©2005 Closure
 By: Cheryl Pillsbury
Beta Reader: David J. Duncan

Up in the Highlands of Scotland the fields were covered in pine
green grass, the trees were filled with leaves standing tall, the sun
slowly setting in the horizon and a cool breeze rustling through the
leaves; leaving a chill in the air and the stars glistened high above
the hills, reflecting from the moonlight; a full moon; a few crickets
chirping in the distance and the sound of the water flowing downward
behind the cabins; looking like a sheet of glass.
        Molly and Jamie began cleaning up after their last dinner
together on their honeymoon, but Nick and LaCroix decided to take one
last stroll alone outside; discussing the new world that awaits them;
especially for LaCroix.  They strolled past the cabins, standing by a
huge oak tree along the edge of the river and glanced at the stars
off in the distance.
        LaCroix stood like a statue allowing the cool breeze to
touch him, move him, inhaling the freshness of the air into his old
lungs, feeling his lungs move with each breath he took.  He felt his
heart beating strong within his chest, goose bumps rising from his
warm skin and the steam from his mouth exhaling.
        Nick stood, watching him as he remembered his first day;
doing the same years ago.  He smiled, laughed slightly watching him,
but LaCroix caught a glimpse of his son smiling with tear-filled
eyes; tears of joy.
        LaCroix warmly approached him, standing by his right side;
smiling, "Nicholas, what amuses you?"
        Nick exhaled grinning, "Watching you; I see myself; years
ago." 
        "I see, and?" LaCroix inquired.
        "I'm glad you came back and we're able to stay together;
that's all." Nick said.
        "I agree, Nicholas, I'm…" LaCroix started to say.
        "Scared; you were married as a vampire, but honeymooned as a
human; now you're returning home as a human and to live as one;
very," Nick told him.
        "Yeah," LaCroix whispered.
        "We're all here to help you." Nick said smiling.
        "I'm glad," LaCroix replied warmly.
        As Nick and LaCroix lovingly embraced each other, a pale
white light hovered around them; like a blanket and a soft voice
echoed from behind them.  There, standing before them were the three
people they loved most and cared for in life; Schanke to the left;
Fleur on the right and Natalie in the center.  They smiled warmly,
but Nick and LaCroix stood terrified.
        "Natalie," Nick whispered.
        "Nick, I'm pleased you found happiness and peace," Nat said.
        "But…" Nick replied.
        "A new life; the one you longed for; we have no regrets; no
forgiveness needed." Nat said.
        "I love you," Nick told her.
        "I love you too Nick; I always have and always will.  I will
always be close by." Nat said as she faded away.
        Fleur approached them with tears rolling down her youth
cheek, "Lucien, you have found your way back, as I knew you would; my
love."
        "Yes, but I still feel love for you," LaCroix said.
        "As I do for you, my love; my brother; your soul is at
peace," Fleur replied.
        "Yes, I love you," Nick whispered.
        "As do I; no regrets dear Nicholas," Fleur said.  "Lucien,
love and grow; be happy."
        "I will; safe journey." LaCroix replied.
        "Hey Nick; I knew at the end," Schanke said.
        "I got your letter; Molly and I…" Nick replied.
        "I know Buddy; welcome back; Lucien, I never knew about you,
but seeing what you two shared; I'm glad you chose to return."
Schanke said.
        LaCroix gasped, "You were my guide."
        "You betta," Schanke answered.
        "Schanke," Nick said sadly.
        "Miss you too, Nick, always catch the bad guys for me Nick;
my very best to you both and the lovely ladies." Schanke replied.
        "Love you partner." Nick mumbled.
        "I know; same here, ciao," Schanke said.
        Schanke slowly faded away as Nick and LaCroix looked around
them then towards each other and exhaled terrified.
        "Nicholas," LaCroix whispered.
        "I'm not sure," Nick said.
        LaCroix exhaled, "Another wedding miracle to our endless
question,"
        "Possibly; let's head back," Nick suggested.
        "I need a beer, and…" LaCroix said.
        "Me too, come on," Nick replied.
        Nick led the way with LaCroix at his side heading back to
Nick's cabin, opening the door and walked in.  As they closed the
door, the warm fresh aroma of coffee filled their senses, exhaling
and removed their jackets and boots.  They strolled into the living
room seeing the coffee sitting on a tray with four mugs; a roaring
fire in the fireplace and the ladies lounging on the couch waiting
for them.  They slowly sat down at their wives side; Molly poured the
coffee and passed a mug to each person.  They took a sip inhaling the
warmth and comfort then exhaled.
        "How was your manly stroll?" Molly asked.
        Nick looked towards to LaCroix, "It was warm and content."
        "I'm glad.  We need to rest; we fly out at eight in the
morning." Molly said.
        "With that said; we'll head back to rest, see you in the
morning about six." LaCroix suggested.
        "Okay, have a ton of fun." Nick said smiling.
        "We will, you too," LaCroix said.
        "You betta," Nick said laughing.
        LaCroix stood up extending his hand to Jamie and they
quietly left their cabin.  Molly stood up walking towards the
fireplace kneeling down and faced Nick with a seductive smile.  Nick
sensed her intensions standing up, walking towards her and knelt down
in front of her.
        "Well, Mrs. Knight, what is it you desire?" Nick asked.
        "Mr. Knight, it's our last night here in Scotland then we
return to reality," Molly said.
        "And," Nick said breathing slightly erratic.
        "Just us, a warm fire; I want to make love here, by the
fire." Molly replied.
        "My pleasure," Nick said moving closer.
        They kissed each other passionately; breathing erratically
and slowly removed their clothes.  Molly moved as close as she could
to him feeling his arousal pressing up against her leg.  She slowly
reached down firmly stroking him, and Nick kissing and massaging her
breasts with his tongue.  She slowly leaned back, slipping a condom
on as he slowly lay on top of her; embracing and massaging.  She
slowly wrapped her legs around his lower body allowing him to deeply
penetrate her.  Molly gasped slightly from his intense heat and
hardness.  He slowly moved in then out; moaning with each stroke; her
breathing became heavy and hard.  He felt his essence surging to the
end; she felt her body getting hotter and held onto him as tight as
she could, digging her fingers into his back.  He grabbed hold of her
back moving faster; going deeper and whispered, 'ah---Molly, I---.' 
Nick felt the warmth of his essence emerging, pausing a moment and
moved once more then laid his head upon her breasts.  She moaned;
shaking and whispered his name at the height of their climax.  She
felt his sweaty body shake and his heart pounding upon her chest. 
She massaged his upper back, stroking his hair. 
        Still inside, he leaned up to gaze upon his wife's eyes and
glowing smile, "You okay," Nick asked winded.
        Molly winded, trying to speak, "Fantastic,"
        "Good, same here," Nick replied.  "I love you,"
        "Love you too," Molly whispered.  "More,"
        "Always," Nick said happily.
        They lay by the fireplace making love and maybe caught some
sleep.  However, at the other cabin; LaCroix and Jamie were lying in
bed; in each others arms and smiled.  Jamie noticed LaCroix was
preoccupied, and sat up to face him sitting upon her feet.
        "Lucien, what is it?" Jamie asked.
        "Nicholas and I were visited by Schanke, Natalie and Fleur,"
LaCroix told her.
        "And," Jamie inquired.
        "They wished us happiness and love, but…" LaCroix paused.
        "But…" Jamie inquired.
        "They knew we were vampires, but to see Fleur again brought
back painful memories," LaCroix briefed her.
        "I understand how much you loved her; you always will,"
Jamie replied.
        "I know; it just felt…" LaCroix said.
        "Sad," Jamie replied.
        LaCroix exhaled, "Yes and calming; like a door closing;
content to move on."
        "Good; Mr. LaCroix; it's our last night here; what can I do
ease the sadness?" Jamie inquired.
        "Mrs. LaCroix; love me," LaCroix answered.
        "Forever," Jamie answered.
        "As do I," LaCroix said.
        Jamie slowly pulled her nighty up and over her head, tossing
it to the floor and pulled the sheet off of LaCroix's body.  She sat
slowly exploring every inch of his body, slowly placed her hand upon
his thigh and gazed into his loving eyes.  LaCroix took hold of her
hand carefully placing it upon his hardness, and she firmly stroked
him.  They slowly kissed each other, Jamie lying back as LaCroix
rolled in between her legs, and reached for the condom on his pillow.
He quickly slipped it on slowly penetrating her and Jamie let out a
soft moan from his warm motion.
        LaCroix went as deep as he could.  Jamie breathing heavy
stroking his body as he moved deeper and faster; he felt his heat
intensifying, kissing her nipples slightly sucking them.  She felt
her body rising; his arousal banging her deep inside.  LaCroix felt
his essence surging closer; the faster he went; his breathing became
heavier.  His essence suddenly exploded deep inside, both moaning,
saying each other's name.  Jamie slowly sat up on his lap with him
still inside, kissing each other passionately; their bodies sweaty
and shaking from their intense climax.
        "You okay," Jamie inquired.
        "Yes," LaCroix replied winded.  "That was…"
        Jamie exhaling hard, "Oh yeah,"
        "I love you so much," LaCroix said warmly.
        Jamie smiled, "As do I, now, it's my turn,"
        "Uh-oh," LaCroix said grinning.
        "Are you ready my love," Jamie inquired.
        LaCroix laughed slightly, "Always darling, always,"
        They slowly lay upon the bed making love, sleeping in
between and hopefully rested enough for their early flight.
        The remaining hours slowly passed into early morning; sun
rising high, not a cloud in the sky, but a sudden chill in the air. 
The sunlight spilled into Nick and Molly's bedroom, waking Molly up
first and she opened her eyes stretching then saw Nick sleeping
peacefully.  She rolled over lying along side of him and stroked his
chest.  Nick jumped slightly smiling, stroking her back, but she
noticed the clock and the time.  Molly tapped his stomach waking him
up, looking upward into his blue eyes and grinned.
        "Morning," Molly said.
        Nick yawned, "Morning, that's it,"
        "Well, it's late; we have two hours to shower, eat, pack and
make our flight." Molly replied.
        "Damn," Nick said.
        "Poor baby, tell you what, take turns in the bathroom, a
quickie in the shower and get moving." Molly suggested.
        "You're on." Nick replied.
        As they prepared to get ready; in the other cabin, LaCroix
was standing in front of the window absorbing the sun and grinned
warmly.  Jamie sat up seeing him, and exhaled.  He placed his hands
upon the window; palms touching the glass and felt the heat rising,
touching his skin.
        "Lucien, are you all right," Jamie inquired.
        "I've never been this close before; it's increditable; I
have forgotten its beauty; it's glow," LaCroix explained.
        "It looks wonderful on you." Jamie told him.
        LaCroix looked away from the window, gazing upon Jamie
sitting on the bed, and smiled.  He strolled towards her, sitting
next to her, stroking her soft cheek and hair, smiling.
        "You are more beautiful than any sunrise," LaCroix told her.
        Jamie lovingly blushed, "I love you,"
        "I love you," LaCroix said gently kissing her.
        "We need to shower, eat and pack," Jamie said.
        "All right, let's go.  Nicholas and Molly have asked us to
stay with them until our new home is found and ready." LaCroix
briefed her.
        "All right, lead on," Jamie said.
        They began to shower, clean and refreshed for their trip;
ate a warm breakfast and quickly packed their things.  They slowly
exited their cabin, meeting outside and stood on the path gazing at
the heavenly view of the Highlands of Scotland; one last time.  A
stretched black limo slowly drove up along side and parked.  The
driver exited the car walking to the rear and opened the trunk.  The
gentleman placed all the suitcases into the trunk, closing it and the
driver opened their door as they slowly climbed in and closed it. 
The driver walked around climbing in and quickly drove them to the
airport for their journey back home; back to Toronto.
        ****
        In Toronto, their friends had just finished decorating the
loft for their welcome home, but as Allen walked by the couch; the
phone rang and he picked it up hoping it was Nick.
        "Hello," Allen said.
        "Hey Allen, its Reese, are they back yet?" Reese asked.
        "Not yet, any minute though; why?" Allen asked.
        "Jack and Tony were sent out to the lake; Larry's body was
found." Reese briefed him.
        "Great," Allen sighed.
        "Tomorrow; with Nick, go to Forensics and Kathy will fill
you guys in, not today okay," Reese instructed.
        "Okay; I'll tell Paul, thanks Cap." Allen said hanging up.
        Paul noticed that look in Allen's eyes, "Hey Bud, what is it?"
        Allen looked around to be sure they were alone, "That was
Reese; they found Larry's body."
        "Ah man," Paul replied.
        "Jody's on the case today; tomorrow when Nick joins in and
Kathy's had a chance to examine; we're to go the lab."  Allen
explained.
        "Great, it never ends does it?" Paul replied frustrated.
        "I'm afraid not; let's finish up and enjoy today before we
deal with reality." Allen suggested.
        "Done, where's the champagne bucket?" Paul inquired.
        "Come on," Allen said trying to smile.
        They ran around finishing up the last minute decorations
when they heard the elevator approaching.  They quickly stood in a
line; in front of the couch and eagerly waited for them.  Suddenly,
the door slid open with them entering the loft and everyone yelled,
'surprise, and welcome home.'  They embraced and kissed each other
with love and happiness.  Paul and Carla poured the pink champagne
with a strawberry resting on the bottom and they drank a warm toast
to the two married couples; wishing them the very best.
        "Welcome home, how was the trip?" Allen asked.
        "Heaven," Nick answered.
        "Fantastic," LaCroix added.
        Paul grinned, moving closer, "And the honeymoon,"
        Nick smiled wide, "No,"
        "That good," Paul said grinning.
        "Bye," Nick replied.
        Paul shook his head, "Whoa, let's eat."
        They spent about an hour or so eating, laughing and sharing
memories of Scotland.  Each couple slowly left as the sun sat in the
horizon.  LaCroix held Jamie as Nick held Molly, standing by the
stairs, exhaling loudly and smiled.
        "We're beat," LaCroix said.
        "Us too, and reality tomorrow; sorry to say," Nick replied.
        "Lead the way," LaCroix said.
        They slowly climbed the stairs walking down the hall and
entered their own bedrooms, closing the door.  They prepared for bed,
resting after a long flight home and sharing with their friends.
        The night hours quickly passed into mid-morning with the sun
beaming through the blinds in Nick and Molly's room and rolled up the
blanket, shining into Molly's eyes.  She slowly woke up seeing Nick's
peaceful face and slight grin.  She slowly leaned over kissing his
chest and moved her hand downward to his string on his lounge pants. 
He jumped slightly opening his eyes and saw the devilish grin.  His
eyes sparkled and surrendered to her suggestion; without hesitation. 
Molly slowly pulled the string placing her hand inside and stroked
him firmly.  Nick slowly wrapped his arms around her and they made
love.
        In LaCroix and Jamie's room; Jamie woke up glancing and
slightly hot.  She quickly sat up tapping his chest and repeating his
name.  LaCroix suddenly opened his eyes screaming, 'no,' and saw
Jamie at his side.  He pulled Jamie close to him, squeezing her tight
and his breathing was erratic.
        "It's all right; I'm here," Jamie said.  "What's wrong?"
