Author's Note: This chapter is rated M for language and smut. If you blink, you'll miss the smut. LOL LO:CI and its characters belong to Dick Wolf and company; I'm just borrowing them for a while. Any and all mistakes made are my own. Read, review and enjoy. :o)

6/12/08: Re-post to correct a minor error.

Sunday, August 20
Angel's Home, 10:15 p.m.

Angel reached into the top drawer of her nightstand table and pulled out a folded piece of paper and a key chain with a blue letter 'B' and a single key on it. She held the items out to Bobby and said, "This is for you." He took the proffered items and sat down on the foot of the bed. "What's this?" he asked as he unfolded the paper. She sat down next to him Indian style. "That's a key to the house and instructions on how to arm/disarm the security alarm," she answered. Bobby looked at Angel and smiled. He said, "Thank you." She just nodded and smiled.

Bobby continued looking at Angel without saying a word. "What's wrong?" she asked. He opened his mouth, then closed it because he wasn't too sure of what he wanted to say. Finally he asked, "If I had asked you 2 years ago to stay here with me, would you have stayed?" She looked down at her hands as she started to pick at the bedspread. A faint nod was her answer. Bobby sighed heavily. "Why didn't you say anything to me?" he asked. Angel shook her head. "I didn't want to scare you with my feelings," she quietly said. "I thought you wouldn't have been ready to give up Alannah just yet."

Angel unfolded her legs as Bobby put his arm around her shoulders to pull her closer to him. "My …my gut told me back then that I should asked you to stay. I wish I had." She pulled away from him and smiled. "Eh, you're entitled to make a mistake every once in a while," she said playfully, trying to lighten the mood. "Ha, ha," he said dryly. She laughed and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "I'm going to brush my teeth," Angel said, getting up and heading towards the bathroom. Bobby got up and placed the keychain and piece of paper in the pocket of the suit he was going to wear to work the next day. He made a mental note to himself to get a copy of his apartment key made for her. "I'll do that at lunch tomorrow," he thought. He walked out of the bedroom and went to the kitchen to get some water.

Angel turned off the bathroom light, leaving the small night light on, when she finished brushing her teeth. She stopped at the tall dresser and pulled of her ring, placing it next to her necklace. Bobby came back in the room, both of his hands behind his back. He stepped up to her, invading her personal space with his presence, a smirk on his face. "What?" she asked. He leaned down and placed his lips against her ear. "I…just realized something," he said in his most seductive voice. Angel grabbed Bobby's t-shirt and quietly gasped as his warm breath and voice sent an exciting tingle throughout her whole body.

"What did you realize?" Angel asked breathlessly. Bobby slid one of his hands under her t-shirt and began making circles with his thumb on one of her nipples. She gasped again as he kissed the side of her neck. He nipped gently at her neck before his lips made their way back up to her ear. "I realized that I've had you only once this weekend, Ms. Pierson-St. John," he said huskily. He straightened up to look into her eyes. "I plan on correcting that situation."

Bobby held up a box of condoms. "Are these for me?" he asked. Angel glanced at the box before looking back at him. She nodded. "Yes." He smiled as he moved the hand that was on her breast to the middle of her back, pulling her closer to him. He leaned down to kiss her deeply. Bobby laid his forehead against hers. "So, how many times can I have you tonight, Angel?" he asked. Without missing a beat, Angel replied, "How many condoms are in that box?"

Monday, August 21
Angel's Home, 5:45 a.m.

Bobby and Angel both groaned as the alarm clock started blaring. Angel pushed the quilt aside a little bit, reached over and turned it off before snuggling back into Bobby's arms. "Are you always up this early?" he asked. "Sometimes," she replied. "When I decide to get up and go walking around the neighborhood before going to work." He raised his head slightly and looked at the open box of condoms that were laying on the nightstand table and groaned. "God, I am getting old," Bobby lamented. Angel chuckled. "Why do you say that?" she asked. "Because there are still condoms left in this box."

