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Chapter 6.

Answers are good, right?

The next day, Cory walked into her office, ready to work hard. She had a good feeling that she would be getting answers to her questions today. She also was going to call Rebecca to see to she could set up her little 'vacation'.

When she sat down, the first thing that she did was open up her email. She was eager to see if she had any responses from her Interpol contacts. She glanced over the names in her email and noticed a couple of responses for Danny. She was about to click on one of those emails when a new email came in. It was from David, her Interpol contact for South America.

So she clicked on that email and began to read. As she read the email, a smile crept across her face. Finally, after she was done reading, she picked up her phone and called Lydia.

"Hey, Cory. What's going on?"

"I have good news! The Martinez Brothers are in Venezuela."

"Really! That's great! Now we can get them."

"Well, not exactly. We don't have enough evidence to actually charge them with anything. It just makes me happy that I know where they are."

"You're right. It is a huge relief. What's going on with your other contacts?"

"Not much. I'm getting a lot of, 'We'll get back to you'. That's frustrating. I have faith that it will come together. It's just going to take a lot of work."

"That's true. Are we on for Saturday?"

"Yup. Everyone will be there. Listen, I'd better let you go. I've got some info for Danny that I need to get to him."

"Okay. I'll talk to you later."

Cory hung up the phone and then opened up her emails from her contacts in France. She smiled as she read the first one from Jean-Pierre. Only Jean-Pierre would reply to an email written in English in French. Cory mentally rolled her eyes as she read the email.

Then, she picked up the phone again and called Danny.

"Messer."

"Hey, sweetie. I've got some info for you about your DB."

"Shoot."

"She's from Paris. She just came here last summer. She was an international business major and has no previous crime hits. The only reason that they found her prints in the system was because her parent had her printed when she was in primary school. Good, middle class family. I'm going to have my contact see if someone can contact her parents."

"Well, that was helpful," Danny said sarcastically.

"Don't be an ass. It's all preliminary info. I'll get some more."

"Any chance you can forward me the email?"

"I can, but you won't be able to read it. It's in French." Danny just groaned. "I'm sorry, sweetie. Do you want me to look into the other girl? Maybe your perp is only going after foreigners."

"Huh. I hadn't thought about that. If you could do that, I'd love it!"

Cory smiled. "Sure thing. Email me the info and I'll forward it. I'd better go. I've got work of my own to do!"

"Ti amo, bella. Ciao."

"Je t'aime. I'll talk to you tonight. Bye!"

Cory chuckled as she hung up the phone. Before she could even take a breath, it rang again. "Reid."

"Hey, Cory. It's Rebecca."

"Hey! I was just thinking about you. What's up?"

"I was wondering if you could come out here for a couple of days. I need some help."

Cory thought for a moment. "Sure. What's going on?"

"David is having surgery today and I need someone to stay with the kid's tomorrow morning while I go to the hospital."

"He's having surgery? What happened?"

Rebecca laughed. "He broke his leg playing rugby and they are putting a metal rod in his leg."

"Ouch. That's gotta hurt."

"Yeah. He'll be fine. I just don't have anyone available to help me out tomorrow. Thursday, yeah, but not tomorrow."

"Sure, honey. I can fly out tonight. I'll call you and let you know when I get in. I have something I want to talk to you about anyway. I'll call you when I have more details."

"Okay. Thank you so much! I'll talk to you later."

Cory quickly hung up the phone then got online to purchase her airline ticket. Then she called Agent Michaels and let him know that she was taking some emergency personal time. She told him that she would take her laptop and try to check in whenever possible. He told her that it wasn't a problem and to be careful.

Then she left work and went back to her apartment to pack a bag so she could go to the airport. While she was packing, her phone rang. "Reid."

"Why aren't you at work?"

"Hi, Danny. My cousin's husband is having surgery tonight and she needs my help. I'll be back by Saturday. I left a more detailed explanation in writing. I'd love to talk more, but I gotta get to the airport. I'll call you tonight!"

"Bye."

Cory quickly grabbed her bags and left for the hospital.

(Crime Lab)

Danny hung up the phone after talking to Cory. "Huh. I wonder what's going on."

"What's going on with whom?" Hawkes asked.

"Cory. She just left to go visit a cousin but she didn't tell me where she was going. She just said that she would be back by Saturday. I hope everything is alright. Anyway, she got some info on our vic, but there wasn't much to go on. She did make an interesting point. Maybe vic number one is also not an American. She said that she would send out the inquiry today and she if she could get any hits."

"You have a really smart girlfriend. Meanwhile, since both of these cases are cold, Mac wants us on a B&E over on 42nd."

"Let's go."

(California)

Cory got into LAX airport about four o'clock. She saw Rebecca waiting for her. She rushed over and gave her a hug. "Hey, girl."

Rebecca looked tired. "Hi. Let's get back to my house before the kids decide to blow it up."

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine. It's just been a long day. So what did you want to talk to me about?"

Cory drew in a breath. "I have a favor to ask you. I need to borrow your car to drive to Texas."

"What?"

"I need to go to Texas to meet with an informant, but not leave any trace that I was actually there. I can leave here tomorrow after you get home and I'll be back on Friday night."

"When are you going to sleep?"

"I'll manage. Please?"

Rebecca thought about it a second. "Alright. I'll be home about three tomorrow afternoon."