        "A dream," LaCroix whispered.
        "Come on, sit up," Jamie requested.  "Now, tell me,"
        "I saw images of my long past," LaCroix told her.
        Jamie exhaled, "Yours didn't fade like Nicholas,"
        "No, there more intense," LaCroix said.
        "Maybe because you and Scott are now the safe haven for the
vampires existing here," Jamie suggested.
        "But, God wouldn't…" LaCroix started to say.
        "Maybe, you are to keep them from the humans," Jamie replied.
        "Maybe, but why me," LaCroix questioned.
        "I'm not sure; you were there a few years after he died."
Jamie replied.  "Talk to Nicholas about it; he might be able help."
        "I will later; he needs to work today." LaCroix said.
        "All right," Jamie replied.  "You okay now,"
        "Almost," LaCroix answered.
        Jamie laughed slightly, "What else do you desire?"
        LaCroix smiled, "You,"
        "Really," Jamie said grinning.
        LaCroix inhaled, "I want a good, warm reason to sweat and
shake; not from fear,"
        "Well, in that case," Jamie started, pulling her nighty off,
"hold on for the ride of your life."
        "Uh-oh," LaCroix whispered.
        "Oh yeah," Jamie said.
        Jamie reached under the sheet stroking him slightly hard,
and they lay upon the bed as she climbed upon him as he penetrated
her.  LaCroix moaned from her tight grip on him and they made love.
        Nick and Molly made their way downstairs, prepared a warm
breakfast and sat down at the table drinking their coffee, waiting
for the others to join them.  LaCroix and Jamie strolled through the
kitchen, and sat down at the table.  Jamie poured the coffee for
herself and LaCroix, exhaling from the warm aroma.  Nick noticed
LaCroix a little distant; hesitant and looked at Jamie for a moment.
        "Lucien, you all right," Nick inquired.
        "Yeah, bad dream," LaCroix answered.  "What's the agenda
today?"
        "Well, we ladies are shopping, because we have no food
here." Molly replied.
        "We also need more condoms." Nick said softly.
        "Jamie, we do also," LaCroix replied.
        "Okay, love you." Jamie said.  "Later darling,"
        "Love you too," LaCroix said following the ladies into the
living room.
        Nick slowly joined them closing the door behind them; he
moved towards LaCroix, "Okay, what is it?"
        "I saw images of my long past; horrid past," LaCroix said.
        "Those will soon fade or choose not to see them." Nick
replied.
        "I'm human now, and I'm the safe-haven for both worlds; how
can I do that without…" LaCroix hesitated.
        "God's wrath; maybe the safe-haven is to protect both
worlds," Nick explained.
        "I suppose," LaCroix replied, still disturbed.  "Where you
off to,"
        "Doctors for you then work," Nick sighed.
        "What?" LaCroix questioned.
        "Come on, and now, it will be two cups for you." Nick said
grinning.
        "Must we," LaCroix replied.
        Nick laughed, "Yes, and I'll drop you off at the Raven with
Scott."
        "Great," LaCroix sighed.
        Nick took LaCroix by his right forearm, dragging him along
riding down in the elevator and outside to the caddy.  They climbed
in, Nick started the engine and quickly drove to St. Claire's
Hospital; lower levels.  Nick parked near the door turning the engine
off; they climbed out and entered the hospital.  There stood Doc
waiting for them, staring at LaCroix; after hearing what took place
and greeted them with a warm smile.
        "Hello Nicholas; Lucien LaCroix; I'm honored.  How do you
feel?" Doctor Mason asked.
        "I'm still in shock; I think; a little anyway.  It feels
wonderful." LaCroix answered.
        "Come on; let's go into my office for privacy." Doc suggested.
        Doctor Mason led them into his office closing the door
behind them and leaned upon his desk, "Well, how was the honeymoon as
a human?"
        "Wonderful," LaCroix answered.
        "Nicholas, you get one," Doc said.
        "Good, I need to go," Nick said quickly walking away.
        "All right Lucien, tell me," Doc inquired.
        "Nicholas and myself; with Scott were alone after the
ceremony and we were talking when Sarah returned."
        "Wonderful, what did you do, you were outside," Doc
questioned.
        LaCroix chuckled, "Aimed at a tree,"
        Doc laughed, "Good, what about your sexual experience as a
human,"
        "Better; I now feel and sense the whole encounter; before,
during and after." LaCroix answered.
        "Jamie," Doc inquired.
        "She came to me; we held each other and the light traveled
from me into her; she's fully human as well." LaCroix told him.
        "I'm so thrilled." Doc said.
        "I'm back," Nick said.
        "Me too," LaCroix replied.
        "Okay Lucien; this time two cups for you; no rush." Doc
instructed him.
        "Dandy," LaCroix whispered.
        "I'll wait, don't worry," Nick said watching LaCroix enter
the bathroom closing the door.
        "Nicholas, tell me," Doc replied.  "He told me what took
place."
        "Like me; a few accidents at first, but I think he's got it.
He's still having nightmares; images of his long past." Nick
answered.  "I think he's truly scared now that we're back home."
        "To live as a human," Doc said.
        "Yeah, and die as one." Nick added.
        "We can understand that," Doc said.
        Nick exhaled, "Yes we can,"
        "I'm back and that was rough," LaCroix told them.
        Doc laughed, "I'm sure, Lucien, listen to me very carefully,"
        "All right," LaCroix said.
        "Like Nicholas; your son; your new fight begins to stay
human.  With all your family and friends; you will succeed but fear
is okay as well; it's part of being human.  Enjoy the life you've
been given." Doc ordered.
        "I will, thank you," LaCroix replied relaxing.
        "Thanks Doc, come on," Nick said.
        Nick led LaCroix out of Doc's office, walking down the
narrow corridor, and outside.  LaCroix took hold of Nick's arm,
"Nicholas, may I drive the caddy back to the Raven?"
        Nick laughed, "Why?"
        LaCroix cleared his throat, "In all the years we've been
together; I have never…"
        "It's gold; here are the keys," Nick said smiling.
        They climbed into the caddy; LaCroix started the engine and
carefully drove out of the garage, heading for the Raven.  He pulled
up out front turning the engine off, gave the keys to Nick and they
exited the car entering the club.
        The Raven had a few changes to it; stools were added to the
new tables attached to the poles; a jukebox stood in the far corner
and glasses hung from the ceiling.  They slowly walked down the
stairs, standing by the bar and looked all around them.  Suddenly,
Scott entered from the backroom seeing them, and walked towards the
bar smiling, hugging them.
        "Welcome home, how was the trip?" Scott asked.
        "Wonderful," LaCroix said.
        Scott looked towards Nick, "Everything will be ready
tomorrow night for Lucien and Jamie."
        "Good," Nick whispered.
        "What will be ready?" LaCroix asked.
        Nick smiled, "You'll see; I have to check in,"
        "Nicholas," LaCroix said strongly.
        Nick laughed, "Bye Lucien, bye Scott."
        Nick quickly left them alone walking up the stairs and
outside to his car.  He climbed in, starting the engine and carefully
drove away, heading for the station.  He noticed an empty space along
the left side of the building and parked, turning the engine off.  He
climbed out; walking up the stairs inside of the building, and his
entire fellow officer's applauded Nick's return.  Nick took a slight
bow, grinned, waving at them and saw Paul and Allen standing at his
desk.
        "Cute, guys," Nick said.
        "Welcome back," Allen replied.
        Paul clapped his hands together, "Okay, sad news, Larry's
body was found yesterday.  His body washed up by the lake; a bullet
in the head."
        "Great," Nick sighed.
        "Sorry Bud," Allen replied.
        Reese saw them talking from his office; he strolled out and
approached them after hanging up his phone, looking disgusted.  They
saw him and that look then grew very silent.
        "Hey Cap," Paul said.
        "Welcome back, Nick," Reese said.
        "Thanks, what's wrong?" Nick asked.
        Reese exhaled, "Allen, you're with us on this one; a body
was found; an FBI agent; here's the address, get moving."
        "What?  Who?" Allen asked stunned.
        "Come on, ride with us, maybe you can tell us." Paul said.
        They quickly ran out of the station, down the stairs and
over to the car.  They climbed in; Nick started the engine and drove
to the alley instructed by Reese.  He drove along the curb parking,
turning the engine off and they climbed out.  There were cruisers,
lights flashing all around them, yellow tape and Kathy standing at
the edge of the alley, writing notes down on her clipboard.  They
cautiously approached her and stood along side.
        "Hello gentlemen," Kathy said.
        "Well, we have a male in the alley; dead.  No wounds; a few
bruises and has blue nails and a yellow tint to his skin." Kathy said.
        "That's it," Paul said surprised.
        "Here are some gloves; becareful." Kathy replied.
        "We will, later, Luv," Allen said.
        Nick grabbed Allen's arm, "First; you observe,"
        "But…" Allen said.
        "If you know him, and it involves you in any way; it could
jeopardize this case." Nick told him.
        Allen sighed frustrated, "Fine,"
        "Come on, take notes for us, okay," Nick requested.  "Paul,
go left; I'll go right."
        They slowly walked down the alley seeing the body lying on
its back, but no blood or any signs of a struggle.  They knelt down
along side of the body; they lightly padded the body, and Paul felt a
wallet, carefully reaching in then pulled it out.
        "Okay, one wallet; Arthur Gango; FBI-Special Unit Squad,"
Paul quoted.
        "I know the unit, but not him." Allen said.  "Anything else,"
        "Blue nails, yellow skin; no wounds; Paul, look here; behind
the ear," Nick said.
        "What is it?" Paul asked.
        "Jack, picture." Nick ordered.
        "Nick," Allen inquired.
        "It's a circular bruise with a hole in the middle." Nick said.
        "A needle hole," Paul suggested.
        "Maybe, have Kathy examine that," Nick requested.
        "Done, anything else," Allen inquired.
        "Not really; Kathy's job from here." Paul said.
        "Agreed," Nick sighed.
        They stood up and followed Allen out of the alley, standing
at Kathy's side.
        "Well guys," Kathy inquired.
        "I told Allen; I found a circular bruise behind his left
ear, almost into the neck area with a needle hole in the middle."
Nick said.
        "Okay," Kathy replied.
        "I found his wallet; Jack has it." Paul replied.
        Kathy exhaled, "Thanks guys, and welcome back Nick; we
missed having you around."
        "Thanks, let's go, time for dinner.  Where to gents," Nick
inquired.
        "You go ahead; I'll ride back with them.  See you in the
morning; nine o'clock." Paul said firmly.
        "Coffee will be ready." Nick said.  "Thanks."
        "Cool," Paul replied, patting him on his upper back.
        Nick left them to tie up the scene, walking towards his car
climbing in, and started the engine closing the door.  He carefully
drove away from the curb, heading home and parked near the elevator. 
Nick turned the engine off climbing out, but saw LaCroix standing by
the trunk, and locked his doors.  Nick approached LaCroix, but felt
an uneasiness coming from him.
        "Lucien, what's wrong?" Nick asked.
        "What are you planning?" LaCroix inquired.
        Nick hesitated, exhaling, "A quiet dinner, drinks and a ton
of fun with Molly; alone."
        "Nicholas," LaCroix said.
        "Trust me," Nick requested.
        "Completely," LaCroix said proudly.
        Nick shook his head slightly, "How was your first day?"
        "It felt the same, and yet; it was different," LaCroix
answered.
        "I know; it gets better then it gets crazy." Nick said. 
"Come on, I need to go."
        Nick and LaCroix rode upward in the elevator to the loft,
and stepped out into the living room; where Jamie and Molly were
waiting.  They embraced kissing each other, but Nick inhaled the warm
aroma of his favorite meal.
        "That smells great," Nick said.
        "Good, go clean up then come and eat." Molly suggested.
        "All right," Nick said.
        "I'll join you," LaCroix said.
        The women walked back to the dinner table while the men
walked up the stairs and entered Nick's bedroom.  Nick removed his
jacket and shoes, placed his things and gun in the drawer of his
nightstand.  He strolled into the bathroom closing the door, and
stripped down.  After washing his hands and slipped into his lounge
pants hanging on the rack.  He exited the bathroom; as LaCroix
strolled by him and closed the door.  Nick removed a white t-shirt
from his dresser, slipping it on as he heard the toilet flush and
LaCroix exited the bathroom fixing his zipper.  They left the bedroom
and joined the ladies at the table for a warm loving meal and simple
conversation.
        After they had cleaned up, placed the dishes into the
dishwasher; Nick grabbed the wine and Molly grabbed the glasses; they
retired to the living room sitting down on the couch; relaxing.
        "That was a wonderful dinner darling." Nick said.
        "Yes, very tasty." LaCroix added.
        "I'm glad; I'm tired," Jamie replied.
        "All right; you head up; I'll help Nicholas lock up."
LaCroix said.
        "Me too, let's go; do hurry, Love," Molly whispered.
        "I will," Nick replied eagerly.
        Jamie and Molly each gave them a loving kiss and slowly
walked up the stairs entering their own bedroom.  Nick sat there
staring at LaCroix making him uncomfortable.  LaCroix quietly cleared
his throat, placing his index finger on his dry lips.
        "It's rude to stare Nicholas," LaCroix said.
        Nick exhaled, "Tasty,"
        "Yes, it was an excellent meal," LaCroix said.
        "That word sounded odd coming from you." Nick said.
        "I'm learning to blend in." LaCroix told him.
        Nick chuckled slightly, "Good; have you got full control yet?"
        "Yes, let's lock up and go love the ladies." LaCroix
suggested.
        "Animal." Nick said grinning.
        LaCroix inhaled. "Yeah,"
        "Me too, get the door; I'll check the dishwasher," Nick
replied.
        They quickly ran around locking up the loft making their way
up the stairs and joined their wives in their own bedroom.
        Seeing Molly sitting on the bed wearing a pale pink silk
nighty rendered Nick speechless.
        "Something wrong?" Molly inquired.
        Nick hesitated. "I'm floored,"
        "Good, hurry up, it's cold," Molly suggested.
        "Right away dear," Nick said grinning.
        Nick quickly walked into the bathroom pulling down the front
of his lounge pants, holding his penis urinating and gave it a slight
shake.  He fixed his pants flushing the toilet and moved slightly
washing his hands; he also gave his penis a wash down.  He exited the
bathroom, walking towards Molly and stood in front her kneeling up to
kiss him.
        "That was nice," Nick said.
        "Thank you, feel like a little dessert?" Molly requested.
        "Always darling, one thing how's the loft downstairs?" Nick
inquired.
        "Almost ready," Molly said.  "That was a wonderful idea; we
can be together, but live on separate floors, and Jamie knows, to add
their personal touch."
        "Thanks, now, what is it you desire?" Nick questioned.
        "Surprise," Molly said grinning.
        "Uh-oh," Nick whispered.  "Get the condoms from your drawer;
my gun is in mine."
        "Okay," Molly replied.
        Molly reached over pulling out a few condoms and a towel,
placing the condom on her night stand and gave the towel to Nick.
        "Uh-oh," Nick mumbled.