Angel laughed. She moved Bobby's arm so that she could scoot up and look at him face to face, laying on her side. "Dude, if we had gone through that whole box, there's NO WAY either one of us would have been able to make it to work today," she said. Bobby laughed and said, "You sound like Lewis." She smiled. "I have hung around my brothers too long." They just laid there, looking at each other in comfortable silence. "It's…it's…it won't be easy to be with me, Angel," Bobby said softly. Angel sighed and nodded her head. "I know that, Bobby," she said. "I understand. I don't expect our life to be like 'Leave It To Beaver' or 'The Adventures of Ozzie and Harriet.'"

Bobby turned to lay on his side, propping himself up on one arm. "Alannah told me yesterday about you wanting to have a child…with me. Is that true?" he asked. Angel bit nervously at her bottom lip. "He asked," she thought to herself. "Answer him, you idiot." "I would like to have a baby someday," she answered quietly. "Having one with you would be nice." He scoffed. "Why?" She frowned slightly. "Why not?" she asked. "Because I'm fucked up. That's why," Bobby answered. "Any child of mine runs the risk of being a full blown basket case. Some kind of whack job."

Angel propped herself up on one arm. She reached over and stroked his cheek. "There is nothing wrong with you," she said. "You can't say for certain how a child will turn out unless you raise him or her. I see a wonderful and kind man who I think would make a very good daddy someday. So, you think you're flawed. Big deal. So am I. Everyone has flaws that they probably wish they could fix or make go away. I love you and your flaws. I can't change them. I'm not even going to try. All I can do is learn how to deal with them."

Bobby slid a little closer to Angel. He sighed and kissed her forehead. "Your parents were right. You are strong," he said. She smiled and said, "Thank you." She leaned over and kissed him, eventually pulling him on top of her. Angel gasped as Bobby slid his rock hard dick inside of her. She moaned and panted as she moved her hips in time with his thrusting. He licked and kissed her neck before moving to kiss her mouth. Angel broke the kiss to look at him. "I…I haven't taken my pill yet," she said breathlessly. Bobby looked deep into her eyes and nodded. "I know," he replied.

Angel and Bobby looked at each and smiled. "Te amo, Bobby," she said, thrusting her hips against him. He smiled and said, "Te amo, Angel," as he kissed her and continued making love to her.

Monday, August 21
1PP Parking Garage, 7:45 a.m.

"You have everything?" Angel asked Bobby. After having breakfast at her house, Angel had taken him by his apartment so that he could drop off his things and switch out his old binder for his new binder before bringing him to work. He nodded. "Yeah, I think so," he said. She got out of the car and walked around to the passenger side as Bobby got out, binder and 2 cups of coffee in hand. "You sure don't need any help?" Angel asked with a laugh. Bobby said, "I've got it," pushing the door closed with his hip.

Angel put her arms around Bobby's waist to give him a sideways hug. He balanced the cups of coffee on his binder as he put an arm around her shoulders, giving her a small squeeze. She looked up at him and smiled. "Make sure you tell Alex, Mike and Megan that they're invited to have dinner at my place anytime this week," she said. "I will," he said. He chuckled. "I can't believe you bet on Alannah and LOST." She rolled her eyes and said, "Whatever, dude." Bobby laughed as he leaned down and kissed Angel's lips. "I'll talk to you later," he said. "Love you."

"Love you, too," Angel said with a smile. She and Bobby quickly kissed each other one more time before he headed towards the elevator; she towards the driver's side of her car. She opened the door and paused. "Hey, Bobby," she called out to him. He turned around, seeing her nervously biting her bottom lip and playing with her necklace. "She's worried," he thought to himself. "Be careful and be safe today," Angel said quietly. He smiled. "No se preocupe, querida," he said in his most reassuring voice. She nodded and smiled as she got into the car. Bobby waited and watched as Angel drove away before turning back around to head towards the elevator.

Monday, August 21
Angel's car, 7:48 a.m.

