I just remembered that I never placed a disclaimer on my earlier chapters so here is one now.

Disclaimer:I do not own anything Lewis-related and am very depressed about this. If I had my way, I would at least own Jean Innocent (because she is goddess of all things awesome)and James Hathaway(because he is a dish).Unfortunately,all I own is my little story.

Chapter Three- The Real Mister Innocent

"It's funny," said Inspector Robbie Lewis to the woman kneeling beside him. "I always thought that when I finally met Mr Innocent, he'd be a bit more..."

"Alive?" Dr Laura Hobson replied helpfully, raising an eyebrow at Lewis before returning her attention to the body. Her tone grew solemn. "Me too, Robbie."

"Well, what do we know so far, Dr Hobson?"

"So far? Not much. We know that the super is in the clear. Time of death was about 12 pm., and the 9-9-9 call was made at 12:30. According to you, Jean was in her office from 9:00 a.m. right up until the time the call was made."

"I can certainly vouch for her meself from about 11:00 to 12:00, and Hathaway was with her when the call was made."

"And where is the dishy sergeant now?"

"He's still with the super. She kind of lost it a bit when she saw the body. So, I told James to sit with her until she calmed down a bit. I told him when he was done, the two of them could go question the painter who made the 9-9-9 call."

"Couldn't you do that?"

"Well... I... figured he'd be better at that sort of thing. Besides, I wanted to talk to you, Laura."

Hobson rose to her feet. It had been so long since she had a man enjoy her company as much as she enjoyed his." Look I realize this isn't the ideal time and place, but I want you to know that I had a really good time last night," she said, looking Robbie in the eye.

"Me too. 'Though, I wish the filet mignon had lived up to its reputation."

"I'm just glad the company did."

"Really? Who've you been talking too?"

"Our radiant DCS made a point of mentioning how charming and attentive you were the last time that you had to escort her somewhere."

"You mean the last time I pretended to be Mr Innocent?" he said. His expression sobered. "I guess I won't have to perform that particular task anymore."

"No, I guess you won't. That's the one good thing about this horrible matter."

"Yeah, it was bloody annoying to have to impersonate someone I didn't know a blasted thing about."

"Actually, I meant that I'll no longer have to share you with Jean Innocent."

Robbie stared at her, shocked to learn that Laura was jealous of his time spent with Jean.

"Oh, come off it, Laura. I mean, I'll be honest, the Chief Super is attractive, but I'm not at all interested. She's not my type and what's more important, I don't think that I'm hers."

"True, but you still can't blame me for feeling jealous. It wasn't easy to see Jean dressed up to the nines and you looking so very dashing and debonair. I was half afraid that you and the Super would waltz right off into the sunset, leaving me behind forever."

Lewis chuckled slightly. "I'd have to be able to waltz first."

Laura, however, didn't smile back. "It didn't help that you two make such an attractive couple."

"I think that we make a far more attractive one."

"We might, if I wasn't so often covered in blood."

Lewis leaned down and kissed her on the cheek.

"Ah, but if you weren't so often covered in blood, you wouldn't be my Laura."

Hobson blushed a bit and once again knelt down beside John Innocent's corpse. Lewis followed suit.

"Anyway, Laura, is there anything else I need to know?"

"Well, even if the chief super didn't have such an ironclad alibi, I'd still know that she wasn't responsible. We're looking for a man- not a woman."

"How can you tell?"

"Well, for one thing, look at the way, his arm is bent. I'd have to do an x-ray to know for sure, but I'm pretty sure it's broken. And since the floor on which we found the body was heavily carpeted..."

"The arm would have had to have been broken by the attacker and not by the fall itself."

"Yes, and I doubt very many women would be capable of that. And another thing, see how deeply the knife penetrates his chest? It would have taken a lot of strength to drive that knife home, strength that women just don't possess. No, this was done by a man, and a very angry man at that."

"So, we just need to think of angry man with enough motive and opportunity to kill Mr Innocent."

"You mean, you haven't solved it yet?" came a voice from behind Lewis. He turned to see his tall and lanky sergeant walking toward them.

"I had it figured out the moment I saw the body," said James Hathaway.

"Would you care to enlighten us lesser mortals, then?" said Robbie, smirking at James.

"It was the Russian Secret Service," said Hathaway, with a completely straight face. "You see, once they found out that Mr Innocent's work with MI6 was what foiled their latest world-domination plan, they decided to assassinate him."

Lewis smiled. One of the many terrible things about Mr Innocent's death was that Lewis and his friends could no longer speculate on Mr Innocent's existence or occupation.

"You could be right, Sergeant. But I've always maintained that Mr Innocent was an international diamond thief. Maybe one of his victims killed him in revenge."

"Would you two stop it?" Dr Hobson sighed. "This is neither the time nor the place to be joking around."

"Yeah, I suppose so," Lewis said. He turned to Hathaway. "So, is…is Jean okay? "

" She took it pretty hard as you can imagine, and it took awhile to calm her down. She's not exactly calm in any sense of the word, but at least she's more composed now. In the meantime, she's gone back to the station She said she needed to make some calls, but I think she really just wants some time on her own."

" I can believe that," Lewis responded, thinking of the way everyone had seemed to swarm him after Val's death—when all he'd really wanted was a little peace and quiet. " You know I hadn't thought of it before, but she's probably not going to be allowed to oversee the case. Conflict of interest, you know?"

"It'll be odd working under someone else. I've gotten so used to her bossing us around."

"Yeah, me too," Lewis said.

Hathaway gestured down at Mr Innocent's body. "So this is the famous Mr Innocent? He's not at all what I was anticipating."

Laura gave James a pointed look." What were you expecting?"

"I dunno. Taller. More muscular. Better-looking. Jean Innocent is a fairly remarkable woman. I guess I just assumed that any husband of hers would be just as remarkable."

Lewis nodded. "He is a bit disappointing. I think I liked him better as an enigma and most definitely as a live enigma at that."

" Most definitely. Wish we'd gotten the chance to meet him for real. Poor Jean," Hathaway added sombrely. "Anyway, we should be getting back to the station. And Laura, call us right away if you find anything useful. I've…I've promised the chief super we'll get to the bottom of this as soon as we can."

" I will. And boys? Good luck."

" Thanks," said James. " Unless I'm missing my guess we're going to need it."

Just thought I'd let you all know that the kiss alluded to in the story summary will be occurring in the next chapter. Jean will be kissing James, Laura, or Robbie (though obviously just one- her day has been complicated enough). I'm obviously not going to tell you which one, but some of you may find it surprising and unorthodox. So, if the thought of our Chief Super kissing any of them makes you squirm inside, you may want to skip Chapter 4. (Note: this one kiss is as physical as I plan on making the relationship, although it will be alluded to in subsequent chapters as primarily comic relief/ just another problem for Jean to deal with.)