        Molly sat down facing his stomach, slowly pulling the string
on his lounge pants and they fell around his ankles.  She began to
kiss, massaging him and stroked him firmly.  Nick's breathing became
erratic; he felt his arousal getting harder and his body getting very
hot.  Molly began massaging and stroking him; his testicles, faster
and harder.  Nick handed her the towel, touching her hand, and
quickly placed the towel on him.  She gave him a few quick strokes
exploding into the towel, and Nick whispered her name feeling his
knees buckling.
        "You okay," Molly inquired.
        Nick exhaled hard, "Yeah that was…"
        "I know," Molly said.
        Molly carefully placed the towel on the floor then looked up
into his eyes.  Nick smiled kissing her passionately, "Are you ready?"
        "Oh yeah," Molly giggled.
        The night hours slowly passed into early morning, LaCroix
and Jamie were downstairs preparing a hot breakfast for them.  They
set the table romantically and lit the two candles on the table.  A
light knock echoed from the door, LaCroix walked over unlocking the
door and Paul and Allen entered the loft closing the door behind
them.  LaCroix escorted them through the kitchen picking up two mugs
along the way and sat down at the table.
        "Morning Lucien; Jamie," Paul said.
        "Morning Paul; Allen," LaCroix replied.
        Allen smirked slightly, "Where's wonder boy,"
        LaCroix smiled, "Still upstairs with Molly."
        "Well, he better put more energy into it; we'll be late."
Paul replied.
        "Morning guys; I'm not late yet." Nick said, escorting Molly
to the table.
        "Sorry," Paul replied.
        "No problem, let's eat then at the station." Nick said.
        "Cool," Paul said.
        They spent about half an hour enjoying their warm meal and
light conversation.  Allen, Paul and Nick excused themselves from the
table and slowly left the loft, riding downward in the elevator and
outside to the caddy.  Nick and Paul climbed in while Allen climbed
into his truck; they started their engines and drove to the police
station downtown.  They parked along the left side of the building,
turning their engines off and climbed out.  They walked along the
path up the stairs and entered the building.  They strolled down to
Allen's office closing the door behind him.  They sat down exhaling,
and Allen warmed up his computer to begin the case.
        "Okay gents, let's begin.  We have one FBI agent murdered,
Arthur Gango; he was forty years old, and has been an agent six
years." Allen told them.
        "Enemies," Paul inquired.
        "Who doesn't in this job," Allen replied.
        Paul sighed, "True,"
        "What was he working on before he died?" Nick asked.
        "He closed a case two months ago; a guy was put away for
trying to bomb the subway." Allen briefed them.
        "Is he still in prison?" Nick inquired.
        "I believe so," Allen said.  "I'll call and check that out. 
Go check out the scene then see Kathy."
        "Yes sir." Paul said.
        "Cute," Allen said.  "Get moving; I'll call you when I find
out."
        "Thanks," Nick said.
        Nick and Paul exited Allen's office bumping into Reese,
"Where's the fire?"
        "Crime scene then Forensics," Paul said.
        "Keep me posted." Reese said.
        "Sure Cap," Paul said.
        They ran out of the building down the stairs over to the
caddy and climbed in.  Nick started the engine backing up and headed
back to the alley where the body was discovered.  He parked along the
edge of the alley; Paul removed latex gloves from the glove box,
handing a pair to Nick and they exited the car.  They slipped into
the gloves, picking a side and scanned everything in sight.  They
tossed a few boxes aside, scrambled through old newspaper, but when
Paul kicked a small box aside, a syringe fell out.
        "Nick, over here," Paul shouted.
        "What you got?" Nick asked.
        Paul carefully picked it up examining it then showed it to
him, "What do you think?"
        "Maybe, hold onto it." Nick replied.
        "Find anything," Paul inquired.
        Nick exhaled, "I found some silver balls by the outline
where his head was."
        "I don't have a bag," Paul said.
        Nick thought, "I'll pull the glove off inside out; trapping
them inside the glove."
        "Good idea," Paul said.  "I'll do the same for the needle."
        "Good, let's roll," Nick suggested.
        They carefully walked out of the alley, climbing into the
car and Nick started the engine.  He blended with the traffic driving
to the Forensics building and parked out front.  He turned the engine
off; they climbed out and ran up the stairs entering Kathy's lab. 
They saw her hovering over Arthur's body and exhaled loudly.  They
quietly approached her and leaned up against the slab.
        "Bad day," Nick said.
        "Yeah, hey guys," Kathy replied.
        "What you got?" Paul asked.
        Kathy sighed, "Well, Arthur was poisoned."
        "What?" Nick questioned.
        "Yeah, I don't know with what yet; blood analysis isn't back
yet." Kathy said.
        "Well; we found a needle and silver balls where his head
was." Paul said.
        "Really," Kathy replied surprised.
        "Yeah, there wrapped up in these gloves." Nick told her.
        "Leave them on the slab; silver balls; silver balls," Kathy
repeated.
        "What?" Paul inquired.
        "I'm guessing, but only one metal does that; mercury." Kathy
said.
        "Mercury," Paul replied.
        "Somebody injected mercury into his body," Nick said.
        "Yeah, maybe; I'll let you know later." Kathy told him.
        "Gross," Paul whispered.
        "I've only had one case like that before but years ago. 
I'll call you," Kathy said.
        "Okay, lunch," Paul suggested.
        "Raven," Nick requested.
        "Done, later," Paul said.
        They exited Kathy's lab walking down the stairs over to the
car, climbing in.  Nick started the engine, driving away from the
curb and headed for the Raven, pulling up out front, parking the car.
He turned the engine off; they stepped out and entered the club.
        They saw LaCroix and Jamie at the bar; Jamie sitting on a
stool with LaCroix leaning on her knees and she had her hands on his
belt.  Nick cleared his throat; Jamie looked up seeing them then
looked at LaCroix and he blushed slightly.  Nick and Paul strolled
down the stairs standing next to them, but Jamie laughed and excused
herself to make them a lunch.
        "Nicholas; Paul," LaCroix said.
        "Hey Lucien, got some cold water?" Paul inquired.
        "Yes, in the fridge, behind the bar," LaCroix told him.
        "Thanks; Nick," Paul replied.
        "Yeah, please," Nick answered.
        "Nicholas, something wrong?" LaCroix asked.
        "We have a dead FBI agent; possible mercury poisoning," Nick
briefed him.
        "Horrible.  Any ideas?" LaCroix inquired.
        "Not yet," Nick sighed.
        "Give it time," LaCroix replied.
        "More will die," Nick said.
        LaCroix sighed sadly, "I know,"
        A gentleman entered the club, walking down the stairs and
LaCroix caught a glimpse of him.  He slowly approached, clearing his
throat and smiled.
        "Hello, I'm Jason Brenner; I'm looking for a Lucien
LaCroix," Jason said.
        "Oh my, Vivian; I'm Lucien," LaCroix whispered.
        "I'm afraid I'm the deliver of sad news, I'm Vivian's
brother," Jason said.
        LaCroix suddenly shook, "Vivian,"
        "Yes; I've been asked to find you and deliver this letter to
you; she wrote it shortly before she was killed." Jason replied.
        "Thank you," LaCroix whispered.
        "Uhm---she loved you very much; thank you for giving her
happiness and love." Jason said.
        "I loved her; she was someone very special." LaCroix replied.
        "I heard of your marriage; may it be blessed and filled with
joy." Jason said.
        LaCroix hesitated, "Thank you,"
        "I will say good-bye for now; if you need me; my number is
on the envelope." Jason told him.
        "Thank you, good day," LaCroix said.
        "I'm sorry," Jason said slowly leaving the club.
        "Lucien," Nick said.
        "Uhm---we'll read it later; when we're alone; I can't right
now," LaCroix said softly.
        "All right, call me for anything, okay," Nick said.
        "I will," LaCroix said giving the letter a gentle squeeze.
        "Do you want me to hold it for you," Nick inquired.
        "Please; I don't know if…" LaCroix replied.
        "It's okay; remember Nat's letter," Nick said.
        "Yes; we'll read it later; becareful." LaCroix said slowly
walking away to the backroom.
        Nick left LaCroix alone with his memories of Vivian, walking
back to Paul, and saw Jamie.  Nick waved her over explaining what
took place, and Nick led Paul out of the club to his car, and drove
off.  Jamie walked into the backroom, up the few steps and into their
old room.  There, she saw LaCroix sitting on the bed with his face
buried into his hands crying and shaking.
        Jamie sat down placing her hand on his upper back, "Lucien,"
        "Jamie," LaCroix said turning, embracing her with tears
rolling down his face.
        "Nicholas told me," Jamie explained.
        "Jamie," LaCroix whispered.
        Jamie exhaled, "Oh honey, let it go; I'm here,"
        LaCroix cried for his loss of Vivian; he was unable to at
the time, wrapping his arms around Jamie; he slowly leaned back and
Jamie wiped his eyes with tissues she had on her nightstand.  He
managed to compose himself sniffing his tears away and smiled
slightly looking into Jamie's eyes.
        "I'm sorry," LaCroix whispered.
        "For what," Jamie inquired.
        LaCroix exhaled, "When she died; I felt the sense of pain
and the loss, but never the human loss until Jason came in."
        "It overwhelmed you, the loss of her and the love you two
shared." Jamie replied.
        "Yes," LaCroix whispered.  "Nicholas, actually cried for
Natalie when she died, and he was a vampire then,"
        "Nicholas is a different issue; he never lost his humanity
in all the centuries you two shared together, plus she gave him back
a few human traits." Jamie explained.
        "True," LaCroix said relaxing.
        "What did he say to you?" Jamie asked.
        "He gave me a letter she wrote before she died." LaCroix
answered.
        "What does it say?" Jamie inquired.
        "Nicholas has it; we'll read it later; it's…" LaCroix said
hesitating.
        "When you're ready; we'll share it together." Jamie replied.
        "I promise," LaCroix said.
        Jamie smiled, "Good, let's finish up with the day shift, so
Scott can handle the night shift."
        "Okay," LaCroix replied.  "I love you,"
        "Love you too," Jamie said, kissing him passionately. 
"Lucien,"
        "Later, all right," LaCroix said.
        "Always," Jamie said.
        LaCroix and Jamie quickly left their room and finished
attending to the people in the club, so Scott can attend to the
vampires later.
        Nick and Paul headed for the east side of the highlands,
driving down a few side roads, and searched for Arthur's home.  Paul
spotted the house on their immediate right; Nick quickly drove into
the driveway, and turned the engine off.  They climbed out closing
the doors and walked up the path.  Paul knocked upon the door and
they patiently waited.
        A tired, but worn woman appeared at the door; black hair and
blue eyes that were red and swollen from endless crying, and looked
towards Paul; she did notice Nick and smiled slightly.
        "Mrs. Gango?" Paul inquired.
        "Yes," she said.
        "I'm Detective Paul Coletti; my partner, Detective Nick
Knight; may we come in?" Paul asked.
        "I'm Michelle, come in," Michelle said, opening the door.
        "Thank you," Paul replied.
        They entered the house as Nick closed the door behind them
and they stood in the kitchen.  Michelle slowly sat down at the
table, and looked towards them.
        "Have you found the person responsible for this?" Michelle
asked.
        "We're still looking; did he have anything happen before
this?" Paul questioned.
        Michelle paused, "Well, he and Hayden finished a case;
closed it and we were planning a quiet vacation before this."
        "I'm sorry; do you know what case?" Nick inquired.
        "He---uhm---he kept files at the computer; it's in the
living room on your right." Michelle told them.
        "I'll get them," Nick whispered.
        Nick excused himself leaving Paul with Michelle and searched
in and around the computer; looking for case files on CD's. 
Suddenly, his cell phone rang, pulling it out of his jacket pocket
and pushed the button.
        "Knight," Nick said.
        "Hey Nick; it's Kathy; its official, mercury poisoning."
Kathy told him.
        "Anything else," Nick inquired.
        "Nope, but the needle used is not the ultra-fine needle, its
hole is bigger, so he must have hit or sedated him first; those
results aren't back yet."
        "Thanks Kathy, call me when it does." Nick said hanging up.
        Nick discovered a box, a plastic box, picking it up and
opened it up.  Inside were CD's, but no labels.  He closed the box
and his cell phone rang again.
        "Knight," Nick announced, slightly winded.
        "Knight too," Molly replied.  "You okay,"
        "Hey luv, just working; what's up?" Nick said.
        "Well, the loft is ready and planning a beer night and
snacks there, and you later, if you are; hopefully," Molly said
giggling.
        "Always for you, Darling; that's great, see you soon, love
you." Nick said, hanging up.
        Nick placed his phone back into his pocket; picking up the
box and returned to Paul in the kitchen, "Mrs. Gango; May we take
these?"
        "If it would help you, yes," Michelle said.
        "Thank you; we're very sorry for your loss." Nick said,
tapping Paul's arm.  "We'll show ourselves out."
        Nick led the way towards the door exiting the house, and
Paul closed the door behind them.  They walked down the path climbing
into the car, and exhaled loudly.
        "Okay, I heard from Kathy; positive mercury poisoning; he
was also sedated, she's guessing." Nick told him.
        "And the second call?" Paul inquired.
        "Molly, the lofts ready; beer and snacks after the station. 
I want to put these in a safe place." Nick told him.
        Paul grinning, "And,"
        "And, let's roll," Nick said laughing.
        "Unfair," Paul replied pouting.
        "Life," Nick whispered.
        Nick started the engine carefully backing out of the
driveway and headed for the station.  He parked out front turning the
engine off, and grabbed the box.  They exited the car running up the
stairs and inside where Reese and Allen were waiting for them.
        "Well, guys?" Reese inquired.
        "We found this box of CD's; there cases he and Hayden had
worked on; including the one they closed two months ago." Nick said.
        "Great," Reese said.  "I'll have Tony play with them; eight
in the morning."
        "Yes sir." Nick replied.
        "I'll ride with Allen; that way he won't know something's
going on." Paul suggested.
        "Great, bye," Nick said as he ran out of the station.
        Nick climbed into the caddy, started the engine and headed
home.  He saw LaCroix outside waiting for him; he pulled into his
space and turned the engine off.  He climbed out locking the doors
and walked towards LaCroix embracing him.
        "Lucien, what's wrong?" Nick asked.
        "I truly grieved for Vivian today; it was…" LaCroix said.
        "I know; we'll do the letter later, come on; surprise time. 
Oh, Jamie was told today because she wanted to surprise you." Nick
replied grinning.
        "Nicholas," LaCroix mumbled.
        "Nicholas, are you ready?" Scott inquired.
        "Hello Scott, yes we are; proceed." Nick suggested.
        "Welcome home Lucien, follow me please," Scott said.
        They followed Scott into the building where he saw the sign
that read, 'Mr. and Mrs. Lucien and Jamie LaCroix.'  They stepped
into the elevator riding up to the second floor; one floor under
Nick's loft and he looked over towards Nick who was grinning.
        "Nicholas," LaCroix whispered.
        "Shh," Nick whispered.
        The elevator slowly stopped at the second floor, the doors
opened into the living room with everyone waiting and yelled,
'surprise.'  LaCroix, for the first time was speechless, looked all
around him, similar to Nick's loft and yet; different.  Jamie
strolled up to him, embracing; LaCroix laughing pleasantly, and Scott
stood off to the side.