Angel placed her Bluetooth headset in her ear before dialing Janelle's number.

"Hello," Janelle said.

"Hey, sweetie," Angel said. "It's me."

"Hey, hey, Baby Girl. What's going on?"

"Not much. You and Drew in New Jersey already?"

"Naw. We're not too far out of the city. We just stopped to get some gas."

"Oh, okay," Angel said. "Do you go by the shop and pick up those parts for Mrs. St. John's computer?"

Janelle answered, "Yeah, I did. We went by there last night. You on your way to the shop?"

"Yep. I'm going to help Chad open up the store before I head over to the church to help Pastor set up for the computer classes and do those 2 service calls for the Gregorys and the Abbotts."

"So," Janelle said, "How did "Meet the Parents" go?"

"It went better than I expected," Angel replied with a chuckle. "Daddy only threatened Bobby once."

Janelle laughed. "Daddy Charles threatened him one time? Shit, he must be getting soft in his old age."

"You're so silly, Janelle."

"What are you making me and Drew for dinner tonight?"

Angel thought for a minute. "How about steak and shrimp with a baked potato?" she asked.

"Hell, yeah!" Janelle replied. "I need to make bets with you more often if you're going to be such a good loser."

"I told Bobby about the bet. He laughed at me. Anyway, I told him to invite Alex, Mike, Meagan and the rest of his friends." "Cool. That's a good idea."

A few seconds of silence passed. "What's wrong, Angel?" Janelle asked, a hint of concern in her voice.

Angel sighed. "Bobby and I…had sex this morning…without any protection," she said softly. "Before I had a chance to take my pill."

Janelle was stunned. "Oh, my," she said. "Sooo, are you okay or what?"

"I'm okay, I guess. I'm kinda scared and happy at the same time," Angel replied. "Mama says the Jeffries women are really fertile."

"Well," Janelle said, "if you have a girl, you should name her after me."

"Alexandra Janelle."

"Excuse me?"

"Alexandra Janelle," Angel repeated. "For a girl. Andrew Robert for a boy."

Janelle stammered. "Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Wait a flipping minute. You've already picked out baby names?! When the hell did that happen?!"

"I don't know! They just popped into my head while I was taking a shower," Angel said. "And quit being so melodramatic. Besides, I don't think we're ready for kids just yet. Nothing's been fertilized."

Janelle scoffed. "Yeah, right. Tell me that shit again when we're sitting in your bathroom 2 months from now staring at pregnancy tests."

"Why do I bother to tell you anything?" Angel asked.

"Because," Janelle answered, "I'm your sister and best friend. I need to know EVERYTHING."

Angel laughed at her. "Well, I think I've done enough sharing for the day. I'll talk to you when y'all get back. Have a safe trip and be careful."

"Aight. You, too. See you at the house. Bye."

"Bye."

When Drew came out of the convenience store with drinks and a bag full of snacks, he stopped in his tracks and shook his head. Janelle was next to the company van, pumping gas and doing what he dubbed her "happy, hip-hop, Holy Ghost, shake a tail feather" dance. He chuckled as he continued towards her. "Uh, baby?" he asked. "Um, you wanna tell me what happened for you to break out your dance?" Janelle shook her tail feathers one more time before wrapping her arms around his waist. She looked up at her husband and smiled. "We're going to be godparents someday," she replied.

Drew blinked a few times, frowning slightly. He tilted his head to the side and asked, "They trying to make a baby already?" Janelle said, "Maybe. I don't know. I just know we're going to be godparents someday." He chuckled and kissed her forehead. She stepped away from him and started doing her dance again. "Come on and dance my dance with me, Drew," Janelle said as he headed towards the driver's side. He turned around, looked at her and said, "Uh, I don't think so." He started heading toward his original destination. She shrugged and continued dancing. "I'm happy, dammit!" she said to herself. "And I don't care who sees."

Monday, August 21
Major Case Squad Room, 7:50 a.m.

