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A/N: Chapter four! Chapter five is being worked on. Hopefully I'll finish it soon.

Misery And Mystery

(4)

Sheldon stood in the bedroom of the apartment, staring at the perfection of the room. It amazed him how anyone could spend so much energy making sure their house was perfectly clean. Semi-clean worked for him. He sighed and left the room, heading towards the bathroom.

The first thing he did when he reached the bathroom was open the medicine cabinet. He looked at the label of every bottle, even the non-prescription ones. He didn't hear when Stella walked up behind him.

"Find the bullet?" she asked, he shook his head.

"Didn't start looking yet." He took a step back and motioned towards the cabinet. "There's no O.C.D. meds in here." Stella stared at him.

"And?"

"We assumed that whoever killed her messed up the living room, what if they cleaned up the rest of the apartment?"

"what?" Stella glanced from the cabinet, to Sheldon, and back. "Why?"

"Well, when people are looking for things they tend to trash the place. Right?" He paused for a moment and didn't continue until he saw Stella's head nod. "But what if our guy cleaned up to find what he was looking for?"

"Why not clean up the living room?"

"Maybe he didn't get the chance, or maybe he didn't have to." Stella nodded and took a step back, getting out of the confinement of the bathroom.

"It's a good theory, but let's try to find the bullet.

Sheldon nodded, but didn't follow her out. He took a few photos of the medicine cabinet and then made his way to the living room. He stopped in the middle of the room and stared at the T.V. He could still see the faint circles on the floor that marked where it had been before.

Glancing at the bedroom door, the blood pool and the T.V., Sheldon moved around to the side of the T.V., the back was against the wall. He took more photos and then pulled it foreword.

"I found it." He called, staring at the bullet stuck in the plastic T.V. back.

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Danny watched as Lindsay looked over the results from what little trace they had. All they knew was that most of the mud on the Victim wasn't from central park, but Lindsay kept flipping through the results.

"Are you convinced that we're going to find something, Montana?"

"Did you check his contacts, see if M.W. were initials?"

"Yes, closest I got was Michael, but his last name is Cleveland. No W's there."

Lindsay sighed. She shut the folders in front of her and stared at Danny.

"Are we had a dead end?" Danny grinned. "Spill it, Messer."

"I had Flack bring in Michael Cleveland. His name was in the Date book two days before Adrian died, and next to it Adrian wrote 'Meet at M.W.'"

"I hate it when you do that."

"Do what?"

"You know." She left. Danny sated after her for a moment and then laughed.

"Oh, that."

He began to leave to follow Lindsay when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned and smiled at who it was.

"Aiden! How're you doin'?"

"Fine. Is Sheldon around?" Danny looked at her for a minute, then nodded.

"I still get confused when you say that."

"Danny, focus, is he here?"

"Nah, he and Stella went back to their Crime Scene for something."

"Know when they'll be back?"

"Uh, now?" he pointed behind her and she turned to see Stella and Sheldon walking towards her. They were deep in conversation and Sheldon stopped walking entirely when he looked up and saw Aiden.

"Hey, Aiden," he said, walking to stand in front of her when he regained the use of his legs. Stella and Danny exchanged knowing glances, then they both went their separate ways; leaving Sheldon and Aiden alone in the hallway.

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"What's M.W., Michael?" Flack asked. He and Danny sat across from Michael and his mother. Michael's mother had a look of obvious worry on her face.

"It's a club." Michael said.

"What does it stand for?" Danny inquired. Michael glanced at his mom, obviously weighing his options.

"A kid is dead, Michael, and according to his Date Book he was at this 'club' before he ended up in Central Park." Flack stated. Michael leaned foreword, as if he was praying that his mom wouldn't hear what he was about to say.

"Mud wrestling." his mother's face quickly changed from worry to anger.

"Mud wrestling? Like, wrestling in the mud?" Flack asked, trying to hide the amusement in his voice.

"Yeah."

"So you guys were Mud wrestling?"

"That's what I said! But, look, Adrian was alive when I left. I swear."

"Can you tell us where?" Danny asked.

"This guy, Peter something. I don't know his last name. We go to his place. I don't even know exactly where it is, I always got a ride."

"Thank you." Danny and Flack left, lingering only to hear the mother's angry voice say "You said you stopped that nonsense" before they headed to find Lindsay.

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Stella had to bite her tongue when Sheldon walked into the room. She wanted to ask about Aiden, find out what she had wanted, but she didn't want to pry. So, she stuck the case.

"We found out where our Miss. Daisy worked. Or, rather, who she worked for."

"Oh?" Sheldon looked tired and Stella glanced at here watch. Their shift had been over for an hour.

"And I suggest we let it rest for the night. Get some sleep."

Stella watched him leave. He had given no protest and Stella couldn't help but feel a little worried about him. She wished mac hadn't gone to the conference in Las Vegas, he would have known what to do.