        "Lucien, these are your keys, deed and papers to the loft."
Scott said.
        "What?" LaCroix asked, stunned.
        Nick cleared his throat; Molly approached, embracing him,
"You and Jamie live here now, under us,"
        "I'm touched," LaCroix replied.
        "This way; we can live private lives and stay close," Molly
added.
        "Thank you so much; Jamie, where's your surprise?" LaCroix
inquired.
        "Later," Jamie whispered smiling.
        "Okay, sorry to be so blunt, but it's been a very long day
and I need to…" Nick said.
        "Follow me," Molly suggested.
        "Anywhere," Nick said.  "Get me a beer,"
        Molly took Nick by the hand leading him to the bathroom and
closed the door.  She turned around to give him the privacy he
needed; flushed and washed his hands.  Molly turned around to face
him, but his zipper was still down.
        Molly giggled, "You forgot something,"
        Nick displayed his boyish grin, "Did I?"
        "Here, now," Molly replied surprised.
        "Come here," Nick whispered.
        They kissed each other passionately; Molly lightly touched
him and felt how hard and hot he was.  Nick, himself, getting out of
control; his breathing erratic and his body shook slightly.
        "Honey, you okay," Molly inquired.
        "Ah---need, honey," Nick whispered.
        "All right, come on," Molly said.
        Molly quickly removed her clothes from the waist down and
leaned upon the sink and Nick pulled out a condom.  She quickly
pushed his pants down slipping the condom on and allowed him to
penetrate her.  Nick's breathing was hard and heavy, moving faster
and deeper, and she held his back for support.  "Ah---Molly---I can't
hold," he whispered.  Molly inhaled, "It's all right, do what you
need to do; it's okay, come on."  Nick moved faster, deeper then
suddenly moaned Molly's name; moved once or twice and she held him
until his breathing relaxed.  Nick's body was so hot, sweaty and
shaking all over.
        "You all right Nicholas," LaCroix inquired knocking on the
door.
        "He's fine Lucien," Molly answered.
        LaCroix laughed, "I see, no rush; take your time."
        Molly warmly stroked his back feeling his body slowly
relaxing and he moved slightly to face her loving eyes.
        "Oh honey, I'm sorry," Nick said.
        "For what," Molly inquired.
        "I was thinking about you all day; the phone call and
knowing I was coming here that I would see you; it was…" Nick
expressed.
        "Well, I'm honored.  I'm glad I was here; that was fun. 
Remember what we talked about awhile back; about each other's needs
and desires," Molly replied.
        "Yes, let me help you," Nick said.
        "Thanks, let's clean you up." Molly suggested.
        Nick helped her off the sink; she helped him remove the
condom and wash up.  They exited the bathroom with everyone
applauding; Molly blushed and Nick took a subtle bow.  LaCroix handed
him a beer and they enjoyed themselves for a short time.
        One by one; everyone slowly left the loft leaving the four
of them alone, and the girls were in the kitchen while Nick and
LaCroix sat down on the couch.  Nick pulled out the letter showing it
to him and LaCroix, terrified, opened the letter staring at it. 
Suddenly, a few tears; he exhaled and his hands were shaking.
        "Lucien," Nick said.
        LaCroix sniffed his tears, "Dear Lucien, you are reading
this because I have died.  I am sorry for the pain and loss you must
endure, but know I loved you very much; even vampires can and deserve
love.  Enjoy life and always remember me.  You deserve to be loved
and love someone in return.  Love, Vivian."
        "She knew," Nick said.
        "She never said," LaCroix replied.
        Nick exhaled, "She's right though,"
        LaCroix smiled, "True; how's the sink?"
        Nick, shocked, laughing, "Very strong,"
        They stood up embracing each other, and looked towards their
wives, "Molly, time to go,"
        "All right," Molly replied.
        "Night Jamie and thank you," Nick said.
        LaCroix smiled warmly, "Thank you,"
        Nick led Molly out of LaCroix's loft and they rode up to
their loft for the night.  Jamie saw LaCroix's sadden eyes and
embraced him.
        "What's wrong?" Jamie asked.
        "Vivian's letter; here," LaCroix said handing her the letter
to read.
        "Oh darling; she knew," Jamie said.
        "And yet; she still cared for me," LaCroix replied.
        Jamie smiled, "I can understand that,"
        "True," LaCroix whispered.
        "Follow me, it's time for my surprise," Jamie suggested.
        "Lead on," LaCroix replied.
        Jamie took LaCroix by the hand and led him up the stairs
into their new bedroom; made up in shades of a sunrise.  He was
amazed by the view standing by their bed covered in pillows.  A
slight tear rolled down his soft cheek then looked towards his wife
and smiled.
        "Lucien," Jamie whispered.
        LaCroix exhaled, "The gifts, since the wedding are…"
        "Overwhelming, and yet, well deserved and earned." Jamie
told him.
        "Well earned, thanks to God and my family of friends."
LaCroix said.
        "Especially your son," Jamie replied.
        "Yes, especially my son and my lovely wife," LaCroix said
smiling.
        "Thank you," Jamie whispered.
        "No, thank you for staying at my side," LaCroix said.
        LaCroix warmly embraced Jamie, holding and caressing her
warm body.  She slowly stripped as did LaCroix and he cradled her
upward into his arms lying her on the bed.  Jamie reached over
removing condoms from the drawer and placed them at her side. 
LaCroix lay along side of her stroking her legs and lightly kissed
them.  He felt her heat rising; her breathing became erratic and
heavy.  LaCroix gently ran his fingers through her pubic hair,
exploring every inch of her and slowly massaged her breasts watching
her nipples rise and become hard.  Jamie quivered with every stroke
he made and LaCroix gazed into her loving, trusting eyes.  He gently
rolled in between her firm thighs; she raised her knees allowing him
to penetrate her heat.  Jamie moaned slightly as he entered; he
moaned from the intense heat.  He slowly moved in then out, slightly
hitting her cervix; she moaned slightly whispering his name.  LaCroix
felt his arousal becoming harder and hotter; overwhelming his senses.
His body became sweaty and shaky; she became excited and tried to
pull him closer towards her.  LaCroix whispered, trying to hold,
"Jamie, I can't hold…"  Jamie grabbed hold of his waist, bringing him
deep inside, "Lucien, please it's so hot,"  "I can't hold," LaCroix
whispered.  "Come for me, please, Lucien," Jamie seductively pleaded.
He inhaled slightly moved deeper, harder then felt his essence
emerging deep inside of her; whispering her name.  He moved slightly
once or twice more and lay upon her warm breasts; winded from the
intense climax.
        "Lucien, Lucien, you all right," Jamie inquired softly.
        "Yes, that was a first for me," LaCroix told her.
        Jamie exhaled hard, "First what,"
        "I felt our heat come together," LaCroix replied.
        "Felt wonderful didn't it," Jamie replied.
        "Yes it was," LaCroix said, rolling onto his back.
        Jamie smiled, "Let's remove this, and we'll, uh-oh,"
        "What is it?" LaCroix asked.  "Are you or I hurt?"
        "No darling, but---uhm," Jamie hesitated.
        "Don't be afraid, what is it?" LaCroix questioned looking at
his penis, "Uh-oh,"
        "It broke, Lucien," Jamie said nervously.
        "Well, let's clean up, discuss this, but remember what I
said to Nicholas,"
        "That was," Jamie inquired.
        "If not, everything is fine, but if we are; and I stress; if
WE ARE, then we will handle it, all right," LaCroix said.
        "I love you," Jamie replied.
        "Love you too, come on," LaCroix suggested.
        Jamie reached for the towel helping LaCroix remove the
condom and cleaned him up.  They lay, side-by-side, on the bed of
what took place; of what may or may not change their lives.
        Upstairs in Nick and Molly's loft; they had snuggled under
the covers, arm-in-arm, and smiling.  She slowly stroked his stomach,
but appeared to be somewhere else.  He lovingly stroked her hair to
draw her attention to his blue eyes and smiled.
        "Molly, where are you?" Nick asked.
        "A few hours ago; I heard Lucien read the letter," Molly
told him.
        "And," Nick replied.
        '"It sounded sad, but filled with love," Molly replied.
        Nick exhaled, "Yes it was; like Natalie's,"
        "I remember," Molly said.  "How's Lucien handling it?"
        "He's doing better," Nick replied.
        Molly looked closer, "Lucien knocked on the door, what did
he want,"
        "I don't know, but he did ask how the sink was," Nick told
her.
        "And you said," Molly inquired, slightly blushing.
        "I told him it was very strong." Nick said laughing.
        "Oh you, time to sleep," Molly replied.  "Love you tons,"
        "Love you too," Nick said kissing her.
        They snuggled closer together under the warm blankets and
slowly drifted off to a peaceful sleep.
        ****
        The night hours slowly became early morning with the sun
rising over Toronto.  The sun shined through the blinds rolling
upward shining into Nick's eyes.  He slowly opened his eyes, seeing
Molly's glowing face and gently kissed her soft lips.  Molly rolled
over embracing him, kissing him passionately and she opened her eyes
to his boyish grin.
        "Morning," Nick said.
        "Morning, Darling," Molly replied.  "What's up?"
        Nick laughed, "One guess, but the guys will be here shortly,
so shower,"
        "You're on," Molly replied.  "Got to go first,"
        "Take turns then shower; I'll make the bed," Nick said.
        "Deal," Molly replied.
        While Molly used the bathroom; Nick made the bed then it was
his turn, and opened the door for Molly to join him in the shower. 
They spent about a half an hour cleaning and loving; Nick leaned over
turning the water off and they carefully stepped out.  Nick reached
for the towel drying each other off and exited the bathroom.  They
walked over to their own dresser, removing clean clothes and got
dressed.  They walked into the hallway, down the stairs and into the
kitchen preparing a fast breakfast.  Just as Molly sat down; a slight
knock echoed from the door and Nick strolled over to answer it.  He
opened the door allowing Paul and Allen in, closing the door behind
them.  They strolled through the kitchen, picking up a mug and joined
them for coffee.
        "Hey guys," Nick said.
        "That was a fun night and Lucien's," Allen snickered.
        "I'll bet," Paul said grinning.
        "Enough, but it was a lot of fun." Nick said.
        "Well, I have laundry to do before work; you guys behave."
Molly said.
        "Love you," Nick said.
        "Love you too," Molly said, leaving them alone.
        They waited for Molly to leave before discussing the case;
Nick moved closer to them to talk quietly.
        "Okay, what do we have so far," Nick inquired.
        "One FBI agent; murdered by mercury poisoning." Allen said.
        "Kathy thinks he was sedated first because of the size
needle used," Paul said.
        "We spoke to his widow and she let us search the computer
and I found a box of CD's." Nick said.
        "Hayden is another agent; we gave him time off to lay low. 
Tony and I worked on those; most of them are still in prison; two are
in the states and three are here." Allen said.
        "What about the case two months ago," Nick questioned.
        "He's here, but we haven't found him yet." Allen replied.
        "Revenge, maybe; he said something about a bomb in the
subway." Paul suggested.
        "Could be, but why," Allen said.
        "What was the case about again?" Nick asked.
        "Still waiting for the boss; I don't have clearance for that
level; I'm a level four; you need a level five." Allen explained.
        Suddenly, Nick's phone rang, standing up and walked over to
answer, "Knight,"
        "Hey Nick, a woman was attacked; she's at the hospital,
check it out." Reese said.  "Her name is Carmen Ratta,"
        "Okay," Nick said, hanging up, and returned to the table.
        "Uh-oh; I know that look," Paul said.
        "What look," Allen inquired.
        "The one that says a woman was raped; he'll be nuts," Paul
replied.  "Hey Nick,"
        "You're right; she's at the hospital, let's go; Carmen
Ratta," Nick told them.
        "Uh-oh," Allen whispered.
        "What?" Nick asked.
        "Her name is in the file; two months ago." Allen said.
        "Let's roll," Paul said.
        They cleared off the table; Nick strolled over to the table
by the couch, picking up his things and removed his gun from the
drawer, placing it into his holster.  Nick led the way out of the
loft riding down to the car and they climbed in.  Nick started the
engine, backing out and headed for the hospital; the upper levels,
parking near the front door.  He turned the engine off; they climbed
out and walked up the path, entering the hospital.  They approached
the front desk flashing their badges and requested the doctor on call.
        A few moments later, a doctor entered wearing all green with
a sadden face and stood by them, "I'm Doctor Mills; you are,"
        "I'm Detective Paul Coletti, my partner, Detective Nick
Knight and Allen Straton of the FBI; do you have a patient named;
Carmen Ratta," Paul questioned.
        "Yes, we did," Doctor answered.
        "Did," Allen said frustrated.
        "She died a few moments ago; Forensics will be here to
remove her for an autopsy.  She died from poisoning; not sure what
kind, but she was brutally raped and sodomized." Doc explained.
        "Damn it," Nick hissed angrily.
        "Cool down," Paul whispered.
        "Let's go, thanks Doc," Allen said.
        "I'm sorry," Doc replied walking away.
        They quickly walked outside and stood on the path, keeping a
close eye on Nick and his anger.
        "Nick, relax now," Paul said.
        Nick exhaled hard, "I know it's just…when a slime ball does
this to a woman; it's…"
        "I know; been there with you and I agree, but we need to
clear heads to nail his ass; okay," Paul said.
        "I'll try," Nick said.
        Paul slaps his back, "Don't worry; everybody is here for you,"
        "I know; I want to see the crime scene; call Reese, find out
where, let's go," Nick said.
        "Got it," Paul said.
        They quickly climbed into the car, hesitating, but Nick
pulled his cell phone, "Allen, use yours, call Kathy; tell her
a.s.a.p. on Carmen."
        "Done," Allen said.
        "Who are you calling," Paul inquired.
        Nick sighed, "Molly,"
        "Want us to leave," Paul questioned.
        "No," Nick said dialing Molly.
        Nick slowly dialed Molly at the Gallery, "Gautreau Gallery;
Molly Knight," Molly said.
        "Nick Knight," Nick replied.
        "Honey, what's wrong?  I can hear it in your voice." Molly
inquired.
        "A rape case and I needed to hear your voice." Nick told her.
        "Oh darling, lunch mandatory," Molly said.
        "I'll be there after the crime scene," Nick said.  "Love you,"
        "Love you too," Molly said hanging up.
        "Kathy said she'll call or stop by," Allen reported.
        "Her house; I have the address; Nick," Paul said touching
his arm.
        "Lunch with Molly after the crime scene," Nick said.
        Paul looked towards Allen, "Done, I'll drive; he and I will
go eat and pick you up afterwards; okay,"
        "Okay, thanks," Nick said.  "What's the address?"
        "It's---uhm---fifty-two and ninth; west." Paul told him.
        "Let's go," Nick said starting the engine.
        Nick exited the parking lot heading for Carmen's home and
parked in the driveway.  The house was covered in yellow tape and had
signs of medics being there.  Paul reached into the glove box
removing three pairs of latex gloves and passed them out.  They
exited the car, walking up the path and entered the house slipping
into the gloves.
        "All right; where?" Paul said.
        "Make a circle, right to left," Nick suggested.