Bobby entered the squad room just as Alex had sat down at her desk. "Good morning, Alex," he said, placing one of the cups of coffee on her desk before sitting down. "Good morning," she replied. She picked up the cup, taking the lid off to inhale the rich aroma of the freshly brewed beverage. She sighed contently. "You are a life saver," she said as she placed the lid back on, taking a sip. "Are you talking to me or the coffee?" Bobby asked playfully. "You ask another silly question like that and I will talk to the coffee," Alex replied sarcastically.

Bobby laughed. He pointed with his head at the watch Alex was wearing. "That's a very nice watch you're wearing," he said. Alex smiled as she touched the watch. "Thank you very much," she said. "A very good friend of mine gave it to me." She pointed at his new binder. "That's a very nice binder." Bobby ducked his head and smiled. He said, "Some very good friends of mine gave it to me." She noticed he was wearing his new watch. "Angel have her ring on today?" Alex asked. Bobby nodded. "Yes, she does. She only cried once this morning," he replied with a smile.

Captain Ross came out of his office, heading to Bobby and Alex's desks. "Morning, detectives," he said. "Good morning, sir," Alex said. "Morning, Captain," Bobby said. "I'm on way to a departmental head meeting to brief the higher ups on our current caseload," Ross said. "Any more progress on the Anderson case?" Alex shook her head. "Nothing else so far, Captain," she said. "The bulletins we have out for the victim's brother and sister, Eric and Eden Anderson, haven't yielded anything either." Ross sighed and nodded. "Okay," he said.

Ross noticed Bobby's new watch and leather binder. "Glad to see you had a nice birthday weekend, Detective," he said to Bobby. He nodded his head at both of them and said, "Carry on," walking away to get on the elevator. "Uh, thank…thank you, sir," Bobby said to Ross' retreating back. When Ross was out of earshot, Bobby said, "Dammit! Do I have to be nice to him?" "Pretty much," Alex said. He rolled his eyes and sighed.

"Check it out, Liv," Detective Elliott Stabler said as he and his partner Olivia Benson walked into the squad room. "It's Alex Eames and Bobby Goren. The 2 greatest detectives in the Major Case Squad." Alex and Bobby both turned around at the sound of Elliott's voice. "Yeah, it figures they would be sitting down on their fannies while the rest of us working stiffs have to be in court," Olivia said when they reached them. Alex and Bobby laughed as they got up to greet their fellow detectives. "Oh yeah? Well, my partner can beat up your partner any day," Alex said as she hugged Olivia first, then Elliott. The 2 SVU detectives laughed. Bobby did exactly as Alex had done.

"What brings you guys over here?" Bobby asked. Elliott reached into his inner jacket pocket and pulled out a envelope. "We stopped by to give you your birthday card," he said, handing the envelope to Bobby. He opened it and pulled out the card to read it. Inside of the birthday card was 2 gift cards. One was for TGI Friday's; the other was for Barnes and Noble. Both cards were for 100 each. Bobby was stunned. "This…this is too much, you guys," he said. Olivia scoffed. "Look at it this way. You're buying a round when we go out for drinks next time," she said. Bobby laughed at Olivia's logic. "Well, since you put it that way. Thank you all very much."

"You're welcome," Elliott said. "You guys missed a great party yesterday," Alex said. "Yeah, I could tell by the pictures you sent us," Olivia said. "So, Bobby, when do we get to meet Angel?" Bobby narrowed his eyes at Alex; she shrugged nonchalantly. "I got a big mouth. Sue me," she said. Bobby shook his head and chuckled. "Soon," he said. "Maybe I'll bring her along when we go out for drinks." "That'll be good," Elliott said. He quickly glanced at his watch. "Come on, Liv. We better get going or we'll be late for court." "It was good to see you two," Alex said. "Same here, Alex," Olivia said.

The 4 detectives exchanged good-byes with each other one more time before Elliott and Olivia headed towards the elevators to leave. Alex and Bobby sat back down to start their work for the day, going through the papers and folders to sort what was on the agenda.