"Rebecca, you are the best. I don't know what I would do without you. Listen, I need to borrow your landline phone for a quick call to New York tonight. I have to let Danny know what's going on. I kinda left him hanging."

Rebecca laughed. "Speaking of Danny. How's it going with you guys?"

Cory smiled. "Good. Really good. I'm so much in love with him. We just compliment each other perfectly. I haven't felt this way about someone since James."

"Really? Wow. Can I see a picture of him?"

Cory looked stunned. "I haven't sent you a picture?"

"No. Come on girl, we're related and you've been holding out on me? That's not right."

Cory blushed. "I'm sorry! I thought that I had sent you a picture. Give me a second." Cory scrolled through her cell phone. "Here. This is one of us together. I have more, but they are saved on my laptop, so I can show you more when we get to your house."

Rebecca raised her eyebrows when she glanced at the picture. "Wow. He's gorgeous."

"I know," Cory said with a twinkle in her eye.

"Thanks. Just rub it into my face." Both women laughed at that and spent the rest of the drive discussing their significant others.

(New York)

Danny got home a little after eight that night. He walked into the dark apartment with a sense of loneliness. The first thing that he did was walk into the bedroom to change. Lying on the bed was a letter addressed to him. He opened it and began to read.

Danny,

I'm sorry that we didn't get a chance to discuss this in person, but things kind of happened quickly. I had been planning on calling my cousin Rebecca in California to see if I could borrow her car to drive to Texas. Then this morning, she called me. Her husband David broke his leg pretty severely and is having to have surgery. So I'm flying out today so I can take care of her kids tomorrow. Then tomorrow afternoon, I'm going to drive to Texas and see Ortiz. I should be back by Saturday morning at the latest. I'm going to pick up a disposable cell phone in California, so that way I can talk to you on the way to Texas. That way my cell can't be traced. I promise to call you about ten your time tonight and we can talk some more. I'm going to call from Rebecca's landline.

I'm sorry I just left in a hurry. I really didn't mean for it to happen this way, but this was too good to pass up.

I love you. Je t'aime, mon couer.

Cory.

Danny put down the letter and took his glasses off. He sighed. Damn. I hate Ortiz. Is it so bad to wish that he was dead? I hate having to go to bed without her. I don't sleep near as well. He sighed again and sat down on the bed. He decided to go take a shower and then wait for Cory's call.

(10 pm)

At almost ten on the dot, Danny's phone rang. "Messer."

"Mon chere. I'm sorry that I just left like that."

"I understand. You didn't have a lot of time to make the decision and you did what you needed to do. I will miss you."

"I know. I'll miss you, too. Listen. Here's my disposable cell phone number, 213-555-1624. Only call me on that from a landline. I don't want anyone tracing the call."

Danny frowned. "Aren't you being a little paranoid?"

"Maybe. But I'm just being careful. I have a bad feeling about what Ortiz is going to tell me. I'd rather be safe than sorry. Maybe I'm just picking up on the vibe that I got from that dream. Oh! Speaking of dreams, I totally forgot to tell you that I got a visit from Taylor's friend, Maddy."

Danny raised his eyebrows. "Um. Okay."

"Come on, Danny. I know you don't truly believe in all of this stuff, but I do. So cut me some slack."

"Okay."

"Anyway. I'm going to have a spiritual guide, like Maddy. It's Armando. He's trying to atone for sins that he committed while in the gang. From what they both told me, we are entering a turbulent time period where I will need the guidance. I don't know what to think about that."

"I don't know either. Just be careful."

"I will. I'd better let you go from this line, although if you want I can call you from my cell now. There is one thing that we haven't tried yet."

Danny was confused. "What are you talking about?"

Cory laughed huskily. "What are you wearing?"

Danny looked shocked as he caught her meaning. "Oh. Um. Sure. I'll call you back."

"No. I'll call you. Talk to you in an hour or so, chere. I love you."

"I love you, too. Bye." Danny hung up the phone and looked down at his traitorous body. It's going to be a long hour.

AN: Okay, guys. I hope that you like this chapter. Which by the way prompts a question. I am seriously thinking about doing a M rated companion to this to put in the smut. What do y'all think? If I get enough requests for it, I'll do it. I am also doing a Charmed fanfic, so go and check that out if you have time! (Okay. Enough pimping my own stories!!! On with the review responses)...

Soccer-Bitch- So your doing Spring Cleaning for your computer! Nice. I'm glad you liked that chapter. I hope this one meets everyone's standards.

Serenaturner- Wow. A new reviewer!! Yeah!!! Thanks. I'm glad you like the storyline. If you haven't read it, read the companion to A Time to Heal called Six Months. I'll be referring to parts of those for some of the plotlines in this. Thanks for reviewing!

kasmith101- I'm glad you're lurking, at least! The Texas chapter is going to be chapter 8. Next chapter, I'm going back to Paris for Flack and Lindsay's last day in Paris. They are going to Versailles. Writing them in Paris has made me want to go back!

chili-peppers- Of course, I forgive you! Where did you go on holiday? I love Danny's case, but I have no clue where it's going yet! The Louvre is absolutely fabulous! When I eventually make it back to Paris, I want to spend like a week just going to the Louvre every day! I love Egyptian art, too. We had an exhibit here last year that was all about Queen/Pharaoh Hatshepsut. She was one of the few female Pharoahs. It was just...undescribible!! And yeah. Flack is a closet romantic. (wink, wink)