Hola amigos! So yeah it has been a little while since I've updated -_- truth be told I had a bit of trouble writing this one *sigh* I just wasn't getting that much into it... Ah, well...Thanks for all your reviews! They made my day so much better you have no idea. Anyway, here is the next chapter- enjoy (:

Hauser knew it was a lost cause. He stared at the door, his phone in hand as he listened intently to the message for what seemed to be the hundredth time, still feeling just as incredulous about the situation as before.

Houser, as you know I got out of the hospital and am now ready to get back to work. The only problem is that for some reason the lab won't let me in right now so I need you to give me a call back and tell me if you changed the password or something. Thanks! Rebecca.

He sighed and removed the phone from his ear, still in bewilderment from this girl. She had been out of the hospital for about three maybe four days at most yet she still called to try and get back to work. Unbelievable.

He ran a hand over his face and sighed. This girl would be the death of him. He was almost sure of it. He went over and knocked on the black door, waiting for the apartment to open. He vaguely heard the sound of feet pounding before the door flung open to reveal Rebecca, her face flushed and hair tucked behind her ears.

"Hauser." she said, sounding a bit surprised at the unplanned visit. How typical. He gave her a curt nod before marching past her into the room and taking a look around.

Good God... She didn't need the Alcatraz lab; she had one of her own. Papers and notes were literally everywhere, weapons laid mucked about and pictures were scribbled and highlighted. Holy crap, she was even crazier than he originally thought.

"I got your call." he told her, still staring at the mess of files around him. Rebecca strode up and collapsed on the couch, rubbing her side absent mindedly as she looked up at him from eyes that had bits of darkness under them, making it look as though she hadn't gotten some decent sleep in awhile.

"Well?" she demanded and Hauser shook his head in exasperation. She was so young...She didn't understand much of the world yet. He just knew she was going to take this news...not so well.

"No Rebecca." he told her and she glanced up at him in confusion. Probably half because he addressed her by her first name and second because she probably just wasn't used to the word 'no' and 'Rebecca' being in the same sentence.

"You can't go back to work." he clarified and her face looked even more stunned. To be honest he might have let her returned if she had been in better condition. The thing was he did care about her to some extent. Not the way a father or something would look at her but more like...A close friend at most. He knew her well enough to know she was strong and usually best it left her to her own devices. But her going to hunt down criminals after getting stabbed? He was not letting that happen.

"Wha-?" she started to sputter "Yes I can!" she spat out "What makes you think you can't let me go back to work? I am fully healed and-"

"And the doctors told you, you weren't allowed to return to doing any stressing activity for another three weeks. Yes, I have the letter." he told her, holding up an envelope which had been delivered to him. It looked as though the doctors had spent enough time with Rebecca to know she would try to return to her job to soon.

"The doctors don't know anything." she scowled and looked him squared in the eye "I am going. You can't tell me what to do." Hauser raised an eyebrow.

"I think, you'll find as your boss. I really can." there was a pause and Rebecca turned a light shade of red from anger as she seemed to try to come up with a way to figure out how to out-wit him.

"You can't...I can...Even...When...Ugh!" she groaned and kicked the side of her wall, wincing and putting her hand on her stomach. Hauser rolled his eyes and put his phone and handcuffs on the counter, having a pretty good idea that he wasn't going to be leaving real soon. As Rebecca spouted off objections and reasons why she should return as soon as possible Hauser spotted a interesting looking bottle towards the back of her table.

"Have you been taking any sleeping pills?" he asked her, noticing the bottle was half-empty.

"What?" Rebecca asked, looking dejected that she had been interrupted during her rant "No. Why?" she asked and Hauser just shrugged, curious as to why the bottle was there. He looked over at Rebecca confused. He would never understand women. Even Lucy didn't make much sense to him anymore. He turned to look at Rebecca who was still trying to get into going into work.

Why couldn't she be normal and want a break? He knew that as of right now, Rebecca Madsen mainly wanted to go for one reason-

Tommy Madsen.