Monday, August 21
Across the street from Computer City, 8:01 a.m.

Eden Anderson sat in the back seat of the stolen black Hummer, next to her brother Eric, scowling as she looked out the window. "Watch your back for The Devil" was the last text message she had been able to send to David Brewster before Frank Devlin took her cell phone from her and threw it against the wall, destroying it into a million pieces. "Bastard," she said under breath as she relived that memory in her head. She looked over at her twin and rolled her eyes in disgust. "This motherfucker here," she thought to herself. "I oughta whip his fucking ass for stealing that jump drive from Davey in the first place."

Eden sighed heavily as she dismissed the thought. She knew Eric was just trying to look out for the both of them. She couldn't blame him for that. She smiled slightly as she thought about what laid in store for Angel. "That bitch will learn not to mess with the Queen Bitch." "What the hell are you smiling about?" Francisco asked. He was sitting in the passenger seat with the sunshade pulled down. He had flipped open the mirror to look at Eden. She looked at him with disdain before turning her attention back to the scenery outside. "None of your fucking business, you shorter than Tattoo from "Fantasy Island" motherfucker," she hissed.

Eric and Franco both snickered. Francisco growled. He picked up the .45 that was laying in his lap, reached over the seat and placed it against Eden's temple. "You make one more fucking crack about my height and I will bust a cap in your fucking head," he said. Eden shook with fear on the inside, but she put up a hardened façade as she turned to look at the gun that was pointed at her. "Well, if you do that, dumb ass, Frankie Devil will have your balls twisted off and fed them to his pit bull before you have a chance to scream like a little bitch," she calmly said.

"Leave that crazy heffa alone, Frankie," Franco said. Francisco grunted, still pointing the gun at Eden's head. They just stared at each other, trying to see who would blink first. Franco straightened up behind the wheel. He was looking across the street at the black car that had parked in front of Computer City. "Who the fuck is that?" he asked. Eden looked away from Frankie 1 to see what Frankie 2 was talking about. "That's the bitch I was talking about," she said as Angel got out of the car to enter the story. Francisco looked out the window. "Damn shame," he said, placing the gun back in his lap. "I could tap that ass a few times." "Sure you could," Franco said. "If your dick could reach up that far."

Francisco smacked Franco upside the head with an open palm. "Don't you start, motherfucker," he said. Franco just rubbed at his head. "We going in or what?" Eric asked. The Frankies both shook their heads. "Nah, fool," Franco said. "It looks like she's not gonna be in there too long. We wait for her to come back out. We'll attack her while she's driving in the car. Hand them those guns, Frankie." Francisco reached under his seat for the brown paper bag that was there. He opened the bag and pulled out 2 .45s, handing one to each of the twins. "You know how to use those?" he asked. Eden and Eric looked at each other and smiled before looking at Francisco. "Does a bear take a shit in the woods?" they asked in unison.

Monday, August 21
Major Case Squad Room, 11:25 a.m.

Bobby had just gotten up from his desk to take some files over to Marla, Major Case's new secretary, when his phone rang. He sighed and sat back down, picking up the phone on the 3rd ring. "Major Case. Detective Goren speaking." Alex looked away from her computer screen to look at Bobby. She was shocked to see all the color had drained from his face as he listened to the person on the other end. "You…you…you did the right thing, Officer Gibson. My partner and I will be right there. Thank you," he said quietly.

After he hung up the phone, Bobby held his head down as he gripped the edges of his desk so tightly that his knuckles turned white. "Bobby, what's wrong?" Alex asked. He just shook his head, not looking up at his partner. "Dammit, Goren! You're scaring me. What's wrong?!" He finally looked up, visibly shaken. "A…Angel…has been in an…an accident," he finally said. Bobby took a few deep breaths to calm himself down, to help him focus. He quickly jumped up and grabbed his jacket off the back of his chair and sprinted towards the elevators with Alex following right behind him.

Monday, August 21
Scene of the accident, 11:59 a.m.

