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A/N: Another chapter. Here's another chapter. I decided to update all my stories this weekend. Please review. Thanks. Love, Lawabidingchild.

Pushing the envelope takes courage
The courage that makes no sense
The adrenaline rush proceeds
And the struggle to prevail stops

The timing is nothing special
The days move into weeks
The time it takes to make a break
Has its shining peaks

Connie stared at Abbie with a befuddled expression. How can such an atrocity be so puzzling? If it's not Woll, then surely it must be someone who either Jack or Abbie had a falling out with. Connie and Mike just got roped into the situation.

Connie stared exasperatedly at Abbie's contorted expression of worry. Abbie was losing her confidence. Connie was baffled. Abbie was falling apart as they sat there, doing nothing about finding this son-of-a-bitch. As disturbing as this was, they had to find something.

Then Connie got a revelation. "What if this is connected to something else entirely?" she asked.

Abbie stared at her. "Like what?"

Connie thought for a moment. What was the most devastating thing that happened to Jack during his legacy? "What if this is somehow connected to the death of Claire Kincaid?"

Abbie was suddenly intrigued. "Claire Kincaid's death? Are you sure?"

"Positive," Connie confirmed. "I have no doubt that who ever is chasing us is trying to get rid of you. I think I'm just in the way. Who ever is chasing us-."

"Is probably an ex-lover or ex-wife," Abbie finished. "We have the case file on Claire Kincaid's accident?"

"It'll involve going through Jack's drawers, Abbie. Wanna try?"

Abbie chuckled. "Let's go."

Abbie and Connie were sneaking their way into the office, ignoring the accusatory stare from Clarice, Jack's receptionist. They needed that file to make their assumptions true.

Both of them had the adrenaline pumping through their veins as they started snooping. Connie took to the shelves while Abbie took to the desk. She saw that picture of the woman that he kept, her heart wrenching at it. It wasn't looking at the picture and knowing that he loved another woman as well, but rather looking at it and knowing that who was probably one of the most important people to him had died for no reason. Maybe it was jealousy, greed, or even just plain vengeance. What Abbie was really interested in was finding the jealous, evil woman who was trying to kill Abbie behind five large Russian men.

Abbie and Connie continued to go through records, files and printouts of cases. They spread them out in piles on the floor. Neither of them came close to what they were looking for.

A loud gasp from the door caused both of them to drop what they were holding. They both stood up and faced a clearly outraged Jack. "It's not what it looks like."

"I think it's exactly what it looks like," spat an outraged Jack McCoy.

"It's not. We're trying to find a specific file. That's all," said Abbie, a futile attempt at getting Jack to calm down.

"Oh," he huffed. "What file?"

"Claire Kincaid's accident file," said Abbie.

Jack's jaw dropped. "Why do you need it?" he whispered.

"We think that who is ever chasing me may have had something to do with her accident," said Abbie.

Jack went through his desk and found the file. "Here," he whispered. "I still don't see it, but if you do, then chase it."