        "Done, lead on," Allen said.
        They first scanned the living room, moved onto the kitchen
and then the bathroom; nothing unusual.  The place was a shambles;
pictures lined the walls; papers everywhere and clothes here and
there.  They came to her bedroom; where the rape took place.  The bed
was completely bare, no sheets or blankets; blood and semen all over
it.  Nick stood by the bed, pulling out his cell phone and called it
in.
        "Nick," Paul replied.
        "I'm okay, we wait for them then lunch, okay," Nick said.
        "Done," Allen agreed.
        They removed in the house exploring, waiting for Forensics
to arrive and do their job then clean up.
        ****
        At the Gautreau Gallery; Molly managed to clear off of her
desk, getting ready for Nick, knowing he would need special care, but
a knock echoed from the door and slowly opened.  Molly looked up, her
eyes filled with shock and fear.  There, before her stood her ex-
boyfriend from France.  Molly stood very close to her desk; praying
Nick would be there soon.
        "Richard," Molly whispered.
        "Molly Ebourn, it's been too long." Richard said.
        Molly exhaled, "It's Mrs. Molly Knight now; I'm married."
        "Who's the poor soul, darling?  You promised me." Richard
replied.
        "Until you hit me; it's over and done; I'm Nick's wife and
proud of it." Molly said, relaxing seeing Nick standing directly
behind him.
        "Who's Nick?" Richard asked.
        Nick cleared his throat, "That's me, Detective Nick Knight;
Metro Homicide."
        "I see," Richard said.
        "Do you?" Nick replied.
        Nick strolled by him holding Molly and gently kissed her
cheek; he felt her body shaking, "Hey darling,"
        "Hey darling," Molly said.
        "Your business here?" Nick inquired.
        "Saying hello," Richard answered.
        Nick inhaled, facing him directly, "You did, say goodbye. 
One more thing, don't bother my wife or life will be hell.  Do we
understand each other?"
        "Yes sir." Richard answered.
        "Have a nice day." Nick said.
        Richard, grinding his teeth, staring at Molly, slowly left
the room and closed the door behind him; Nick quickly turned around
embracing Molly until she stopped shaking.  Molly sat on the desk
glued to his body.
        "Here; I thought my day was bad; you okay; he didn't hurt
you did he?" Nick questioned.
        "No, just scared me; I never thought he would…" Molly replied.
        "It's all right; I'm right here; maybe take a vacation,"
Nick suggested.
        "I can't; I'll be fine," Molly replied.
        "Anything I can do," Nick inquired.
        Molly inhaled, looking into Nick's blue eyes, "I know it's
selfish, but I need…"
        "It's not," Nick whispered.
        Nick removed his jacket and gun placing them into the chair,
pulling out a condom from his back pocket and unbuckled his belt. 
Molly, hands still shaky, unzipped his fly, moving his pants slightly
down and she lightly touched him.  Nick gave her the condom; he
kissed her passionately as she slipped it on and he gently lay on top
of her penetrating her; Nick could see the tears in her eyes and
stopped.
        "Molly, you okay; am I hurting you?" Nick asked.
        Molly moaned, "No, please don't stop, please,"
        "All right," Nick said.
        Nick slowly moved loving her; he went deeper, feeling his
arousal getting harder and hotter.  He felt his essence approaching;
Molly held on tight, 'please, now, please,' she pleaded.  Nick,
breathing heavy, 'Molly---uh---I'm,' he said then suddenly stopped,
saying her name, moved once or twice and rested upon her chest.  Nick
leaned up gazing into her eyes and smiled.
        "You okay," Nick inquired.
        "Yes, much, that was wonderful," Molly said.
        Nick exhaled, "Same here; let me help you up."
        "Thanks," Molly said, sitting up and reached for the towel. 
"Nick, I'm…"
        "Before you say it; what have we said?" Nick said.
        "True," Molly whispered.
        "I was coming here for the same reason, so, we comforted
each other."
        "All right, you're right; let's take that off and clean him
up." Molly suggested.
        Just as they removed the condom, cleaning him off; Molly
fixed the belt and Nick zipped up; a knock then Paul entered.
        "OOPS, sorry," Paul said closing his eyes.
        "It's okay," Nick said.
        "Please tell me; after," Paul inquired.
        Nick chuckled, "Yes, after;"
        "Good, hey Molly; Forensics called, now; I'll be outside,
bye," Paul said closing the door.
        "He'll feel guilty all day," Molly said.
        "No, he'll raze me all day." Nick said.
        "I'm sorry, honey," Molly replied.
        "It's okay; if he comes back; call me, period." Nick said
firmly.
        "I will, but I'll be fine," Molly said.
        "I know, but please understand; he's a bomb set to go off; I
need to be firm here." Nick replied.
        "I promise; I'll have a guard outside the door; just in
case," Molly told him.
        "Thank you, love you," Nick said.
        "Love you too," Molly replied.
        Nick kissed her passionately, "Call me,"
        "I will," Molly whispered.
        Nick grabbed his jacket and gun; getting dressed and left
her office.  Nick climbed into the car, but didn't see Allen and
looked towards Paul.
        "Where's Allen?" Nick asked.
        "At the station; how's Molly?" Paul inquired.
        "Ex-boyfriend is in town," Nick told him.
        "Uh-oh," Paul said.
        "For him, yeah; let's go see Kathy and I promised to take
Lucien back to the doctor's." Nick said.
        "Okay," Paul replied.
        Nick started the engine, backing out of the driveway and
headed for the Forensics building.  Nick parked out front, turning
the engine off and they climbed out.  They ran up the stairs,
entering the lab and saw Kathy hovering over Carmen's body.  They
quietly walked in and stood along the slab, waiting.
        "Hey, Kathy," Nick whispered.
        "Hey guys," Kathy replied.
        "What is it?" Paul asked.
        "Carmen Ratta; thirty years old; she was poisoned by
mercury, but was brutally raped before she was." Kathy briefed them.
        "Damn," Nick whispered.
        "She was sodomized by a hot metal object; can't tell you
what because all the tissues along the vagina wall and cervix were
completely burned.  I did find some semen, but had to send it out
because of the condition of the body, so hopefully he's in CODIS and
we'll find him." Kathy explained.
        "Any prints?" Nick inquired.
        "Sadly, no," Kathy answered.
        "Great," Paul replied.
        "Was she FBI?" Nick questioned.
        Kathy hesitated, "Not sure, check with Allen,"
        "We need to run those files," Nick said.
        "Tell you what; you take care of Lucien and I'll play with
the files with Allen." Paul said.
        "Call me, okay," Nick replied.
        "I will, later," Paul said.
        Nick quickly left the lab running down the stairs over
towards his car, climbing in and started the engine.  He quickly
pulled away driving to the Raven to pick up LaCroix and pulled up out
front; where LaCroix was waiting.  LaCroix climbed in, very quiet and
Nick drove to the lower levels.  Nick turned the engine off, reaching
over, nudging LaCroix's arm.
        "Hey, what is it?" Nick asked.
        "Uhm---Nicholas," LaCroix said hesitating.
        Nick sensed something serious, but personal, "Lucien, what
is it?"
        "Do you remember when you thought Molly was…?" LaCroix
started to say.
        "Lucien," Nick said.
        LaCroix clearing his throat, "Well, we made love the other
night and realized it broke,"
        "Is she?" Nick questioned.
        "Too soon," LaCroix replied.
        "At your age, I shouldn't…" Nick said laughing slightly.
        "Nicholas," LaCroix said.
        "I'm sorry," Nick replied.  "Plans are?"
        "If not; no problem; if she is; I'll be a true Daddy."
LaCroix said.
        "You already are; I'm proud of you, father," Nick said.
        "Nicholas," LaCroix whispered.
        "Don't worry; I'm always here; Molly too," Nick said.  "Come
on,"
        "I'm glad," LaCroix replied.
        They slowly climbed out of the car, walking towards the door
and entered the hospital.  They strolled down the corridor entering
Doc's office and closed the behind them.  They saw Doc talking on the
phone, glaring at LaCroix and hung it up sighing.
        "Lucien, something you wish to share?" Doc insinuated.
        "Uhm," LaCroix whispered.
        Doc laughed, "Lucien?"
        LaCroix placed both hands into his pockets, "It broke."
        Nick snickered, "At least you remembered."
        "Yeah, he forgot; anyway, wait a few days then bring her in
or buy a test." Doc said.
        "All right," LaCroix replied shyly.
        "Okay Lucien, you are one hundred percent human; everything
is normal and fully functional." Doc told him.
        "Great," LaCroix exhaled in relief.
        "Relax Lucien; has Tian appeared yet," Doc inquired.
        "Oh my, no," LaCroix said, slightly scared.
        "Don't worry; he can't touch you," Doc said.  "Now, go home
and becareful."
        "I will thank you," LaCroix said.
        They slowly left his office, walking outside to the car and
climbed in.  Nick noticed how distant LaCroix was, but also saw a
grin slowly appearing and tapped his arm.
        "What is it, what's the grin for?" Nick asked.
        LaCroix laughed slightly, "A baby,"
        "What?" Nick replied.
        "A baby," LaCroix repeated facing Nick.
        Nick exhaled, "Talk to Jamie,"
        "Always," LaCroix replied.
        Nick smiled, "I would like a brother,"
        LaCroix chuckled loudly, "Home Nicholas,"
        Nick started the engine, driving out of the garage, heading
for the Raven and parked out front.  He turned facing LaCroix; still
laughing.
        "Here you go; I'm going home to Molly." Nick said.
        "Thank you," LaCroix said sighing.
        "Keep me posted, Dad." Nick said.
        LaCroix scoffed slightly, "Bye Nicholas,"
        "Bye," Nick whispered.
        LaCroix stepped out of the car, watching Nick drive away and
entered the club, seeing Jamie sitting on the bar; waiting for him. 
He strolled down the stairs walking towards Jamie and embraced her
tight, but sensed something was wrong.
        "Jamie," LaCroix whispered.
        "Lucien, about the possible…" Jamie said.
        LaCroix smiled, "If not, later, but I did give it thought
and I laughed, happily; being a true father felt warm, exciting and
scary."
        "I see, are you saying if I'm not; you wish to have one?"
Jamie inquired.
        "Oh, Darling; I only want a child if we both do; I would
never force you to do that." LaCroix told her directly.
        "I know," Jamie replied.
        "Jamie, we'll continue to use the condoms until the test is
done; have our answer and discuss the planning of our child." 
LaCroix replied smiling.
        "Love you so much," Jamie said happily.
        "Why are you still shaking?" LaCroix asked.
        "Scared and excited," Jamie answered.
        LaCroix exhaled, "Hmm---never be scared; I'm always here for
you; about being excited,"
        "Yes," Jamie said softly.
        "Do you have one; I'm not sure he can wait," LaCroix said
grinning.
        "I was hoping you would say that." Jamie said.
        Jamie moved closer to him, opening her legs, unbuckling his
belt and unzipping his fly.  LaCroix's breathing became erratic,
breathing heavy and hard, 'please, hurry,' he said.  Jamie moved his
pants, seeing his arousal hard and ready; she slipped the condom on;
he jumped slightly and she guided him in.  LaCroix gasped slightly
from the intense heat, 'I'm close darling.' he whispered, moving
faster; she wrapped her arms around him, they held each other as they
moaned louder, and Scott saw them from the backroom.  'I can't hold;
I'm…' LaCroix whispered, losing his balance.  'I've got you, come on,
come for me, please,' she said breathing heavy.  'Jamie,' he said as
his essence emerged; he moved once then exhaled hard.  Jamie stroked
his back, breathing heavy and laughed slightly.
        "You okay," Jamie inquired.
        "Much, you," LaCroix questioned.
        "Yes, where did that come from?" Jamie asked.
        LaCroix smiled, gazing into her eyes, "Let's go shower and
we'll talk about it in bed,"
        "Uh-oh," Jamie said.
        "Maybe, come on," LaCroix said.
        Jamie handed him a few towels to clean up and they strolled
into the backroom then headed home.  Scott quietly entered the club,
laughing, but stopped suddenly, someone was near; not a good feeling.
He began to clean up and prepare for the night shift.
        Nick had just arrived home; he kicked off his shoes, placed
his things on the table and his gun safely away when Molly snuck up
behind him and goosed him.  Nick jumped slightly laughing, turned
kissing her and smiled.
        "Hi," Molly said.
        "Hey, Darling got to go," Nick said running to the spare
bathroom.
        After doing his business in the bathroom, he returned to
Molly, kissing her passionately.
        "I'm sorry, long day and I was laughing so hard," Nick
briefed her.
        "What was so funny?" Molly asked.
        "Well, remember when you were late," Nick inquired.
        "Yeah, uh-oh," Molly replied.
        Nick grinning, "Well, Lucien said it broke, so who knows?"
        "That's not funny," Molly replied.
        "Well actually; he's pondering the idea; I told him I would
like a brother," Nick said grinning.
        "Nick, shame on you," Molly replied.
        "Sorry," Nick said grinning.
        "What about you?" Molly asked.
        "What about me?" Nick questioned.
        Molly smiled, "Have you pondered the idea of fatherhood?"
        "Yes, a lot," Nick said.
        "And," Molly replied.
        A slight knock upon the door, "Later, Darling; that's Paul
and Allen," Nick said.
        "Nick," Molly whispered.
        Nick walked over opening the door; Paul and Allen entered
the loft and saw Molly going upstairs.  They stood by the piano and
talked quietly.
        "Molly okay?" Paul inquired.
        "Yeah, we're having dinner with Lucien and Jamie here." Nick
told them.  "What you got?"
        "Tony and I played around and came up with a list; Paul and
I played tag and we have two possibilities." Allen said.
        "A case a year ago and the one two months ago." Paul replied.
        "Where are they now?" Nick asked.
        "I have an agent out in Texas checking on the year old case
and we'll check the two month one when Bill releases it." Allen
answered.
        "Cool," Nick said.  "Any hits from CODIS,"
        "Not yet," Paul said.
        "Ideas," Nick suggested.
        "Allen, was Carmen FBI?" Paul asked.
        Allen thought, "She was the decoy in the, oh man,"
        "What?" Nick asked.
        "Two months ago; in the states; Maine I think." Allen said.
        Molly came down the stairs waving to them and entered the
kitchen to prepare dinner.  LaCroix and Jamie suddenly entered and
strolled by, but LaCroix stood by the couch watching Nick.
        "All right guys; focus on that and round up in the morning
at the station." Nick said.
        "How are you holding up?" Paul asked.
        "I'm okay," Nick said.
        Paul grinned, "Molly helped,"
        "Always," Nick answered.  "Go on, later,"
        "Bye guy," Allen said.
        Nick closed the door as they left, turning around, seeing
LaCroix standing at the couch; waiting for him, and Nick cautiously
approached him.
        "Am I in trouble?" Nick asked.
        "I'm planning to buy a truck so Jamie can have the car."
LaCroix said.
        "Whoa, great idea; how is Jamie?" Nick questioned.
        "She's fine; nothing unusual yet." LaCroix said.
        "Come on; I'm starving." Nick said.
