P A S S A G E
Sequel to Privilege

A/N: Sorry this is taking so long. My life's a little weird right now, and it's hard to find the time to sit down and write something. Thanks so much for your continued support, and know that I do plan to finish this fic. It just may take a while.

At least things are building up. The chapter after this should be a big one.

C h a p t e r S e v e n
Insomnia

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Sam helped Dina wash the dishes and then left. She arrived home to find Martin's car in her driveway. He got out as she walked toward him, carrying two Chinese take-out bags.

"Hey. Before you ask, I've been here about fifteen minutes, and your bodyguards there were starting to get antsy." He nodded to the FBI van across the street.

"And to what do I owe the honor?"

"What, I have to have a reason to bring you food?" He held up his take-out bags, and she gave him a dubious look.

"Okay, fine." He shrugged sheepishly. "You weren't answering your phone. I just wanted to make sure you were alright."

She sighed. "Martin –"

"Sam."

She glared at him.

"You know I have every right to worry about you right now."

Shaking her head, she took one of his take-out bags. "I went to Dina's."

"Kingston?"

Sam nodded. "Come inside, I'm freezing out here."

"Yeah, and I think your bodyguards are gonna shoot me."

"Very funny."

. - . - . - .

Jack looked up as Vivian entered the bullpen, file in one hand, coffee cup in the other. He watched her as she walked to her desk, ignoring him, and sat down. "Viv, what're you doing here?"

She replied without turning around. "Working."

"C'mon, it's late. Go home."

"I could tell you the same thing, but," she said, "I don't." She grabbed the paper her computer had just spit out and slid it up onto the whiteboard.

"That is?"

"Old photo of our missing person as a young boy, got it from his daughter. Two friends in the picture. The girl is Elizabeth Anne Smith, boy is Jacob Winton, aka "Click".

"Click?"

"Yes, and recently deceased. Now, Joseph Bennett's daughter told me that on the phone, Gregory asked her to meet him at the tree house, and bring Click."

"...Believing, because of his Alzheimer's, that he was talking to Smith."

"Exactly. So here's what I'm thinking. Jacob Winton dies, Gregory hears about it. His condition and his grief spring him back in time to the good old days, and he tries to arrange a get-together."

"The only problem being that he's a seventy-year-old man, not a schoolboy."

Vivian nodded. "We've got to find this tree house."

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Danny watched to make sure Cai got in okay before he backed out of the driveway. He waited until he'd turned a corner and her house was out of sight before pulling into the nearest parking lot, which happened to be in front of an ice-cream parlor closed for the winter. He closed his eyes and leaned back without taking his hands from the wheel, and sighed.

He didn't know why he kept doing this to himself. He'd known the girls' cases were getting to him, but he'd promised himself that he could remain professional, unemotional. Apparently he wasn't as professional as he'd thought. Their case had wrapped up months ago, but…

"It's never really over," he said out loud, and his voice sounded strangely hollow as it disturbed the silence around him.

He should go home. He should sleep. God knows he hadn't gotten enough last night, and it was already late, and he had to go to work tomorrow.

Strange, then, how he found himself driving back to the hospital.

. - . - . - .

It was perfect. It was just too damn perfect.

He'd had this friend once, real loser of a guy. Teeg Jenson, or something like it. A year ago, maybe. Pimp. Good at his job, and nothing else. An empty-headed idiot. Nothing the guy had said was particularly worth remembering, except…

Now, as he crouched in the shadows beside Dina Kingston's building, he grinned. One thing he remembered from Teeg, one drunken tale that had stuck with him, like a favorite bedtime story. The guy got his start lending out his girlfriend to his guy friends for cash. Girl had the nerve to dump him – made him real angry - but went on to become a full-fledged whore anyway. Wasn't that irony for you.

Of course, the fact that she now hung out with FBI personnel meant that something must have changed. But no matter. He'd get his revenge on Sam, and the fact that this was Teeg's despised ex would be an added bonus.

Dina Kingston would never see it coming.

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