If you're waiting for the all clear, there are no more Season 4 spoliers!

meadow567 - I had sooo much fun writing those chapters, so I'm glad you liked!

RK9 - Hey! I hope your grandfather is alright?! Look after that penguin - I've grown rather fond of him.

demolished-soul - It seemed such a waste of a car - my mouth was hanging open in shock too! The problem with homework, is no sooner have you finished one lot, then they've set you more (:c)

Aphina - lol. I still don't think of myself as funny - I just think I try too hard! I thought I would be nice to Taylor for once, let her help a little more than usual, as you're right - the sinister is lurking!

sparkyCSI - I want a KITT! Or a transformer. I'd settle for either for my car! lol. Realistically, I see at least another 100 chapters. Which worries me somewhat. But so long as people will continue to read, I won't be killing Taylor off!

Um no spoilers anymore, just lots of harmless fun, and lots of thanks so my wonderful beta!

What The Eyes Can't See

Chapter 150: And I can die when I'm done

Taylor glanced up from her laptop at the sound of her phone beeping. She looked around, trying to work out exactly where the beep was radiating from and finally found it on her bed.

She opened up the text message and read, laughing.

Tay – the cast is off and my leg is SO white. Everyone's off on Saturday. Let's go to the beach so I get some color on my calves and take advantage of the weather whilst it lasts! Let me know!

She quickly typed her affirmative response and headed straight for her drawers looking for a bikini.

By Saturday, she was jumping around excitedly and it was all Flack could do to watch her in amusement. 'You normally get this excited about the beach?'

Taylor shrugged, turning on the radio to an upbeat Mika number and turned her attention back to her drawers. 'Yup.' She frowned. 'I found my bikini the other day and now I have no idea where it is!'

Flack leant down the side of the bed and pulled out the black halter neck bikini and held it up with his fingers. 'This one?'

Taylor snatched it off him. 'How did that end up down there?'

'I think you swept it off the bed last night – said it was in the way,' he chuckled.

Taylor rolled her eyes as she began to put the bikini on.

Flack leant back onto the bed, forgetting about the tie he was about to tie, and smirked. 'Maybe I should call in sick and head to the beach too.'

'Fat chance,' Taylor snorted, tying the back. 'This is a girl's day out, and you lack the anatomy to be able to come.' She pulled her shorts on and walked over to the bed, kneeling next to him and began to tie the tie for him. 'You're going to work.'

'Fine,' Flack pouted.

Taylor pouted back as she grabbed his chin so his cheeks became squished, wiggling his head side to side. 'Don't pout,' she told him, before kissing him. 'I will see you later this evening!'

By the time she had pulled up outside Peyton's –the last stop, she was itching to get on the sand.

'Remind me why it was necessary to go to the beach this early?' Peyton yawned as she slid into the front of the car.

'Because Taylor seems to think the beach will be full after nine,' Jennifer yawned from the back seat where she was sitting with her girlfriend, Brie.

Taylor glared at the detective in her rear view mirror. 'You will be thanking me in twenty minutes, believe me.'

There was a beep from behind, and Taylor's eye flicked from Jennifer to out of the back window at Kendall who was busy hammering the horn to her lime green Beetle, Stella wildly waving her arms next to her, indicating to get a move on. Taylor laughed and pulled out.

It took a little longer than twenty minutes to get to the beach, but it was already showing signs of being insanely busy. According to the weather girl on Channel 6, it was going to break the following weekend, although, Taylor had been chatting with Mel – the weather expert for the Daily and she was convinced that it was just going to get heavy and humid and stay like that before the weather broke the following week.

Either way, Taylor, like half of New York City, it seemed, had the intention of making the most of the September heat wave.

'Geeze, you took your sweet time,' Stella moaned, joining her as she helped unload the bags from the trunk.

Taylor looked up, her hand hovering over the ice chest and frowned. 'I can only go as fast as the person in front of me.'

'There's no one in front of you now,' Stella told her, all but snatching the chest away from her and heading down onto the sand.

Taylor just laughed, grabbed her bag, and slammed the trunk shut, before yanking off her flip flops and tearing after the others, laughing her head off.