        They joined the ladies at the table enjoying a hot meal,
wine and water with warm conversation.  After about an hour of
sharing each other's company; they quickly cleaned up and retired to
the living room, snuggling on the couch.
        "What kind of truck are you looking for?" Nick asked.
        "A big one; good for camping, traveling, transporting and
the movies," LaCroix said.
        "Sounds like fun, Jamie, what do you think?" Molly said. 
"Jamie,"
        LaCroix looked at her then Nick, "She's asleep,"
        "It is late," Nick said.
        "Jamie, Jamie darling," LaCroix whispered.
        "Lucien, what happened?" Jamie asked.
        LaCroix laughed, "You fell asleep; let's go home."
        "Night guys see you tomorrow," Nick said.
        "Thanks, Molly, goodnight," LaCroix replied, walking Jamie
to the door.
        Nick quickly stood up with Molly at his side, "Lucien,"
        LaCroix saw his son's eyes, "We're fine, we'll do lunch at
the Raven."
        "All right," Nick said.
        "Nicholas," LaCroix replied.
        "Yeah," Nick replied.
        "Pick one up for her; I know it's a lot…" LaCroix said.
        "No problem; I'll get it, don't worry." Nick answered.
        "Thanks," LaCroix whispered.
        LaCroix and Jamie slowly left the loft and returned to
theirs.  Molly stepped around seeing the fear in his eyes and
carefully embraced him.
        "Nick, do you think," Molly inquired.
        "That Jamie's pregnant, looks like it or…" Nick said.
        "She's really tired." Molly replied.
        "I guess," Nick replied.  "Most women take about a month or
so before signs show up."
        "Not every woman is the same, and where it's her first time;
she might be different." Molly said.
        "Molly," Nick whispered.
        "Come on, time to rest.  Get her a test and we'll all know,
okay," Molly replied.  "Come on,"
        Molly led Nick upstairs to their bedroom and prepared for
bed.  Molly noticed the silence, the hesitation in Nick and lightly
touched his thigh.
        "Hey, what is it?" Molly asked.
        "It will sound silly," Nick said.
        "Try me," Molly suggested.
        Nick exhaled, "I'm scared."
        "Of what," Molly inquired.
        "Jamie seemed so helpless; fragile," Nick replied.
        Molly inhaled, "What about me?"
        "Yeah," Nick whispered.
        Molly laughed, "Darling, you're so sweet.  If she is; it's
just her body adjusting to the changes taking place, once done;
she'll be fine until labor time."
        "Really?" Nick replied.
        Molly smiled, "Really, come on, time to sleep."
        Molly snuggled along side of Nick under the blankets and
slowly drifted off to sleep.  However, in LaCroix and Jamie's loft;
LaCroix sat along Jamie's side holding her hand, and she finished a
glass of water.
        "How do you feel?" LaCroix asked, slightly scared.
        "I'm fine; Lucien, you're shaking." Jamie replied.
        "I'm scared for you," LaCroix answered.
        "Honey, I'm fine; just tired." Jamie replied.
        "Are you sure?" LaCroix questioned.
        "Oh honey; your thinking I'm pregnant," Jamie said.
        LaCroix sighed, "Well,"
        "That's still a possibility, but…" Jamie answered.
        "Nicholas is picking up a test for us, please," LaCroix
requested.
        "All right, but understand; it may still be too early."
Jamie briefed him.
        "If it says no, and you're still this way; we'll do it again
and call Doctor Mason." LaCroix replied.
        "All right, come to bed; I'm cold and I need you to warm me
up." Jamie said.
        "My pleasure," LaCroix said softly.
        LaCroix slowly crawled under the covers snuggling up against
her, wrapping his arms around her waist, and they slowly drifted off
to sleep with Jamie stroking LaCroix's back.
        ****
        The night hours slowly passed into early morning, sun rising
high, a slight chill in the air and Molly slowly rolled over opening
her eyes seeing Nick sound asleep.  Molly leaned up lightly kissing
him; no response; she then turned up the heat and kissed him
seductively.  Nick slowly wrapped his arms around Molly's waist,
embracing, kissing her in return.
        "Morning," Nick replied smiling.
        "Morning, Darling," Molly said.  "How do you feel today?"
        "I'm okay; still worried about Jamie." Nick answered.
        Molly smiled, "You're so sweet; all right, time to get up
and get ready."
        "Do I have to?" Nick said pouting.
        "Yes, come on; I'll massage your back," Molly told him.
        "That's it," Nick replied sadly.
        "Maybe," Molly seductively whispered.
        "Lead on, ladies first then me," Nick said.
        "Deal," Molly replied, crawling off the bed.
        Nick followed her out of the bed and prepared for the day. 
Downstairs, in LaCroix's loft, he woke up looking at Jamie and
noticed she was sweaty and shaking.  LaCroix sat up leaning over and
shook her.  Jamie quickly woke up reaching for LaCroix.
        "Lucien, what's wrong, bad dream," Jamie inquired.
        LaCroix laughed slightly, "I'm fine, you're all sweaty and
shaking."
        "Oh sorry; I thought it was you," Jamie replied.
        "How do you feel?" LaCroix asked.
        "Not sure," Jamie said lying on the bed.
        LaCroix glanced at her slowly placing his hand upon her
stomach, stroking her and smiled.
        "Penny for your thoughts," Jamie said.
        "Uhm---wondering, dreaming," LaCroix said.
        "It feels good," Jamie replied, touching his hand.
        "Lucien; you will make a wonderful father; look at
Nicholas," Jamie replied.
        "But I never changed his diapers," LaCroix replied.  "And
you will be a beautiful mother; this is right."
        "Planning a child?" Jamie inquired.
        "Yeah," LaCroix whispered.
        "Yes, it's wonderful; come on, shower and work day," Jamie
told him.
        "No heavy stuff," LaCroix ordered.
        "Lucien," Jamie said.
        "Jamie," LaCroix said firmer.
        Jamie sighed, "Yes darling,"
        "Please," LaCroix softly pleaded.
        "Follow me," Jamie said, crawling out of the bed and led him
into the bathroom to clean up for the day.
        Upstairs in Nick and Molly's loft; they were enjoying their
coffee after a warm breakfast.  A slight knock echoed from the door,
it slid open and Paul walked in sitting down in the chair exhaling. 
Nick glanced at Molly, in fear of asking, but his curiosity got to
him.
        "I'll bite; what's wrong?" Nick asked.
        "Dog house," Paul said.
        "For what," Nick inquired.
        "I forgot to pick her mother at the airport." Paul told them.
        "Uh-oh," Molly replied.
        "Why didn't you tell me?  I would have made sure you got
her." Nick said.
        "I know; I'm an idiot." Paul said.
        "No, you're not; come on, we need to check in and play with
those CD's." Nick said.
        "I guess," Paul mumbled.
        "Tell you what, while I'm at the Raven; you plan a lunch,
roses and a romantic meal with Carla; two hours then meet me at the
station." Nick replied.
        "I'll try," Paul replied.
        "Good," Nick said.  "Bye, love, call me,"
        "Day off today; I'll be here," Molly said.
        "Tempting," Nick said grinning.
        "Have a nice day; roast pork tonight." Molly said.  "Love
you, bye."
        He stood up tapping Paul's knee and they quickly left the
loft.  They rode down in the elevator, outside to the car and climbed
in.  While Paul called Carla; Nick started the engine backing out
driving to the station and parked along the right side of the
building.  He turned the engine off; they climbed out and headed
inside where Allen was waiting for them.  Allen waved them down to
his office closing the door behind them and they sat down around
Allen's desk with hot coffee.
        "Okay, we have some new stuff to add.  Paul write notes."
        "Let it rip." Paul said.
        "What you got?" Nick asked.
        "Recap; we have one FBI agent dead and one woman decoy; both
related to the case two months ago.  They were both poisoned with
mercury and the new item; the semen results came in." Allen said.
        "Well," Nick inquired.
        "Unknown, but Mark Ting's fingerprint was on her; ex-FBI
agent, fired; threatened to bomb the subway, and I was his
replacement." Allen told him.
        "What?" Paul questioned in slight shock.
        "Two months ago Mark Ting was put away for his threat;
murder of six people and he's mean and nasty." Allen explained.
        "Add two more to that list." Paul said.
        "Do you think he will still bomb the subway?" Nick asked.
        "Yeah, try to anyway." Allen replied.
        "Great," Nick whispered.
        "Any marks on him," Paul inquired.
        "Says here; he has a cobra's head tattooed on his upper left
arm; he's also a kendo expert." Allen briefed them.
        "Sounds like he's eliminating the replacements; maybe carry
out his threat of the bomb." Nick said.
        "Possibly, we need to find him fast." Allen said.
        Suddenly, Nick's cell phone rang, pulling it out from his
pocket, "Knight,"
        "Knight here," Molly replied.
        "Hey Love, you okay," Nick inquired.
        Molly laughed, "Yes, miss you; we need Capri wine for dinner."
        "I'll pick one up, miss and love you," Nick said.
        "Love you too," Molly replied.
        Nick pushed the button, hanging it up, but it rang again,
"Knight,"
        "Nick, blood results are in, stop by," Kathy requested.
        "Okay," Nick answered, hanging up.
        "Let me guess, Molly first; she's lonely," Paul replied,
"And?"
        "Funny, Kathy, blood results are in, let's go," Nick told him.
        Paul sighed, "Married life; the love and the…"
        "Enough, you'll find out in a few months," Nick said.
        "True, lead on," Paul replied glancing at Allen.
        Nick led the way out of Allen's office, out of the building
to the outside and walked down the stairs over to the car climbing
in.  Nick started the engine, drove away from the curb and drove a
few blocks down to the Forensics building.  He parked out front
turning the engine off; they climbed out and ran up the stairs inside
of Kathy's lab.  They saw Kathy leaning over a microscope on the
slab, smiling and writing a few notes into a file.
        Kathy heard them walking in, raised her head and grinned,
"Hey guys,"
        "What you got?" Paul asked.
        "Well, the semen came back unknown sadly, but not the blood;
some was Carmen's, but also Mark's." Kathy said.
        "Did you run it," Paul inquired.
        "Still waiting; no hits yet, sorry," Kathy replied.
        "Call us, a.s.a.p." Nick requested.
        "Sure thing," Kathy answered.
        Nick's cell phone rang, "Knight,"
        "Hey Nick; can you two come back?  Bill's here and with a
witness." Allen told him.
        "On our way," Nick said, hanging up.
        "Allen, Bill's at the station with a witness." Nick briefed
him.
        "Cool, thanks, Kathy." Paul replied.
        "Thanks," Nick said.
        "Anytime," Kathy said.
        Nick and Paul quickly left the lab running down the stairs
and climbed into the car.  He started the engine and drove back to
the station to meet with Allen and the others.
        ****
        At the Raven, LaCroix and Jamie finished cleaning up after
the morning rush and sat at the bar drinking water.  Scott quietly
walked in from the backroom and stood by LaCroix hesitating.
        "Lucien, may I get you anything?" Scott asked.
        "I would like some strawberries," LaCroix said.  "Jamie,"
        No answer, but LaCroix touched her leg, "Yes?" Jamie
whispered.
        "Are you all right?" LaCroix asked.
        "A little tired," Jamie said.
        "Why not go upstairs and lie down for awhile?" LaCroix
suggested.
        "Okay, thanks," Jamie replied.
        Jamie reached over kissing LaCroix upon his cheek and walked
into the backroom to rest in their old room.
        Scott turned his attention towards LaCroix with great
concern, "Lucien, is there something wrong with Jamie?"
        LaCroix laughed, "Well, not to be too blunt, a condom broke
and its possible Jamie's pregnant."
        "Is this good news," Scott inquired.
        LaCroix smiled, "Yes, we're planning to add a child.  We
discussed it; if she's not, we're planning to."
        "That's wonderful; I wish you the best." Scott replied.
        "Yes, splendid," Tian said from the far corner.
        "Lucien," Scott said.
        "What is it?" LaCroix asked.
        "Behind you," Scott told him.
        LaCroix turned around and saw Tian standing a few feet away.
LaCroix stood to face him, sent Scott to Jamie and call Nick.
        "Tian, not long enough," LaCroix said.
        "Human," Tian said feeling disgusted.
        LaCroix smiled proudly, "Yes I am."
        "Jamie as well, and with child," Tian replied.
        "I don't remember, but enough, you have no right here;
you've lost all of us, say goodbye and don't return for any reason."
LaCroix said.
        Suddenly, from behind him, Nick appeared, "Lucien, you okay?"
        "Yes, I'm fine," LaCroix replied.
        "I'll be in touch," Tian said, flying away.
        "Are you sure?" Nick inquired.
        "Yes, hungry," LaCroix questioned.
        "Yeah, here; now, it's best first thing in the morning;
she'll do the test and you go in; take a leak or something and read
it together.  That way, you both did it." Nick said.
        "All right, is that how you two did it?" LaCroix asked.
        "Yeah," Nick answered.  "Where's Jamie?"
        "Resting," LaCroix replied.
        "I'm back; is he gone?" Scott asked.
        "Yes food please," LaCroix requested.
        "Right away," Scott replied.  "She's sleeping."
        "Thank you," LaCroix said.  "Jamie and I talked about this."
        "And," Nick inquired.
        "We will wait for the results; if she is, wonderful, if not;
we're planning one." LaCroix told him.
        "Fantastic," Nick said happily.  "Molly and I are getting
itchy for one."
        "Really?" LaCroix replied, not totally surprised.
        "Here you go," Scott said.
        "Thanks, yeah, we need to talk more about it." Nick answered.
        "Always," LaCroix said.
        "Keep me posted; I need to pick up Paul and head back to the
station.  Scott, Molly's ex-boyfriend is in town; watch over her; he
was abusive towards her in the past." Nick expressed his concern.
        "No problem." Scott said.
        "Thanks, she's at home; alone; I'll be there shortly.  No
killing, unless he harms her and don't bring him across." Nick
instructed.
        "All right," Scott said.  "I'm on my way."
        "Safe journey, Scott," LaCroix replied.
        "Lucien, call me, please," Nick requested.
        LaCroix smiled, "I will; I'll go to Jamie,"
        Nick embraced LaCroix slowly leaving the club returning to
the station; Scott used the tunnels to watch Molly and LaCroix walked
into the backroom then entered the small room seeing Jamie on the
bed.  He placed the bag by his side and sat down by her side.  Jamie
opened her eyes and saw the worry and fear in LaCroix's eyes.  She
sat up embracing him and stroking his back then saw the bag.
        "How do you feel?" LaCroix inquired.
        "Rested," Jamie answered.  "What's in the bag?"
        LaCroix smiled, "Our test for the morning."
        "Great," Jamie said shying away.
        "What's wrong?" LaCroix asked.
        "I'm not sure," Jamie replied.
        LaCroix sighed, "Well, let's go home, relax and talk about
it."
        "Okay, lead on," Jamie said kissing him passionately.
        LaCroix led the way out of the club to the outside and
locked it up.  They climbed into the car, driving out of the alley
and headed home.
        Scott hovered above the sky window watching Molly walk
around and prepared a warm dinner for Nick.  Molly was about to sit
down on the couch when the buzzer went off; she walked over to answer
it and Scott swooped in to join them.