Hauser had a pretty good idea that he was one of the main catalyst for her current behavior- well that and because he knew that she was probably one of the most stubborn people alive. Which was why it was a good thing she was on their side.

"Are you even listening to me?" she demanded when she saw Hauser looking a little dazed. He shook his head clear and tried to keep himself focused.

"You're not going. If you do, you're fired. Got it?" he asked her and watched as she curled her hands up and stood up higher, trying to reach his height. However, she must have realized that he had won the argument because she backed down and just glared at him, turning and pointing at the door.

Wonderful. Now he was getting kicked out.

As he left, he heard the hard slam of the door behind him and Hauser just shook his head slightly at the childish behavior. He expected that sort of thing from Soto maybe but not her...Of course it was Rebecca they were talking about...Learn to expect the unexpected he supposed.

As he walked out of the lobby he heard something to his right make a distinct sound of clearing their throat. Hauser felt his eyes wander towards the direction, scanning around the outside of the building for the person. Finally, he spotted someone looking at him before their head went back down to something in their hand and addressing him.

"Walk with me?" the man asked and Hauser felt his body stiffen before he went for his gun.

Tommy Madsen. Of course. Who else would be so reckless and completely stupid to be here at this moment?

He was casually leaning on the side of the building, looking intently on an iPhone screen, shaking his head in amazement.

"This stuff is incredible." he muttered, ignoring the gun that Hauser was now pointing at him.

"Yes. Too bad you won't be able to use it in jail. Get on the ground." Tommy looked up at Hauser skeptically and shook his head.

"Come on, we both know you need me for information. You won't shoot me." he told him and Hauser gritted his teeth and dug the gun into the side of his cheek.

"Would you like to test me?" he asked "And it seemed to me you weren't that confident when you stabbed Rebecca to get away." Tommy, who still seemed at ease, rolled his eyes.

"Well it was Rebecca then wasn't it? You never know with her, she might have really shot me. However, I know you know my value of information." his tone was slightly flattering, obviously trying to lull Hauser into putting his weapon down.

"I do. That doesn't mean I won't shoot you though. Why are you here? And for God's sake get on the ground!" Tommy again ignored the command and backed up slightly so the gun wasn't touching him anymore.

"Put that away, people are beginning to look." he muttered and Hauser realized the son-of-a-bitch was right. A little girl was tugging on her mother's dress, pointing at them while others were looking alarmed at the scene as they hurried by.

"I still have the gun. I will shoot you." Hauser warned and gestured to the empty alley way a couple yards away. Tommy shrugged and nonchalantly strolled over to it as though he didn't have a care in the world. Typical.

Once they were there Hauser wasted no time using the back of his gun to hit Madsen, making him fall to the ground.

"Do you want to talk here or back at Alcatraz?" he asked as he aimed the gun at the back of his head.

"I wanted to thank you." Tommy said, his hands up in a surrendering position "For you know...keeping Becca out of trouble for the next couple days." Hauser snorted.

"You killed her. Why would you care? What do you really want?" he snarled.

"I'm being honest." Tommy replied, his voice taking on a cold tone "And I'm not going to explain it to you." Hauser stared hard at the back of Tommy, trying to figure out his motive right now. Even if Madsen had wanted to thank him… Why would he come out into the open to do it?

"What do you want? Oh, and in case you are getting ideas, know that I am wearing a bullet proof suit under this in case you want to stab something." that was a lie, but Hauser thought it sounded reasonable enough, most detectives really did wear bullet proof things under clothes...He would have to recommend that to Rebecca.

"I'm not going to stab you! I really wanted to thank you. For everything. You are keeping her out of trouble- though I would prefer it if you fired her, but hey, you are still doing pretty well."

"Well you're welcome. Anything else you need to say before I ship you off?"

"Yeah," Tommy said, still sounding strangely calm "Horace Benson."

"Excuse me?"

