"I'm really glad you called," Jack told her, leaning both of his arms over the rail of the boathouse. "Though I must say I'm surprised it was so soon."

Greenlee looked up to the tall man from her position on the bench. "Yeah well," she explained, brushing her shoulder length hair behind her ear. "Slow isn't part of my vocabulary. I did it, Jackson. Scariest thing I've ever done, but I did it. I faced a home without Leo, and it was just..." her voice trailed off as she lowered her eyes.

"It hurt," Jack pointed out with sympathy. Greenlee nodded her head, but her eyes remained focused on the floor.

"Are you sure you're ready for this?" Jack asked her, taking a seat on the stairs by the entrance to the boathouse.

"As much as I'll ever be," Greenlee answered him with all the strength she could muster up.

Jack stared in astonishment at the woman sitting in front of him. Anytime he had past dealings with Greenlee she always came off as someone who never let anyone get to her. Even at Roger's funeral she still had the inner strength to take on Mary for her crap. She was unpredictable – a walking time bomb. But the woman sitting in front of him now looked worn down – almost defeated. "I'm sorry, Greenlee," Jack sighed, a hint of guilt in his voice.

"No, you're just doing your job," Greenlee told him, her eyes focused back on the DA now and off the floor. "It's for the case, right?"

Jackson's gaze turned away from Greenlee and toward the lake. There was no way Greenlee could have known it, but her look was like someone was sticking hundreds of needles into his stomach. If only she knew the truth… After a couple seconds, Jackson regained himself. "I need to know everything," Jack began, trying to avoid eye contact as much as possible. "What happened at the falls? What was Vanessa doing? What was her plan?"

The images rushed to Greenlee, clear as though they were happening all over again; but she wasn't going to run away. She knew she had to face what happened sooner or later, and there wasn't going to be a better time or place to do it. "Vanessa… she took me there and…" her voice trailing off again.

Jackson looked at her with concern as he watched her sigh. He couldn't avoid her eyes anymore, noticing some tears forming there.

"It's okay… I… I'm okay," Greenlee reassured him, noticing his concern. "Vanessa called Leo. She said if he didn't come alone that she would kill me…"

"And of course he came running," Jack helped her continue.

Greenlee gave him a half smile. That was Leo alright; always coming to her rescue. "When he found us, Vanessa told him she had money buried under the falls and once he found it she would let me go."

"The money! That's it," Jackson said excitedly. "I knew her fortune couldn't have been those piece of junk stocks! Greenlee, what happened to the money?"

"It was these diamonds in a small bag. She said they were worth millions."

"So she wanted to use the diamonds to lure Leo to run away with her," Jack realized.

"Yeah," Greenlee confirmed. "But Leo never cared about the money. He was dropping them one by one over the falls until Vanessa me go. Then Vanessa was going to shoot him and… and I tried to stop her."

"But Greenlee," Jackson interrupted her. He was now standing right in front of her, bending over to not tower over her, and hanging on her every word. "The diamonds. What happened to the diamonds?"

"I don't know," she answered him. "Vanessa knocked me over the ledge."

"Your hospital visit," Jackson acknowledged. "I heard about your fall."

"I was unconscious," Greenlee continued. "When I woke up, Vanessa began shooting at me. But Leo…" she tried to explain through her cracking voice. "Leo… he… he tried to… to stop her…" She paused as tears started to come out.

"And he saved your life," Jackson finished the sentence for her. She nodded through her wet face.

"So you never saw what happened to the diamonds?" Jackson asked her.

Greenlee shook her head as she tried to dry her face with her jacket.

"Okay," Jackson stood up straight. "It looks like this is enough for you. Thank you for calling, Greenlee. You've been a big help. Can I give you a ride somewhere?"

"No, that's okay," she responded. "I think I'm going to stay here a little while longer."

"Sure," the DA replied, turning around to leave. "But if you remember anything about the diamonds or anything else, I need you to give me a call."

Greenlee gave him a nod and watched him leave. She ran her right hand through her hair, pausing for a second when she reached the top of her head. Looking around the boathouse, she remembered all of the time she had spent there with Leo. But this was different than the loft. In the loft her memories were painful, maybe because Vanessa had violated that spot. But here the memories gave her warmth; here she felt safe.

