were to ask her outright if she were depressed, she would shut down entirely and probably never speak to him again.

He distractedly flipped the pages of his diary, 'the truth is out there' (he smiled to himself recalling some of the sillier X files episodes) 'you just have to know where to look.'

(Now I know you are all brillliant out there, you too can solve this puzzle, the clues are there lovely people...let me know)