If I could only die that way, I'd say goodbye to the business of living. Petronius // Good God, What a Night That Was

The punching bag went across the room as Vicki kicked it. She had nothing to do right now, because Coreen was doing some research on the case she had just accepted, and Vicki wouldn't know her next move until Coreen came back.

Vicki wasn't even sure why she had accepted the case; she really wasn't in the mood for working. She had actually been thinking of taking a vacation when a young man came into her office and told her that he thought his sister was being seduced by an incubus.

She had only really taken the case, because Coreen thought that it sounded interesting. So, she had decided Coreen could do most of the groundwork.

Vicki kicked the bag again, but instead of flying far it only flew a few centimeters.

Henry had come into the room, and grabbed it. The vampire gave her a smirk. "I thought you had a case to work on." He let the bag come back towards her.

Vicki glared at him. She had asked him to help her with her new case, but he said he had some business to attend to. "Did you have fun with your business?" She punched the bag, trying to deliberately hit him in the chest with it, but he caught it. "And anyway, Coreen is doing some research on the case before I do anything."

Henry walked to the couch, and sat down gracefully. He was worried what her reaction would be if he told her what he had been doing.

She took her gloves off, and walked towards him. "Are you going to answer my question?" She sat down on the couch near him. She started poking him, thinking it would irritate him enough to answer her question.

"I went to see Celluci." His voice was calm as he said it, and he waited for her to blow up over the news.

She stopped poking him, and just stared at him for a moment. She had wanted to do that since the whole thing started a few days ago, and hadn't gone again after the first time when he wouldn't talk to her. Henry somehow had ignored the first time and kept trying, she should have done that. She was a lousy friend. "How is he doing?" She asked quietly.

"He's as doing as well as can be expected." Henry was glad that she had taken it better than was expected. He tilted his head, watching her for a moment wondering what she was thinking.

---
It hadn't taken that much effort to get the cover-up of Conrad's death done. The three detectives (Dave Graham, Kate Lam, and Peter Parker) had discussed all the details several times, and done all the prep work before yanking Conrad out of his cell.

They all knew that even though they didn't really have to do it, it looked better to have everything prepared, for the public's sake. The department would have let them torture Conrad if need be, and look the other way, as no one was allowed in their minds to get away from hurting cops or their families.

What really happened went as followed. They had found three pair of sunglasses, so that when they entered the windowless cell of Conrad none of them would look in his eyes, and be thrown off course. They forced Conrad to sign a full confession first, and then they took him out side to roast in the sunlight.

What they told anyone who asked, they took Conrad to an interrogation room. He was cooperating for awhile, and even signed a full confession.

But something afterwards, he charged Kate. Peter had grabbed him before he could, but Conrad grabbed Peter's gun, and held it against Peter's head, threatening to kill him.

Dave and Kate asked Conrad to put the gun down, several times. He refused, and pretending to put his hand on the trigger to shoot Peter, instead he had taken him outside.
Dave and Kate had followed closely behind them, even clipping Conrad twice with their weapons. A few feet after he had gotten past the emergency exit, Conrad had suddenly dropped Peter and his gun.

They chased Conrad for awhile down the street, but he ran into a burning building. (They had checked and made sure that a building was burning, and included the exact location in their report, and even had a fireman who was explained the situation, cover for them.)

---
Dave was nervous as he stood outside Celluci's door. The detective wanted to be the one to break the news to his partner, Kate and Peter had agreed. Dave was a bit relieved to find Celluci seemed to be in better spirits, and didn't slam the door in Dave's face. They both set on the couch, leaving a seat between them. They set the box of donuts that Dave had brought with him in that seat.

Celluci listened to him calmly as Dave explained what had happened, and what they told people had happened. Celluci sat quietly for a long time listening to his partner, and friend, and Dave almost was expecting the worse when Celluci finally said something.

"Thank you." Celluci said his voice quieter than usual. He was glad that his police station friends were willing to do whatever it took to avenge the death of his family. Mike wasn't sure what else to say, the best thing he thought was just to say Thank You. He had no other words, because he was experiencing so many emotions at the moment.

"You're welcome," Dave said, patting Celluci's knee. He took another bite of his donut, getting a bit of powder sugar on his shirt.

They sat in silence for awhile, enjoying the donuts. They didn't need to talk though.