There was actually really only one spot big enough for the seven of them without having to trek further away from their cars – right next to a brilliant white sun parasol. Taylor jumped down, bagging a spot and was unrolling her towel when an eerily familiar voice rang out.

'Taylor Turner?'

Taylor couldn't stop her shoulders from tensing up. 'Devon?' she turned, smiling.

'I thought it was you!' the strawberry blonde exclaimed happily. 'I see great minds think alike.'

'They sure do,' Taylor responded. She glanced over at the others – they were all staring questioningly at her, except Stella, who had already met Devon. 'Um, this is Devon Maxford, Marty's…'

'Girlfriend,' Devon finished.

'Um, Devon, this is Lindsay Monroe, CSI at the crime lab; Peyton Driscoll, ME; Kendall Novak, DNA and Trace analyst; Jennifer Angell, Detective; Brianna Clark, Jennifer's girlfriend… and I think you've met Stella.' Taylor introduced the group, wondering if Devon really was turning her nose up, or if that was just her imagination. She decided to go for the latter and settled down on the towel, pulling her t-shirt and shorts off.

With the sun cream firmly applied, she settled back, allowing her body to drink up the sun like a deprived flower.

'I think I prefer my beach at the Hamptons.'

Thankfully, Taylor's eyes were closed, and hidden behind her large, pilot sunglasses for Devon to have noticed the rolling of her eyes.

'And why is that?' Brie asked.

'It's quieter,' Devon explained. 'So, Taylor, do you work at the crime lab or something?'

Taylor licked her lips and propped herself up on her elbows. 'I work for the New York Daily, Devon.'

'Yes,' Devon agreed as though Taylor was stupid. 'But all your friends here seem to work, well, with death. Which is icky. I'm trying to convince Martin to take up Daddy's offer of head of oncology at the Manhattan Private.'

Whilst Taylor was desperately trying to remember at what point Marty had ever hinted that he wanted to switch to cancer patients, much less, go private, it was Lindsay who spoke up.

'Marty likes the morgue. He likes the hours better.'

Devon peered at her over the top of her sunglasses. 'That's because he doesn't know any better, Lucy.'

'It's Lindsay.'

'Quite,' Devon humphed, leaning to pull out a magazine from her bag. She glanced back at Taylor. 'But you haven't explained how you know these people.'

'Marty's my flat mate,' she said, shrugging. 'And my boyfriend is a detective.'

'Do you have any other friends outside of the world of death?'

'Do you want me to get Aiden and Eirik to dump her in the Atlantic?' Maddy asked, appearing on the edge of Devon's lounger.

'No,' Taylor sighed.

'Well it's a good job you have me then,' Devon declared, clearly thinking Taylor was talking to her.

'You sure you-' Maddy started to press.

Taylor leapt up, sending sand showering over Peyton who was lying next to her. 'I'll be back,' she declared, making her way down to the sea.

'You alright?' Stella asked, jogging to catch her up.

'Check you out with the fastness,' Taylor laughed.

Stella did a little jiggle. 'I got my leg back. I get to leave the lab and see the outside world. I'm happy. But you, you seem lost in thought.'

Taylor, who had been gazing out across the ocean turned her head and smiled. 'I'm fine,' she reassured her. 'I just don't know what I make of Marty's new girlfriend, and I don't want to upset her.'

'I have no idea how Marty ended up with her,' Stella admitted.

Taylor sighed, stepping her toes into the surf, allowing the cold water to run over them.

'Look, I know it's a few weeks off, but Lindsay's birthday is at the end of October. She's going to be thirty. Any ideas?'

Taylor looked back at the woman in question who was rolling onto her stomach. A grin began to creep over her face. 'I do. Let me talk to Sasha and see where does it.'

'Where what does what?' Stella asked, puzzled at Taylor's cryptic response.

'Let me work on it,' Taylor told her, happy to have a mission.

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'You have a Xena outfit?' Jennifer exclaimed loudly.

Taylor lifted her head long enough to see Jen, Brie, Kendall and Devon sitting under Devon's parasol, laughing. She yawned and stretched out a kink in her neck – at some point, she had fallen asleep.