"What's the story behind the accident?" Alex asked as she and Bobby ducked under the crime scene tape. "According the witnesses we talked to, a black Hummer was ramming into the Saturn Vue that the victim was driving," Officer Gibson replied. "They say it was trying to run the other car off the road. Also, there were gunshots fired as well." Bobby walked over and examined the tangled mess that use to be Angel's car. He could see the bullet holes were and noticed that some were very close to where Angel's head would have been. He mentally shuddered at the thought of her laying on a stretcher with a bullet in her head.

"Did the witnesses say how many people were in the Hummer?" Bobby asked. "Some say there were 3 people. Some are saying 4," Gibson answered. "Witnesses are saying that the perps were male, possibly black and/or Hispanic. 2 of them definitely pulled the trigger." "Where's the driver of this car?" Alex asked. Gibson pointed towards the ambulance. "She's shaken up for sure with minor cuts and bruises. She was very lucky to walk away from this accident." "Very lucky indeed," Bobby said absently as he looked and saw a glimpse of Angel sitting down in the back of the ambulance. "Has she said anything?" he asked. Gibson shook his head.

Officer Gibson said, "All she's done so far is give me your card and ask me to call you. Other than that, she's just stared at the ground or off into the distance." Alex and Gibson followed Bobby as he headed towards Angel. "Have you issued a bulletin yet for the Hummer?" Alex asked. Gibson nodded. "Yeah, we have. There was a report made earlier today that a Hummer was stolen from Hall's Hummers and SUVs. We're looking to see if this hit-and-run Hummer is the same as the stolen one."

Bobby stopped in his tracks to look at Alex. She looked up at him. "Did I say something wrong?" Gibson asked, noticing the look the partners were exchanging. "In…in Franco Holland's file, there was an associate of his listed named Richard Hall," Bobby said. Alex nodded. "He and a brother own a dealership with the exact name as the dealership where the Hummer was stolen." "If…if Frick and Frack were in that Hummer that tried to run Angel off the road, her life is…is in danger." Alex turned to Gibson and said, "You need to put out a bulletin for a Richard Hall a.k.a. Richie Rich. NOW. He's a known associate of Franco Holland, who's wanted in connection to the murder of DeMarco Anderson."

Gibson nodded his head. "Okay. What are you 2 going to do?" "We're taking your accident victim down to our precinct," Bobby said as he walked away. "You can't do that!" Gibson protested. "We haven't taken her statement yet." "Take it up with our captain, Danny Ross," Alex said. "Right now we're taking her someplace safe." She caught up with Bobby in 3 steps. "You see all these reporters and cameras around here?" she asked. He nodded. "If Devlin finds out Angel's not dead, he will send somebody to kill her," he said tightly. Alex briefly squeezed Bobby's arm to reassure him that nothing would happen to Angel.

Angel looked up to see Alex and Bobby coming towards her. The determined look on their faces caused her to be a little bit concerned. When they reached her, Bobby took off his jacket and held it up in front of her. "We need to leave. RIGHT NOW," he said. Angel's eyes widen with fear at the tone of Bobby's voice. "What's wrong?" she asked. He shook his head. "We'll tell you later." Angel looked at Bobby, then at Alex with tears in her eyes. "What's wrong?" she asked again. Alex walked over to her and squeezed her hand. "We'll tell you later. I promise," she said. "But now you have to come with us. You have to trust us with your life."

Alex stepped back as Angel grabbed her backpack purse and stood up. Bobby put his jacket around Angel, covering her head with it. He put his arm around her shoulders and followed Alex to their SUV, scanning the crowd for any potential danger. He opened the back passenger door and helped her inside, sliding in next to her. Alex pulled off as quickly as she could. Angel peeked out from under Bobby's jacket, looking at him with fear and tears in her eyes. He wiped a tear off of her cheek. "Everything will be alright," he said softly. "I promise."

Monday, August 21
Major Case Squad Room, 1:36 p.m.

