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A/N: I'M ON AN EXCITEMENT HIGH! I JUST GOT BACK FROM STATE BAND AND WE WON! So I am going to give you guys another chapter. Please review. Thanks. Love, Lawabidingchild.

Golden eyes
Tears disguised
As tokens
Of past affiliations

Placed above all
The love I have
Isn't unspoken
But never left my lips

Abbie was still in shock. Connie, however, was the total opposite. She was pacing the room in a full blown panic. "¿Quién lo hizo?" asked Connie rapidly. "¿Quién lo hizo esto? ¡Quiero matar a esa persona responsable!"

"Connie, calm down," ordered Mike soothingly. He whispered the words like he was speaking to a small child. They seemed to work- she sat down and took a deep breath. "We caught the bitch last time, didn't we?" asked Mike.

"I'm calm," said Connie through clenched teeth.

"No you're not," Mike pointed out. "I've known you long enough to know you start speaking rapid Spanish when you're in a panic." He rubbed her shoulder tenderly. "I know you've been through an ordeal, but you have to stay calm."

"Mike's right, Connie," whispered a now distraught Jack. "Whatever happens, we're in this together. You don't have to be so angry."

"I think I have a right!" yelled Connie. "After what happened three months ago, I think I have a right to be pissed."

Mike pulled her thin frame toward him. "You have a right to be, Connie, and I understand that. However, this is a time to let it go."

Just then, a crash emitted through the room. Everyone ducked for cover, but when they realized it was just a brick with a message tied onto it. Everyone stared at it curiously, waiting for a fire to follow. When Abbie regained her legs, she tip-toed carefully over to it and began untying the string. When she had the note completely unattached, she read it. It said four words: KILL THE SOUTHERN BITCH!

Abbie dropped it, walking in the opposite direction. When someone tried to follow her, she slammed the door in that person's face. "Well," began Mike, turning around to face the other two, "is there anything in that note that could have set her off?"

Connie was already tossing the paper to him when he asked the question. "Read it yourself," ordered Connie. Mike obeyed and ruffled the paper. His eyes widened. "Mm-hmm," said Connie, "whoever wrote this has a problem with her. I'll go talk to her."

"No, let me," ordered Jack.

Connie's eyes widened in appreciation of her boss, who was becoming more interesting by the second. He'd never been able to hold down a relationship, and now he's struggling to maintain the current one. "I think I can handle this," said Jack.

"Okay," whispered Connie. "I probably will talk to her about this later, anyway."

With a nod, Jack left to talk to his beloved.

She was angry about everything. That someone, maybe an old suspect, found out her current whereabouts and saw fit to throw a brick through her boyfriend's office window. What the hell?

She looked about her office. Everything was so neat. It was so…organized and complete, like there was an answer for everything. But to this, there was nothing. Nothing that could tell her who or what possessed that person to write a death threat and throw it through that window. Nothing.

She sighed as a few angry tears escaped her eyes. She wiped them away furiously, angry at her behavior within the past day. She hated crying. She wasn't that kind of woman. She always remained tough, even when the case was particularly difficult. But this one seemed like nothing but tears…and that made her angry. No one in this office should see her cry. That should not have happened during that case eleven years ago.

There was a soft knock at her door. "It's unlocked," she sighed. Abbie watched as Jack entered the room. She turned away from him. "What's up?" asked Abbie monotonously.

Jack walked over to her side. He noticed that her eyes were a little red, like she'd been crying for the last few minutes. "Hey, what's wrong?" asked Jack, reaching out for her.

"Nothing," she grumbled, brushing him away from her.

"Doesn't sound like nothing," said Jack.

"It...It's…Damnit!" she yelled as a few more tears escaped her eyes. Jack swept his arms around her and gripped her as tightly as he could.

"Hey, it's okay," he whispered in her hair.

"No, it's fucking not okay!" Jack flinched a little at her choice of words. "I'm not used to this. I hate being the one who's crying like a victim. I hate not having an answer. I just want this over with."

"I know you do," cooed Jack as he kissed the top of her head. "I know how you work."

"Then help me out," ordered Abbie.

"I will," said Jack, "but you need to tell me how."

"Help me keep the three of you safe," said Abbie.

"Abbie-."

"Just do it Jack!" Abbie's tears were now becoming more obvious now. "Do it so I can have peace."

Jack didn't know how to respond except for one word, "Okay."