'Yeah,' Kendall admitted. 'I don't wear it as much as I used to, but I love Xena – it's my passion.'

Which was when a little puppy went charging over to them, grabbing Lindsay's sunhat. 'Hey!' she shouted, startled and blinded by the sunlight.

Taylor burst out laughing, leaping to her feet, as she chased after the dog. She was joined by Stella, Kendall and Jen as they tried to corner it. Clearly, it thought it was a game as it darted around them.

'Come back here!' Taylor shouted. She, Kendall and Jen, went to corner it in, when its owner shouted it.

'Pip!'

The dog froze, and Taylor, Jen, and Kendall ended up swallowing a large mouthful of seawater as they went flying into the water.

Taylor sat up, shivering as Stella stood on the sidelines laughing so hard she was doubled over.

'Stella?'

Taylor pulled her glasses off as she tried to work out who was talking to Stella. 'Adam?'

Adam looked over at the three women as they pulled themselves to their feet, his face turning a crimson color in embarrassment as he realized what had happened. 'I am so sorry,' he stammered, growing even redder.

'Ross, you owe me a drink!' Kendall exclaimed, her hands on her hips.

Adam gulped, looking like a rabbit caught in headlights.

Kendall winked at Taylor. 'Now,' she demanded, grabbing Adam's hand and pulling him in the direction of one of the beach side cafés.

Taylor turned to Stella, who shrugged. And then burst out laughing at the sight of Jen and Taylor looking so wet and pathetic.

'I don't know why you're laughing,' Taylor told her. 'That was your ride.'

Stella stopped laughing and turned to face Adam and Kendall's retreating back. 'Hey, Kendall! How long are you going to be?'

Adam started to turn, Kendall jerked him forward. She raised her other hand as Adam stumbled slightly, waving to Stella, rather than shouting a reply.

'Guess you're walking,' Taylor smirked.

Stella glowered at her.

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'I don't think she's coming back,' Stella sighed a while later.

Taylor frowned. 'I don't think I can fit six people in my car,' she muttered.

'It's alright,' Peyton told them. 'Mac's going to meet me at the restaurant on the pier at seven, so it's only five.'

'Really?' Stella asked in surprise.

Peyton nodded. 'Yes. Why?'

Stella held her hands up in defense. 'I don't mean anything by it. It just sounds very un-Mac-like.'

Devon looked over. 'My car is here. Would anyone like a ride?'

Brie pulled her watch out from her bag and sighed. 'I have to be at work in a couple of hours.'

Jennifer stretched, arching her back. 'I suppose we should get going. We'll take you up on that offer,' she told Devon.

Devon nodded and waved her driver over, watching as he collected her things and loaded them into the car. 'Taylor, I'll call you,' she said, waving.

Taylor's smile remained frozen on her face until the car had driven off.

Lindsay sat up. 'Alright, what is Marty doing with her, and how did he meet her?'

And Taylor cracked up laughing. 'She's not that bad,' she admitted, finally. 'I think she's been spoilt by daddy, she just…'

'Doesn't seem like the woman Marty's going to settle down with?' Peyton offered.

'I think we're forgetting something,' said Stella.

'What?' Taylor asked.

'This Marty. He's probably only thinking about one thing.'

Taylor nodded. 'He did tell me that, actually,' she sighed. 'Although he flies back tomorrow, so I'd like to see how the long distance thing works.'

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They waited until Mac arrived before the three remaining women headed back home. Taylor dropped them off at their respective apartments and headed home.

She wandered into the living room and flopped down in front of the television, falling asleep almost instantly.

Taylor peeked her eyes open a while later, after the feeling of someone watching her had set in. 'How long have you been there?' she asked Flack, shuffling over to make room.

'A while,' he admitted. 'How was the beach?'

Taylor just smiled, nestling herself into the nook under his arm. 'Shhhh. Need energy for house hunting tomorrow,' she muttered, falling back asleep.

So, out of curiosity, does anyone know how to rewire a boiler...? The rabbits may have eaten through the power cable... Well, at least the cooker is gas - I shall not be kept from my rabbit pie!!