Angel was sitting in one of the MCS's conference rooms, trying to keep herself from falling apart at the news that Bobby and Alex had just told her: that the men who had killed DeMarco were probably in the Hummer that ran her off of the road. Alex placed a cup of hot tea in front of her before sitting down across from her. Bobby leaned against the wall, looking at 2 of the most important women in his life. "What happened when you headed to work, Angel?" he asked. "Not much really," she said softly. "I talked to Janelle as I headed to Computer City. I got there and helped our manager Chad Riggs to open up shop. I was suppose to go on 2 service calls, but both of the customers came to us. I was heading to church to help Pastor Overton get the classrooms ready for the fall computer classes when I was attacked."

"Had you noticed the Hummer before it attacked you?" Alex asked. Angel thought for a second. She said, "I think I caught a glimpse of it when I parked my car at Computer City this morning. I'm not really sure." "Did you get a good look at the people inside of it?" Angel pressed her lips together. She looked at her untouched cup of tea as tears rolled down her face. "I…I…I think saw Eden, DeMarco's sister, pointing a gun at me and shooting," she said. Alex looked at Bobby. His face had hardened to stone as he took a deep breath. Their theory of Eden stealing from Frank Devlin just became a bit more concrete with Angel's statement.

"Who has access to your home besides you?" Bobby asked. Angel looked at him. "Just Janelle, Drew and my mom have keys and know the security alarm code," she said. She thought it would be a good idea not to let Alex know that Bobby had access to her house just yet. "Did DeMarco install your security system or know the security code?" Angel shook her head. "Jayson did the installation and knows the code. He keeps a master list of all of his clients' codes in case they change them or forget them." Alex and Bobby exchanged glances. They were both thinking the same thing: DeMarco had hidden the stolen jump drive at Angel's house.

The door to the conference room opened and in walked Captain Ross. He gave both of his detectives a look of disapproval before focusing his attention on Angel. "I'm Captain Danny Ross," he said as he extended his hand to her. "Angelica Pierson-St. John," she said, shaking his hand. "A pleasure to meet you, Ms. Pierson-St. John." He looked at Bobby, then at Alex and said, "Detectives, I want to have a word with you in my office." He walked out of the room, not bothering to wait for their response. "We'll be back," Alex said, squeezing Angel's arm to comfort her as she rose and walked out. Bobby gave her a small smile as he started to walk out. "Are y'all in trouble?" Angel asked. He turned around to look at her. "No," he lied. "Everything's okay."

Bobby closed the door to the captain's office behind him when he and Alex walked in. Captain Ross sat on the edge of his desk and looked back and forth between Alex and Bobby. His gaze finally settled on Bobby. "Would one of you care to explain why in the hell you whisked the victim of a hit-and-run accident away from the accident scene without following proper procedure?" "Captain," Alex said, "we believe that Ms. Pierson-St. John's life is in danger. That the men who killed DeMarco Anderson are trying to kill her as well." Ross turned to look at Alex. "Oh, really?" he said. "What kind of proof do you have?" Alex told him about the stolen Hummer and Franco Holland's associate.

Ross shook his head. "Even if this Hummer ties in with everything, you still should have followed procedure," he said. "So, you'd rather have her dead and laying in the morgue instead of here in our squad room, alive and safe," Bobby said harshly. "I do not appreciate the tone of your voice, Detective," Ross said. "Oh, I get it. You want us to let her go back out on the street to get killed so that we can solve her murder, too!" "Detective! One more outburst like that and I'll.." "You'll what?!" Bobby said in a raised voice. "Do the higher ups dirty work and get rid of me? For once, I wish you'd stop thinking that I'm some kind of incompetent freak and let me do my fucking job!"

Ross stood up and pointed towards the door. "Detective Goren, I highly suggest you get out of here and take a moment to cool down before I call someone to escort you out of here!" Bobby glared at Captain Ross. "Go to hell," he mumbled under his breath as he threw open the door, slamming it shut as he walked out. Ross looked at Alex. "You have anything to say, Detective?" he asked her. "No, sir. I don't." Alex didn't have to. Her silence spoke volumes. She turned on her heel and walked out.