        "Richard," Molly said stunned.  "How did you know where to
find me?"
        "It's in the book." Richard told her.
        "Hey, Molly, Nicholas home?" Scott inquired.
        Molly inhaled, "Not yet,"
        "Mind if I wait?" Scott queried.
        "Uhm---no---come in," Molly said.
        "Thanks, I'll be at the piano." Scott said.
        Scott walked by Richard who tried to stop him, but Molly put
up her hand, "Richard, you're not welcomed here or the Gallery."
        "Do you realize what took place after you left; my
position?" Richard said firmly.
        "That has nothing to do with me; I'm happily married and
very much in love with him.  I want you to leave and never return."
Molly said strongly.
        "You don't have the right," Richard said moving towards her.
        "If you wish to see the sunrise; you will leave here, now,"
Scott demanded.
        "You are?" Richard inquired.
        Scott walked over standing in front of Molly, "The name is
Scott James; friend of the family; Mrs. Knight said leave; I suggest
you do so, or do you need assistance,"
        "No," Richard answered.
        "Well?" Scott inquired.
        "Fine," Richard replied.  "Don't return to the Embassy."
        "Fine," Molly whispered.
        Richard turned about leaving; Scott closed then locked the
door and faced Molly with tears in her eyes.
        "You all right?" Scott said.
        "Yeah, help me carry the food downstairs; we're staying
there tonight." Molly requested shaking.
        Scott hugged Molly a few moments to calm her nerves, "Sure,
come on, but let me call the Raven, get things ready." Scott said.
        As Molly walked off gathering the food for dinner with
LaCroix and Jamie; Scott stood aside with his cell phone and dialed
Nick.
        ****
        At the station in Allen's office; they had finished the
round-up and exhaled loudly from exhaustion.
        "All right; that's it for now; it's getting cold.  I heard
from Maine; nothing there." Allen said.
        "So far; it's just Mark Ting, but this is too big for him;
there's someone else," Nick suggested.
        "Well, everything points to the bombing case." Paul replied.
        "How convenient," Nick said.
        "Talk," Allen suggested.
        Mark Ting is involved, but someone is making sure it sits on
him; what was the case a year ago about." Nick inquired.
        "Interesting, hold that thought," Allen said, playing with
the keyboard to the computer.
        Suddenly, Nick's cell phone rang pulling it out of his
pocket, "Knight,"
        "Nicholas, it's Scott; Richard was here," Scott told him.
        "Is she all right?" Nick inquired.
        "A little shaken, but she's fine; I threatened him," Scott
explained.
        "Good, stay with her; I'll be there soon." Nick replied.
        "We're going to LaCroix's loft for dinner; you're staying
the night.  I'll stay here to secure it." Scott said.
        "Thanks Scott," Nick said hanging up.
        "Problem?" Paul replied.
        "Ex-boyfriend found the loft and bothered Molly." Nick
replied.
        "What's his name?" Allen asked.
        "Richard LeBleu; he's someone big in the Embassy." Nick
answered.  "Why?"
        "Later," Allen said.  "How's that case?  Oh shit," 
        "What?" Nick asked.
        Allen laughed slightly, "Unreal; figure this out; the year
old case involved transportation of illegal weapons from Russia to
the shores of France."
        "No way," Nick replied stunned.
        "Oh yeah; the apparent leader was never found; claimed
diplomatic immunity and the bombing started in South of France to
here." Allen explained.
        "This is huge," Paul said.
        "I'm afraid so; I'll call Bill; get his opinion on this;
huge round up tomorrow." Allen replied.
        "Now what?" Nick asked.
        "Go home and get happy." Allen suggested.
        "Done," Nick replied.  "Need a lift?"
        "I've got the truck, smooch Molly for me." Paul replied.
        "Call me Allen; I have a bad feeling; this will explode in a
bad way." Nick told him.
        "I hear you, later," Allen said.
        Nick exited Allen's office walking through the station and
outside to his car.  He climbed in closing the door and exhaled
loudly.  He pulled out his cell phone calling LaCroix and started the
engine.
        "Hello?" LaCroix replied.
        "Hey, Lucien, how's Molly?" Nick asked.
        "She's fine, are you on your way?" LaCroix inquired.
        "Yeah, need anything?" Nick questioned.
        "No, we're fine." LaCroix answered.
        "Jamie," Nick inquired.
        "The same; see you soon." LaCroix said hanging up.
        Nick hung up his phone placing it back into his pocket and
headed for home.  LaCroix walked into the living room where the
ladies were enjoying cold water and light conversation.
        "That was Nicholas; he'll be here shortly." LaCroix told them.
        "Great, then we'll eat." Molly said.
        "Jamie, how are you feeling?" LaCroix inquired.
        Jamie hesitated, grinning, "I'm fine; a little tired."
        "Still," LaCroix sighed concerned.
        "I'm sorry honey, let's fix the table and eat when Nicholas
arrives."
        "Nothing to apologize for, darling; I'm just worried about
you.  Come on," LaCroix said extending his hands to the ladies.
        LaCroix warmly escorted them to the table setting it
romantically and Molly lit the candles, just as LaCroix pulled out
Jamie's chair, the door opened with Nick running in and Molly running
embracing him tight.
        "Oh, I needed that, but hold for a moment, be right back,"
Nick said.
        "Hurry," Molly replied.
        Nick ran into the spare bathroom; forgot the door and
unzipped.  He urinated exhaling in relief and zipped up.  He flushed,
washed his hands and returned to Molly's arms.
        "Better," Molly said smiling.
        "Much how was your day?" Nick inquired.
        "A very clean home and Richard found it." Molly said.
        "I know, you okay?" Nick inquired concerned.
        "Yeah, how was your day?" Molly questioned.
        "Crazy," Nick said sighing.
        "I have a cure for that." Molly said.
        Nick grinned, "I'll bet; let's eat."
        "Come on," Molly replied walking by his side.
        They strolled over to the table; Nick kissed Jamie's cheek,
stroked LaCroix's upper back and sat down next to Molly.
        "Sorry; I'm late," Nick apologized.
        "No problem, let's eat." LaCroix suggested.
        They each took turns serving the hot meal and cold water. 
They enjoyed subtle conversation, a few laughs and loving thoughts of
each other.  After about an hour; they cleaned up and ran the
dishwasher.  They stood at the staircase and glanced around the loft.
        "Everything's done," LaCroix said.
        "Great," Jamie replied.  "You two are at the end of the hall."
        "Lead on," Nick said yawning.
        "Poor soul," Molly whispered.
        "Can you ladies give us a minute alone?" Nick requested.
        "Jamie, you go and rest," LaCroix instructed.
        "Don't be long," Molly suggested.
        "Trust me; I'm ready," Nick said grinning.
        "Uh-oh," Molly said walking up the stairs with Jamie.
        Nick waited for them to disappear, "Lucien, how do feel?"
        "I'm actually scared," LaCroix said.
        "That's normal, why?" Nick inquired.
        "To actually know there's a life that's truly part of me and
Jamie; mainly me." LaCroix replied.
        "If the tests says no, then what?" Nick questioned.
        "Make it say yes later." LaCroix answered.
        "Animal," Nick replied.
        "You and Molly?" LaCroix inquired.
        "We're still talking about it, maybe," Nick said.  "Let's go."
        Nick led the way up the stairs and they entered their own
bedroom.  Nick saw Molly lying down under the blankets; naked and
smiling.  Nick could only smile and stripped down to his underwear. 
He slowly sat down and exhaled.
        "Man talk?" Molly inquired.
        "He's a very scared potential Dad." Nick said laughing.
        "I see," Molly replied.
        "He asked about us," Nick replied.
        "And," Molly said.
        "I said we're talking about it," Nick answered.
        "Are you ready?" Molly asked.
        Nick exhaled, "Is anyone truly ready?"
        "True," Molly said.
        "My fear is you; you carry the baby, tend to it and the
labor part," Nick said.
        "Will you be there with me?" Molly asked.
        Nick snuggled close to her, "I wouldn't miss it for the
world."
        "I'm ready and willing if you are," Molly said.
        Nick smiled with watery eyes, "Yes,"
        "When?" Molly whispered.
        "Now," Nick said.
        Molly inhaled, "I love you."
        Nick slowly removed his underwear climbed under the blankets
with Molly; they embraced and massaged each other.  Molly reached
down stroking his hardness; he moaned with every stroke.  Their
breathing became erratic and heavy.  Nick rolled in between her legs;
she raised hers allowing him to penetrate her and she moaned, moving
slightly from his intense heat.  Nick slowly rocked in then out,
moaned with her heat.  Molly held onto his back, feeling the out of
control heat from him.  'Ah---Molly---I,' Nick whispered going
deeper.  'Please,' she pleaded.  'Molly, I can't hold,' Nick said
breathing heavier.  'Don't, please,' Molly moaned.  He moved slightly
faster, going deeper and felt his hot essence explode deep inside
her; hesitated.  He moved once or twice then rested his sweaty head
upon Molly's warm chest and exhaled.
        "You okay?" Molly inquired winded.
        Nick breathing hard, "Yeah, you,"
        "Very hot," Molly answered.
        "Same here, love you," Nick said.
        "Love you too, darling," Molly replied.
        Nick and Molly cuddled, loving and maybe slept for the
night.  But in LaCroix and Jamie's room; he saw Jamie lying down
looking distant and he slowly sat down at her side rubbing her
stomach.
        "What's wrong?" LaCroix asked.
        "I'm nervous, and…" Jamie paused.
        "Scared, I can understand that, but always know, I love you
and I will always be here for you and the baby." LaCroix told her.
        "I know, are you," Jamie replied.
        "So much has happened; changed since our wedding night; yes
I'm scared, but it seems calming knowing we have each other, Nick and
Molly and our family of friends." LaCroix said.
        "True, let's get some sleep so we can test in the morning."
Jamie said.
        LaCroix smiled warmly snuggling along side of Jamie and they
drifted off to sleep.
        ****
        The night hours slowly passed into early morning, sun
shining high above the city, not a cloud in the sky, but a slight
chill with a dusting of snow upon the ground.  The sun beamed into
Nick and Molly's room waking Molly up first then she kissed Nick.  He
slowly opened his eyes seeing her glowing smile and gave her one in
return.
        "Morning," Nick said.
        "Morning, darling," Molly replied.
        "You okay," Nick inquired.
        "I'm fine, any regrets about our decision?" Molly queried.
        "None, you," Nick replied.
        Molly giggled slightly, "None, happy?"
        "Very, immensely…" Nick answered proudly.
        "Okay, okay, let's prepare a hot breakfast; let them be
alone on this floor." Molly suggested.
        "Great, shower," Nick requested.
        "I'll race you," Molly said grinning.
        They quickly climbed out of bed with Molly entering the
bathroom first then Nick and Molly showered for the day.  After about
an hour of dressing; they walked down the stairs and entered the
kitchen preparing a warm breakfast.  However; upstairs, LaCroix woke
up first sitting on the edge of the bed holding the pregnancy test
and exhaled.  Jamie felt the motion of him on the bed, woke up and
sat next to him.
        "Lucien, what is it?" Jamie asked.
        "This is it," LaCroix mumbled.
        "Come on," Jamie said hugging him.
        LaCroix opened the box handing her the test strip, "I'll be
right here, and we'll read it together."
        "Deal, love you," Jamie replied.
        "Love you too," LaCroix said.
        Jamie slowly stood up, walked into the bathroom and closed
the door.  About ten minutes passed by and Jamie walked out sitting
down at LaCroix's side.
        "You okay," LaCroix inquired.
        "Nervous, but okay," Jamie said.
        LaCroix exhaled, "All right, I need to go and I'll bring the
test out for us to read."
        "Okay," Jamie whispered.
        LaCroix stood up walking into the bathroom and closed the
door.  He stood by the toilet pulling down the front of his lounge
pants and held his penis.  He urinated, fixed his pants and flushed. 
He moved towards the sink washing his hands and dried them then
picked up the test strip.  He opened the door walking towards Jamie
and stood in front of her.  Jamie looked up into his eyes and saw a
flow of tears rolling down his face.  Jamie stood to face him and
held him at his waist.
        "Lucien," Jamie whispered.
        LaCroix sniffed his tears back, smiling, "We're pregnant."
        "What?" Jamie asked surprised.
        LaCroix embraced Jamie, spinning her around, "We're having a
baby."
        "Oh, Lucien," Jamie replied crying.
        They kissed and embraced each other over the loving news of
an addition to their family.  They quickly showered, dressed and
cleaned up the room.
        Nick and Molly had finished setting the table, and heard
them coming down the stairs.  They walked towards them, meeting them
at the bottom of the stairs and stood in silence.
        "Well?" Nick inquired.
        "Well what," LaCroix said.
        "Lucien," Nick replied louder.
        LaCroix grinned with tears, "Oh; we're pregnant."
        "Yes, fantastic; I'm thrilled," Nick yelled embracing
LaCroix and kissing Jamie.
        Molly smiled, "I'm so happy for you both,"
        They embraced each other in the joy of the news.  They
walked over to the table, and enjoyed a hot breakfast and toasted to
the new life.
        "I'm so thrilled; I'm an Uncle," Nick said beaming.
        "Yes you are, and Molly's an Aunt." LaCroix replied.
        "Yeah, and you are a Daddy; Dad," Nick said directly to him.
        LaCroix sniffing his tears, "Yes,"
        A slight knock echoed from the door, LaCroix yelled, 'come
in,' and Paul entered with Allen behind him.  They stood at the table
and felt the overwhelming excitement in the room.
        "Okay, who did it?" Paul asked.
        "He did." Nick said.
        "What?" Allen asked louder.
        "Jamie and I are expecting a baby." LaCroix answered proudly.
        "Whoa," Allen said.
        "All right Lucien; Jamie," Paul said happily.
        They each embraced LaCroix and Jamie then sat down by Nick.
        "Fantastic, I'm thrilled," Paul said.
        "Me too; the very best," Allen replied.
        "When this case is done; we'll have a legal dinner party."
Paul replied.
        "Great idea," Jamie said.
        "But sadly; work time; I'll stop by and don't forget to call
Doctor Mason." Nick said.  "Molly,"
        "I'll help clean up and I'll be at the Gallery, home at
three; it's an easy day today." Molly told him.
        "I'm speechless Lucien, that's how thrilled," Nick said.
        "Thank you; safe journey," LaCroix replied.
        "Forensics first; let's go," Nick said.
        They quickly stood up, but Nick kissed Molly then Jamie and
embraced LaCroix.  Nick followed his friends out of the loft riding
down in the elevator and outside to the car.  Nick and Paul climbed
into the caddy while Allen jumped into his truck; they started their
engines and quickly drove to the Forensics building parking out
front.  They exited their cars walking up the stairs and inside. 
They walked into Kathy's lab and saw her hovering over a microscope
with a horrified look on her face.
        Allen approached her, "Honey, what is it?"
        Kathy jumped slightly, "Don't do that."
        "Sorry," Allen apologized.
        "All right; we have two dead; one agent and one woman; she
was sodomized by a metal rod that was extremely hot." Kathy replied.
        "What?  She wasn't alive, I hope," Paul inquired.