She stood up and sighed. Walking around the boathouse with her hands in her pockets, desperate to hold on to the first bit of comfort she had felt since the falls, she remembered all the great moments she had experienced in this place.

"This a private party?" a large man with a very noticeable bruise on his left cheek asked her as he walked up the steps into the boathouse.

"I was just leaving," Greenlee told him, talking some steps towards the man to pass him. She didn't need to feel close to Leo with an audience. But the man took a step to the side, blocking her way.

"Excuse me," she told him with frustration; but the man didn't budge. Greenlee looked at him angrily. She had finally found a moment of peace; and not only had this guy taken that away from her, but he now had to nerve to stop her from leaving. "Are you deaf or something? Get the hell out of my way!" she ordered.

"I heard you were a firecracker," the large man told her. "That was one of the things Leo found so attractive about you, right? I don't know; I just think you're hot."

The mention of Leo made Greenlee shudder. "Who are you?" She asked uneasily. "How do you know my husband?"

The man pulled back his heavy coat and pulled out the knife that was hidden on his hip. A terrified Greenlee began to slowly back away. "What do you want?" she asked – her voice anything but steady.

"I need those diamonds back, sweetie," the man answered as he walked towards her with a grin. "And you're going to help me get them out in the open."

Greenlee tried running for the door on the other side of the boathouse, but the man easily caught her. Greenlee screamed as he held up the knife in his free hand.

Bang!

Greenlee was shocked to realize she was still alive, and even more shocked to see her attacker lying dead at her feet, the bullet wound visible on the back of his head. Trembling in shock, she looked around for her savior but saw no one.

In the woods, a man put his gun onto the passenger seat of his car and drove off. "Bubba, you idiot," he said to himself. "Can't find good help these days." If he had just followed orders, everything still could have gone off without a hitch, but now everyone would know that something was up. Killing Bubba had considerably shortened his time frame; he was going to have to find Leo quickly. But he did what he had to do. Besides, he couldn't let Greenlee get hurt.

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Greenlee stood in stunned silence as she watched the police carry the body away. Another brush with death narrowly avoided; how many times was she supposed to go through these things?

"Greenlee?" Jackson waved his hand in front of her eyes to get her attention. "Greenlee, you were telling me about what happened, remember? When this guy attacked you, did he say what he wanted? What he was after?"

"He said something about getting the diamonds back out in the open," Greenlee half-heartedly told him.

"Anything else?" Jack probed eagerly, but Greenlee continued to stare away. "Greenlee? I really need your help on this."

"Greenlee!" David shouted as he entered the boathouse, Trey only a couple steps behind his big brother. He ran over to Greenlee and embraced his sister-in-law. "I came as soon as I got your message. Are you alright? Did he hurt you at all?"

Greenlee shook her head as David ran his hands through her hair. "Thank God! I don't know what I would do if I lost you too," he told her, hugging her again.

"Greenlee," Jack interrupted the family moment. "Are you going to answer my question?"

"Leave her alone!" Trey scolded him, his hand on the DA's chest to keep him at bay. "Can't you see she's been through enough?"

"What do you think, Greenlee?" David asked her softly. "Take me home, David," she sniffed.

"Are you sure, Greenlee?" Jack questioned her. "We aren't done here yet and…"

"I said take me home now, damn it!" Greenlee cried at David. David put his arm around her and motioned to Trey to leave with them.

"Please reconsider, Greenlee," Jackson called after her. David turned his head around angrily at him: "Look at her! How unfreaking sensitive can you be, Jackson! Ignore him, Greenlee. We're going."

"Thanks guys," Greenlee told her brothers-in-law after they reached the footpath outside the boathouse. "It's just too much. Why does the universe always make the lunatics go after me?"

"It's alright, Greenlee," Trey tried comforting her. "You're safe now. It's all over."

"Sure it is," she sarcastically told him. "Until someone else comes looking for those damn diamonds." She looked up to the night sky. "Even in death your witch of a mother won't leave me alone."

David stopped short. Forcing her to look him in the eyes he placed his hands on her shoulders. "Just tell us what you want us to do," he tried to put her at ease.

She looked at him, and then over at Trey, and then back at David. "Well," she began. "Could you two stay with me tonight? I… I don't want to be alone."