"He's the next guy coming back. I would look over near San Diego area for him. Though, I'm sure he'll be coming over here soon enough."

"Why is that?"

"His mission is to kill you." Tommy said with a lack of discretion.

"Oh, wonderful." Hauser muttered. He couldn't remember the name 'Horace Benson'. What was Madsen up to? He vaguely wished Lucy was here, to help him... And...other reasons. Shaking himself, he tried to focus at the task at hand.

"Alright," he said business like "I am going to handcuff you now so-" he paused and then froze as he dug in his pockets. Damn! His mind flashed back to when he was in Rebecca's apartment, he put them down and...Aw, damn.

A small chuckle came from Tommy and Hauser scowled.

"Did you plan this?" he demanded and Tommy shrugged.

"I can't make you forget your handcuffs." he said with a smug voice and Hauser swore quietly under his breath.

"I can still shoot you." he warned and Tommy shrugged, turning so he could face Hauser.

"Did she look better?" he asked and Hauser felt a sudden urge to kick him, half of him wanted to shoot his leg just so he could make sure the little bastard didn't get away but he wasn't for sure how well that would work out.

"She looked better when she didn't have a knife in her side." he told him and Tommy looked down at his hands. A sudden though crossed Hauser's mind again, as he was trying to figure out if he should call Rebecca and tell her to bring down his handcuffs...Though that wouldn't work because one: she would just attack Tommy and two:...he had left his phone up there conveniently as well...

"Are you trying to kill her again?" he demanded and Tommy blinked, looking stunned and deeply offended.

"No!" he hissed out, his face turning the same color of red he had just saw on his granddaughter's face minutes ago. Huh, maybe it was a family thing. "I didn't...You...I..." Tommy went off on a swearing spree, making Hauser wonder why he got so upset over the matter.

"Well I saw the bottle of pills on her counter, are you drugging her?" he asked and clicked the gun for emphasis.

"No! I've been putting those in her water so she would actually get some sleep at night instead of trying to solve all those cases by herself." Tommy spat out and Hauser stared. What the heck? He made a mental note to make sure Lucy didn't have any private sessions alone with him.

At this point, Tommy stood up and Hauser shot the ground as warning, Tommy didn't flinch. Instead he simply leaned against the wall and brought out the iPhone, clicking away again.

What the hell was it with this guy?

Hauser frowned and figured he would just have to shoot him in the leg, knock him out, and carry him to the lab- it was the only way he could think of doing this without killing him. He raised the gun when-

"Hauser!" Hauser turned, still aiming the gun at Tommy as he watched a still angry looking Rebecca march down the street, his handcuffs in her right hand. "You forgot these." she told him and shoved the metal cuffs and phone at him. "Looks like you are getting a bit old and forgetting things. Maybe if someone younger would help you out then-"

"Thank you." he interrupted her dryly and waited for her to look at Tommy and scream. Instead she just gave him another scathing look and raced back up the street. Confused, he turned back to Madsen and-

No! How had he gotten away so quietly? He was only turned around for a second if even that! That was absolutely impossible! And wouldn't Rebecca have spotted him as well? Unbelievable.

Hauser harshly stuffed his things into his coat and was about to attempt to track the jerk down when he saw that the iPhone Tommy had been playing with laid on the ground, untouched. Carefully, he reached down and grabbed it, looking for any clues as to where Tommy had just left to go...and how he had done it.

Instead he found that he had typed something on it-

Hauser,

As a thank you gift I give you these. Keep an eye of Rebecca and please try to make sure she stays away from me as well. Thanks- Tommy

What. The. Hell. This whole trip had been pointless! What was Madsen trying to accomplish? He glared at the screen before realizing what was written underneath it.

Holy crap.

I didn't like this one too much but the next one should be better...Tell me what you think :P I love all the reviews you guys send me, it makes my day so much better. I also really do take what you guys say into consideration so if you have any suggestions (because I'm running out of ideas) please tell me!

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