        "I don't know, but he left semen behind, and Rubert called
with the results." Kathy briefed him.
        "And," Nick questioned.
        "Classified; Diplomatic," Kathy told him.
        Allen stunned, "Wait, wait; we have a possible two cases out
for revenge with a diplomat."
        "What the hell is going on here?" Nick asked in anger.
        "Before we search Mark's place, let's go to the station;
I'll have Bill meet us there and Reese." Allen said.
        "This is getting…" Paul said.
        "I hear you." Allen said.
        "Thanks.  Kathy, anything else?" Nick inquired.
        Kathy inhaled, "She had skin tissue under her fingernails
and he's hurt; I'm guessing an arm, maybe his chest or his penis."
        "Chest and…" Paul said.
        "Here, stand in front of me; if you are on the top; I can
scratch arms, your chest and if I can lower to your happy place."
Kathy said showing them.
        "We'll need a body search warrant." Allen said.
        "Thanks, later darling." Allen said.
        "I'll call you on the rest." Kathy replied.
        They quickly left the lab and stood outside on the sidewalk.
        "Okay, follow me and we'll poke at Mark's place." Allen
instructed.
        "Let's roll," Nick said.
        Nick and Paul climbed into the car; Allen into his truck and
they followed Allen to Mark Ting's home on the lower east side.  They
parked a few feet past the house, turning their engines and lights
off and climbed out meeting at the trunk of the caddy.
        "Okay, gloves gents and have your gun in hand.  Examine
everything in side and out, but stand ready in case he returns."
Allen ordered.
        "Okay," Paul answered.
        "Done," Nick answered.
        "Let's roll; Paul take the back; Nick and I the front."
Allen instructed them.
        They quietly walked towards the house, going where they were
told and scanned everything around them.  Nick slowly turned the
doorknob; it was unlocked, so he slowly pushed the door open with his
gun drawn directly in front of him.  They cautiously entered the
house looking in every corner and behind every door.
        The house was a complete shambles, broken furniture, beer
cans and pizza boxes everywhere and a foul stench in the air.  They
walked towards the back of the house bumping into Paul then noticed a
room at the end of a narrow hallway, and quietly walked, hugging the
walls, towards it.  Nick and Paul to the left; Allen on the right
reaching around and banged on the door with his fist; at first, no
response, but then a woman's voice screamed and they stood in shock.
        "FBI, please exit the room; we're armed." All shouted.
        "I'm not, please don't shoot," she yelled in return.
        "Open the door and come out where we can see you." Allen
ordered.
        "I'm coming out." She said.
        "Paul, call it in and we need a woman officer." Allen told
him.
        "All right," Paul answered.
        The doorknob slowly turned, the door opened with a creek in
the hinge and a young skinny woman stepped out displaying her empty
hands.
        "Please stand by the wall and tell me who you are." Allen
requested.
        "I'm Leanna Wilcox; Mark's ex-girlfriend; I came to get my
stuff and my key." Leanna replied.
        "I'm Allen Straton, FBI; these are Detectives Paul Coletti
and Nick Knight; where's Mark now?" Allen asked.
        "I wish I knew; I haven't heard from him in days." Leanna
answered.
        "What can you tell me about him?" Allen asked.
        "I can't," Leanna uttered, shaking all over.
        They quickly lower their weapons, escorted Leanna into the
living room as the other officer's entered the house, and Reese
approached them.
        "Lisa, stay here with her." Reese ordered.
        "Yes sir." Lisa said.
        "Okay, boys, talk," Reese instructed.
        "We got a report from Kathy that confirms a Diplomat
involved and blood belonging to Mark Ting." Nick briefed.
        "I called Bill, informed him; he's trying to get clearance,
that's Mark's ex-girlfriend; she could be very valuable to us," Allen
told him.
        "Safe house time, let's get her to the station, question her
and get a statement then set it up; Allen, you and Forensics dust
everything; you two, back at the station," Reese ordered.
        "Okay, let's go guys." Allen said.
        "Lisa, you ride in the back with her," Reese said.  "Let's
go boys."
        Allen and the Forensics lab remained behind while the others
left and headed back to the station.  Lisa escorted Leanna to the
interrogation room with Nick; Paul, and Reese close behind him.  They
sat down around the table, Paul took notes and Nick gave her a glass
of water.
        "Okay, Leanna, I'm Detective Knight; we're preparing a safe
house for you in exchange for everything you can tell us about Mark
Ting." Nick explained to her.
        "He will never find me?" Leanna inquired.
        "Never," Nick answered.
        "A few months ago, he was arrested for a bomb threat, he was
going to trial, but then disappeared.  He came to see me a week ago,
saying he was framed, it was this Rick guy because was ratted on by
Mark; something about weapons in France." Leanna explained.
        "You're doing fine, please go on." Nick requested.
        Leanna leaned upon the table, starting to cry, "Two years
ago, Mark and this Rick guy met up at some café in France; they were
at one table and I was at another.  About two hours goes by; we enjoy
France and went home.  Two Feds were waiting at his house, something
about weapons trafficking.  Where I had nothing to do with it they
let me go and he went with them.  I didn't see Mark again until last
week when he was waiting for me outside of my place.  He was
terrified, upset and he had burns on his hands and scratches on his
chest.  I cleaned him up, gave him some money and that was it until
today at his house with you guys," Leanna explained further.
        "Can you tell me what Rick looked like?" Nick said.
        "All I remember is dark hair, blue eyes and a tattoo on his
upper left arm; I think it's a bird of some sort; I couldn't see it
clearly." Leanna told him.
        "Leanna, you did a fantastic job; I will take you to the
safe house; the FBI will set up a new name, address the works for
you," Nick said.  "Lisa, stay with her; guys outside."
        Lisa remained with Leanna while Nick led the way out and
Paul closing the door behind them.  Nick walked down the hall running
into Allen and Bill coming in and entered Allen's office.
        "Are we secure in here?" Nick asked.
        "Yeah, this little room is sound and bullet proof.  That
place was disgusting.  Forensics is still there but we did find a
picture in that mess.  Nick, do you know this man?" Allen queried.
        Nick inhaled in shock, "That's Richard; Molly's ex-boyfriend
from France….  Oh no; no way,"
        "Allen; Leanna told us about the two cases and this one guy
named Rick; do you think," Paul inquired.
        "Maybe, Bill any luck with the office in France?" Allen asked.
        "Nick, do you have her testimony?" Bill asked.
        "Yes, but she's been promised a new life," Nick answered.
        "That may make them open the door, give me an hour and have
a copy of that for me," Bill requested.
        "Yes, sir," Nick answered.
        "Where do we send her until the house is ready?" Allen
inquired.
        "I have the perfect place," Nick said eagerly.
        "Where?" Paul queried.
        "Raven," Nick said.
        "Good, then we'll transport her later." Allen said.  "Take
her there now."
        "Great, Lucien too," Nick replied.
        Nick quickly excited Allen's office and returned to Lisa
with Leanna in the interrogation room.  He opened the door and looked
around him to be safe.
        "Okay, Leanna, listen carefully, take my hand follow me
outside to my car, keep your head down and I'm taking you some place
safe until the safe house is ready." Nick instructed her.
        "Okay," Leanna answered, slightly scared.
        "Thanks Lisa, let's go," Nick said.
        Nick took Leanna by the hand escorting her out of the
building, down the stairs and over to his car.  He opened the
passenger door and she climbed in lying down.  Nick walked around to
his side, climbed in and started the engine.  He quickly backed up
and drove to the Raven parking out front.  He turned the engine off
climbing out and opened the passenger door.  Leanna climbed out
closing the door and walked with Nick into the club.  They walked
down the stairs and over towards the bar.
        Leanna slowly sat down examining her surroundings as LaCroix
entered from the backroom smiling and saw Nick standing at the bar.
        "Nicholas, always a pleasure," LaCroix said happily.
        "Same here, how's Jamie doing?" Nick asked.
        LaCroix chuckled slightly, "Let's see; she threw up once
this morning and she's sleeping at the moment."
        "Oh dear, it'll fade about the second month, that's what
Molly says." Nick told him.
        "Good, who's this?" LaCroix asked.
        "I'm sorry, Leanna Wilcox; my cousin Lucien LaCroix.  We
need a safe haven for her until the safe house is done." Nick said.
        "No problem, are you hungry?" LaCroix questioned.
        "Yes," Leanna whispered scared.
        "All right, follow me and Scott will attend to your needs. 
Nicholas, wait for me." LaCroix requested.
        "Yeah, I'm hungry too, and Molly's on her way here." Nick
replied.
        "All right," LaCroix replied.
        LaCroix escorted Leanna into the backroom with Scott and
explained the situation to him.  As LaCroix returned to Nick; he saw
Molly sneaking up behind Nick and goosed him.  Nick jumped happily,
turning around, kissed her and embraced her tight.
        "Thanks, I needed a thrill." Nick said showing Molly to sit
down.
        "What's up?" Molly asked.
        "Besides me; anyway, you are staying here with Lucien and
Jamie until I say it's safe." Nick strongly recommended.
        "Why?" Molly asked slightly scared.
        "It seems Richard is involved and he may use you to his
advantage." Nick replied.
        "How?" Molly inquired.
        "Sadly, I can't tell you, but you need to trust me and do as
I ask, please," Nick requested.
        "Always," Molly said.
        "Love you, well it seems Jamie has morning sickness," Nick
suggested.
        "All right; I'll stay with her, but tell me when you can."
Molly replied.
        "Everything; I promise, go on; I'll see you at the loft."
Nick said, kissing her passionately.
        "Definitely," Molly said stroking his backside leaving to
join Jamie in the small room.
        Nick grinned, blushing from Molly's sexual gesture.
        "Nicholas, when you stop blushing, tell me what you can;
what's going on?" LaCroix said teasing him.
        "We're onto a huge case; FBI involved and now this Richard
may be the leader." Nick said.
        "I see," LaCroix replied stunned.
        "I want Molly to stay with you and Jamie.  Allen will pick
up Leanna in a few hours." Nick told him.
        "We'll be at my loft, and Scott will be here watching
Leanna." LaCroix replied.
        "Do you have," Nick started to say when his cell phone rang,
"Knight,"
        "Sorry, Bud; we have another one, be outside waiting and
follow me." Allen said.
        "Done," Nick replied hanging up.  "Damn,"
        "What is it?" LaCroix asked.
        "Another one," Nick answered sighing.
        "What did you want before the phone rang?" LaCroix inquired.
        "Oh, do you have any fruit?" Nick asked.
        "Here's an apple," LaCroix said handing it to him.
        "Thanks, later," Nick said.
        Nick bit the apple walking up the stairs and outside.  He
climbed into his car, started the engine and waited for his friends.
        LaCroix strolled into the backroom, up the few steps and
into his old room.  He saw the women sitting on the couch sipping tea
and laughing.  He quietly approached them kissing Jamie's head and
leaned upon the couch.
        "Hello ladies, how do you feel Jamie?" LaCroix asked.
        "Better; I still can't believe I'm pregnant." Jamie said.
        "Tomorrow morning, Doctor Mason," LaCroix said firmly.
        "Okay, Molly told me, she and Nick are trying." Jamie replied.
        "I know; I'm thrilled and hoping for the best." LaCroix
expressed warmly.
        "Thanks, Lucien, where's Nick?" Molly inquired.
        "Working," LaCroix answered.  "Time to go home ladies;
Molly, you are to stay with us.  You can keep Jamie company while I
cook; I'm sure Nicholas will be starving by the time he's done. 
Scott placed clothes in the spare bedroom for you and him." 
        "Let's go," Molly said.
        "I'll leave the car for Scott where he's watching the young
lady; we'll take the van, keys please." LaCroix requested.
        "But…" Molly tried to argue.
        "Keys please," LaCroix requested firmer.
        Molly handed him the keys and sighed.
        "Thank you," LaCroix whispered.
        LaCroix escorted the women out of the room and out of the
club.  They exited through the back door climbing into the van and
LaCroix started the engine.  He carefully backed up driving to the
loft and parked near the elevator.  He turned the engine off; they
climbed out and rode up to the second floor.  They stepped into the
living room, the ladies sat down on the couch and LaCroix excused
himself to make some hot tea.  A few moments passed; he served the
tea and headed for the bathroom.  He stood by the toilet unzipping
his fly and pulled out his penis.  He urinated, put him back zipping
up and flushed.  He moved slightly washing his hands and exited the
bathroom; joined the women at the couch.
        "Preference for dinner?" LaCroix inquired.
        "Chicken," Jamie said.
        "Sounds good; need some help?" Molly queried.
        LaCroix exhaled, "No, relax; Nick will be here later and
he'll need you."
        "Another one," Molly inquired.
        "A body yes, rape; I don't know." LaCroix answered.
        "Poor Nick," Molly whimpered.
        "He has you to come home to." LaCroix said.
        "He has us Lucien," Molly said.
        LaCroix laughed slightly, "True, but…"
        "I know," Molly replied.
        "I'll start dinner, rest easy," LaCroix said walking away.
        The women enjoyed slumbering on the couch and LaCroix
prepared a hot meal for them.
        ****
        Across the city near the docks, cruisers with flashing blue
lights, yellow tape and men examining the crime scene.  Nick and Paul
saw Kathy, with Allen at her side; they approached her and waited.
        "Hey, guys; sorry to say another agent, but this one is real
nasty." Kathy said, bluntly.
        "How bad?" Paul inquired.
        "Well, he was shot, stabbed, burned, sliced, etc.," Kathy
said sadly.
        "Okay, enough, got gloves," Allen said.
        "There's a box of them on the gurney; I'll be here when
you're done.  Nick, I heard about Lucien and Jamie, that's
fantastic." Kathy replied.
        "Thanks, let's go, guys," Nick suggested.
        They each exhaled hard walking towards the box and each
removed a pair of latex gloves.  They snapped them on, Allen took
notes and Nick went one side; Paul the other.
        "Oh my God; he's pissed." Paul said.
        "You think?  Let's start," Nick said frustrated.
        "I know him guys; his name was Hayden Bovill; he was the
agent two months and a year ago." Allen told them.
        "Great," Paul sighed.  "Nick, over here, left ear, a needle
hole and silver balls."
        "Got it," Allen said.
        "Allen, I've got a tie clip with two initials on it," Nick
briefed him.
        "They are," Allen questioned.
        "R L," Nick answered.
        "Rick," Paul mumbled.
        "Yeah," Nick said sighing.
        Nick and Paul made their way back towards Allen, removing
their gloves and joined Kathy at Reese's side.
        "Well guys," Reese inquired.
        "The same, mercury plus the slaughter, also I found this tie
clip with RL on it." Nick said.
        "That Rick guy," Reese replied.
        "Richard LeBleu; Diplomat of France," Nick quoted.
        Reese exhaled, "You know this guy?"
        "Yes, Molly's ex-boyfriend before me; he's also a woman
beater," Nick told him.
        "Great," Reese said exhaling, slightly yelling.
        "Excuse me, Cap, this came over the radio," Jack said giving
him a note.
        "Thanks, Jack," Reese said reading it.  "Okay guys; it's the
address for the drug store that sold the needles to Mark o