Bobby was coming from the men's room when Alex walked out of Captain Ross' office. She just looked up at him and shook her head. "The things you'll go through with your partner," she thought to herself. Bobby didn't say anything. He just shrugged his shoulders. "I meant everything I said," he said quietly. Alex sighed and said, "Yeah, I know." A tall, dark skinned young man with looks like Denzel Washington, wearing a Brooks Brothers suit, walked up to them. "Detectives Goren and Eames?" he asked. "I'm Detective Eames," Alex said. "This is my partner, Detective Goren." "I'm Mack Lowell," he said shaking their hands. "I'm a friend of Mrs. St. John's friend Janie Spencer. She asked me to come to take Mrs. St. John home."

Alex and Bobby looked at each other skeptically. "Uh, follow us this way, Mr. Lowell," Bobby said, leading the way to the conference room. He opened the door and stood aside as Alex and Mr. Lowell walked in first. Angel looked up at everyone. "I'm Mack Lowell, Mrs. St. John," the stranger said, extending his hand to her. She reluctantly shook his hand. "I'm a friend of your friend, Janie Spencer. She saw the accident that you were involved in on television. She called me and asked me to take you home." Angel tried to hide her surprise at the use of the nickname DeMarco called Janelle by.

Bobby and Alex caught the look. "Mr. Lowell, we're going to be keeping Mrs. St. John here for a little while," Alex said. He made a face. "Really? Is she being charged with something? I am a lawyer, you know," he said. He reached into his inner coat pocket and pulled out 2 business cards and handed them to the detectives. The law firm he belonged to was the same one that David Brewster ran. Bobby started to reach for his handcuffs, but Alex faintly shook her head. "What the hell could we charge him with?" she thought. "She's not being charged with anything, Mr. Lowell, but we do have a lot of questions that need to be answered," Alex replied.

Angel saw Bobby and Alex were thinking very hard to find a way to keep Mr. Lowell from being suspicious. "Could you tell me where the ladies room is, Detective Eames?" she asked. "Sure," Alex said. "I'll show you where it is." Angel stood up, purse in hand and followed Alex out of the door, casting a quick glance at Bobby. She smiled briefly at him. He nodded.

"Don't worry, Angel. We'll think of something to keep Mr. Snake Oil's henchman away from you," Alex said when she and Angel entered the empty ladies room. Angel went into one of the stalls and hung her purse on the hook. She stood there, wringing her hands and crying, wondering what in the world she was going to do. "You heard what I said, didn't ya? We're not going to let anything happen to you." "Yes, I heard you, Alex," she said between sniffles.

Angel came out of the stall. She stood in front of a sink, staring at her reflection in the mirror. "Everything will be okay," Alex said. "I promise." Angel nodded. She cried and bit her bottom lip and played with her locket, moving it up and down its chain with her right hand. "Janelle's life is in danger now. What do I do now?" she thought to herself. She looked down at the sink, thinking. Finally, an idea struck her. She turned on the water and leaned down to splash some on her face.

Angel reached over to the paper towel dispenser and pulled off a few sheets to dry her face. She tossed the used towels in the trashcan. She looked at her reflection in the mirror once again and thought, "Please forgive me, Bobby, for what I'm about to do." "John 15:13," she said quietly. "What you'd say, Angel?" Alex asked. Angel looked at her and gave a her a cooked smile. "John 15:13. Something I think about when there's trouble." "Oh." Angel took a deep breath as she took a small step back away from the sink. She looked at the porcelain sink, looked at her reflection in the mirror before taking another deep breath and closing her eyes, letting her whole body go limp.

"Angel!" Alex shouted as Angel's body fell forward, her forehead cracking against the sink first before the momentum carried her body backwards, allowing her head to bounce on the tile floor twice when her body came to rest. There was blood everywhere.