Ten minutes later, the three of them exited the elevator outside her loft. A box was waiting next to the door with a piece of paper taped to the top of it. Greenlee picked up the paper and read the message out loud:

"Something I found in my loft. I think it belonged to Leo – Simone."

"Do you want us to bring that in for you?" Trey offered; but Greenlee had already picked it up and was walking into the loft. "Guess she has to keep Leo all to herself," Trey shrugged at his brother as they followed her inside.

"We'll stay out here," David told her. "The couch and the chair will do just fine for the night. We'll be right here if you need us."

Greenlee quickly thanked David and rushed to her room with the package, desperate to have another connection to her lost husband. She tore it open to find two blocks of wood. Why would Simone give her pieces of wood? she wondered, taking them out. This was an awful time for practical jokes. She examined the wood and found nothing out of the ordinary; just some useful firewood. Disappointed, she turned to put them back in the box and saw a note sitting at the bottom of it. Assuming Simone put the wood in to add some weight to the package, she hurriedly took out the note – it must be another one of Leo's; but why would Simone have it. Nothing here seemed to add up. Curiously, she unfolded to piece of paper in her hands and read its contents:

"Cabin 32. Come alone."

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With a beaming countenance, Mrs. Foster placed her keys down on the kitchen table. Leo had been pacing through the cabin the entire time she was gone, hoping everything would work out. Still very sore from his fall, the pacing probably was doing him more harm than good – even forcing him to buckle over in brief shots of pain more than once – but he couldn't just sit down and wait patiently while everything was on the line. "Don't worry, Leo," Claire told him, practically humming. "Everything went perfectly. No one knew I was there."

Leo jumped at the news. If Greenlee gets that package, he's got a chance. No one would be suspicious of a package from Simone with one of his things; and knowing Greenlee, she would be the only one to see the real message inside the box. Now he had to wait.

"Why don't you get some rest, Leo?" his hostess advised. "You may be having a very important day tomorrow."

Leo laughed in joy, so hard that another shot of pain ran through his chest. Claire noticed and advised him again, though this time more sternly: "Leo, go rest up."

He obliged and made his way toward his room, knowing that there was no way he was going to get any sleep anyway. Leo prayed Greenlee was alright. He hoped she would get the message and come; but her not knowing the gravity of the situation worried him. Maybe she wouldn't come alone? Maybe she wouldn't come at all? These thoughts kept Leo up most of the night. Maybe whoever was after him had already gotten to her? What if they would hurt her to find out where he was? He had to tell her everything. He had to let her know he was okay. He had to take away the pain of her thinking he was gone. And for all that she had to come and come alone – no one could be trusted.

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Greenlee rubbed on the three diamonds of her necklace: "Please be you, Leo," she whispered. "Somehow, let it please be you."

She had rushed David and Trey out that morning. Jackson had also called bright and early to check on her and see if she was doing alright. All three of them figured something weird was going on but she didn't care. All that mattered to her was that something in that cabin was connected to Leo, and she had to find out what. Unsure why exactly she did it, she took a quick look in the mirror to straighten her hair and make sure her outfit brought out her finer qualities. Pleased with the results, she grabbed her jacket and opened the door to leave and saw Ryan standing there – his fist in the air as if he was about to knock.

"Ryan!" she exclaimed with surprised, putting her hand up to her chest. "You scared me half to death!"

"I heard about what happened yesterday," Ryan anxiously told her, ignoring her surprise. "Are you okay? Are you hurt? God, I was so worried when I heard…"

Greenlee's confused look cut him off. "Huh? Since when do you care about me?" she asked.

"Well… you were Leo's wife," Ryan stammered, uncomfortably scratching the back of his head.

"Whatever," she brushed him off. "I don't have time for this. I have to be somewhere."

"Wait," Ryan stopped her. "You just got attacked. You were almost killed by some maniac. And now you're going out on the town in that little getup? Where are you going dressed like that?"

"That's none of your business."

"I'm coming with you," he firmly announced. "I insist."

"No, Ryan, I really should be going myself," Greenlee tried to get rid of him. "You wouldn't want to come anyway. You'll be bored, trust me."

"Greenlee, I'm coming," he persisted. "And if you don't let me come with you I'm going to follow you, end of story. You were almost killed yesterday, and from what I hear it was far from a random attack – I'm not letting you go anywhere alone."