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A/N: Another chapter. Bored on a weekend and deciding to update. And did you know that Alana de la Garza will be reprising Connie Rubirosa on LOLA? Gives me a hell of a lot more incentive to watch LOLA, despite the fact that I already do. Please review. Thanks. Love, Lawabidingchild.

Broken are the wings of the angel
Devastated are the hearts of our loves
Turmoil befuddles our existence
Days pass by in shadows cold.

Knowing what hurts and what hates
Knowing what we leave
Knowing our late affections never last
Until that time passes by
We don't know what will last.

Connie walked into Abbie's office the next day to find Abbie sleeping with her arms enclosing her head. Rare, Connie thought as she approached Abbie cautiously. My guess is a late night. Connie yawned herself, but then stretched out in such a way that would make it impossible to fall asleep sitting up. She crossed her long legs and arms as she stared on. Abbie's deep brown hair was drooping around her head. Her breathing was even and slow. Connie thought better of not waking up the sleepy Texan.

A creak of the door startled Connie. Mike clanked as he entered. Connie made a scolding shushing noise and turned her head around. Mike understood and sat down in the other vacant chair. "How long has she been like this?" whispered Mike.

"I just got here," she whispered back.

"How late was she up, do you figure?"

"No idea, but I saw her down three cups of coffee in one hour today."

"Would you two shut up?" groaned a cranky Abbie from her slumber. Connie averted her eyes from Mike's to Abbie's, who looked like death.

"You okay?" asked Connie.

"Fine," Abbie spat. Connie stared with deep concern. "Don't look at me that way!"

"What happened last night?" asked Connie. Mike was getting up to leave the room. He didn't want to get in the middle of a catfight. Connie turned her head and glared at him in protest, but Mike ignored her.

"Nothing." Abbie was looking annoyed with the line of questioning.

Connie decided on being persistent. "I just saw you down three cups of coffee in one hour. Something's up."

"How would you know?"

"Uh…I've never seen you sleep in the office before. I've seen you work all hours of the day and you never have slept in the office."

"So you find my sleeping pattern a bit off today, huh?"

"Come on, Abbie. Don't shut me out. Tell me what happened with you and Jack."

Abbie stared at Connie for a moment. Her eyes widened and her expression became about as blank as it could get. "How did you know that's what I was thinking about?"

"Intuition." Connie tapped her hand on the desk and tilted her head back slightly.

"Okay, okay, since you insist on being so nosy, I'll tell you." Connie relaxed back in the chair like a shrink ready to poke into someone's psyche. She had her head cocked the right way and her hands folded neatly in her lap. "Jack and I talked last night. I found out what he was afraid to let go of, and he got scared."

"What'dya find?" asked Connie curiously.

"The engagement ring he was planning to give Claire Kincaid the night of her death." Connie treated Abbie to a surprised stare and Abbie shared with her a nod of confirmation. "I found the memo that went with it. The one that said he could no longer work with Claire Kincaid because she was going to become his wife. To Adam Schiff."

"The old D.A?" asked Connie. Abbie nodded.

"The case we have now keeps buzzing around in my head. I just can't shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe, you're wrong about who's after us."

"I don't think so, Abbie," said Connie.

"Well I do. I think someone wanted Claire dead and is now coming for me."

"But Woll-."

"Woll has nothing to do with it. I guarantee it. I think someone else is attacking us from behind Russian mob bosses."

"Do you think we stand a chance?"

Abbie fell silent. Her expression became worried and she looked to the empty doorway for help. "I'm not sure."