The Nomination: It seems so long ago that I read Darkest Before The Dawn, but of everything Janet has written, this one resonated the deepest with me and is my favorite story of hers to date. The emotions she portrayed spoke to my heart and were wonderfully written, almost difficult to read at times because they were so easily felt. In addition to an emotional main plot, the case in the story was full of twists and turns and a mystery that was beautifully executed. A great piece of writing on its own, it's also a satisfying conclusion to her first trilogy, beginning with Hiding in Plain Sight and September Morn. It was a story I didn't want to stop reading once I started and I would love to see it displayed in our Showcase!

As time goes by, some relationships grow and some relationships end…and not everyone has a choice...


A/N: This fanfic concludes the "trilogy" (if you will) which began with Hiding in Plain Sight and continued in September Morn. While the first two were written episode-length, this is one is extended to double-length.







“Razi, let’s go!” The petite, young woman tugged at the leash in her gloved hand. She normally wouldn’t be walking him this late, but she had gone out with some friends earlier, and hadn’t returned home when she planned. At least Razi was a large dog and looked like he would protect her, though he was more likely to lick someone to death than offer a fierce defense if she needed it.

Resuming her path through the dusting of snow on the sidewalk, she glanced around the park. It was cold and still, shrouded by darkness except where the lamps cast their garish glow. Pulling Razi closer, she picked up her pace, unease suddenly sweeping through her. She startled at a thump to her left, then laughed nervously at herself when she realized it was just some icy snow that had fallen from a tree limb and hit the frozen ground.

The lights of her apartment building beckoned from only a block away when Razi began whining and pulling at his leash. She tried to urge him on with her, but his determination would not be swayed, his size and strength an even match for hers. “Razi! Aw, come on…please? We’re almost home!” She put her weight into the tug-of-war, unaware of the patch of ice under her foot, and suddenly found herself sitting on the frozen ground, the leash easily pulled from her startled grasp. “Razi!” she called, pushing herself up and brushing herself off. A quick glance around revealed no one in sight as she followed her dog toward the trees.

The dim light didn’t quite reach the spot where she found him darting back and forth nervously, barking at something unseen in front of him. Reaching for his leash, she peered into the darkly shadowed brush to see what had his attention, her eyes adjusting after a moment to reveal a vague outline in the snow near the base of a shrub. She blinked hard, frowning, and leaned a little closer; Razi whined and then her eyes widened as the form became clear. Stumbling back with a horrified gasp, she dropped the leash, and screamed.

Chapter 1

One week earlier…

“Have fun, tonight, you two…bye!” Lucy’s smile was bright as she watched Jack and Sue head out on their weekly Saturday night date. After spending most of the day catching up on errands and chores with Lucy, Sue had hurried to get ready to go out with Jack. Everyone who knew them could see they were deeply in love, and it was only a matter of time before they got married. Lucy had a front row seat, being Sue’s roommate, watching them grow closer and closer, and she was so very happy for Sue. Her best friend’s dreams were coming true, and she couldn’t imagine anyone who deserved that kind of happiness more.

The sound of the door closing tightly behind them seemed an appropriate cue, and she let the smile fade from her face, her shoulders dropping as she looked around the silent apartment. Thoughts were swirling in her head, playing with her emotions. Taking a deep breath, she looked down in front of her to see a pair of brown eyes staring up at her in commiseration. “It’s just us tonight, Levi, and I’m probably not the date you envisioned either,” Lucy said as she bent to scratch his ears. “Time for a distraction; let’s go see what’s on television.”

Lucy took a seat on the sofa as Levi settled himself at her feet. She absently rubbed his head as she flipped through the channels, but there was nothing on that caught her eye. Turning it back off, she rose and filled the CD player; it was just one of those nights and some of the older recordings in her collection seemed to call to her. As the first song began to play, she went to the kitchen to prepare a cup of tea and then wandered back to the sofa. It wasn’t the first time she spent the evening relaxing and reminiscing, but somehow, tonight, it felt different.

She shook her head as Color Me Badd’s version of “Forever Love” started playing, so many memories flooding through her mind. Billy Benton had been special, at one time seemingly the love of her life; seeing him just over a year ago had answered a lot of questions for her…including the great “what if?” of a broken relationship. The conversation she had with Sue about him played in her mind. I had to find me without him, and I did that… Now I can move forward, knowing that what we had was wonderful…but what’s out there, waiting for me, someday, will be even better. She took another sip of the soothing tea. But am I really moving forward? Or have I missed the opportunity somewhere? How do I know? Where is my forever love?

The last refrain trailed away and she settled lower in the cushions, leaning her head back and closing her eyes. As the familiar melody of another old favorite quietly filled the air, she released the reins on her thoughts, finally letting them roam free to take her where they would. In her head she knew that it probably wasn’t the wisest thing to do, knowing that her emotions would inevitably follow where her thoughts would lead; but sitting alone in the apartment, she didn’t care…it was time to give her head a rest and let her heart lead. The world outside fell quietly away as she retreated inward.

Jack and Sue…what they have is a forever kind of love. The kind of love I’ve been looking for. Of course, I’m thrilled for Sue. She’s such a wonderful person, and Jack’s a great guy. I knew the moment I saw them together that they were perfect for each other. Took some time, but now they’re so happy! A bittersweet smile crossed her face. But I wonder why I can’t seem to find that? Why my relationships have all failed, and I’m sitting here alone on a Saturday night? Is it me? Some flaw in how I look, or how I act? Am I not exciting enough? Too dramatic? Not interesting enough? Too cautious? Too… something? Or not enough… something? Why does it happen for some people and not for others?

Even Tara has Stanley. They both had a hard time recovering from their ordeal with the terrorists, especially everything Stanley went through, but they’ve worked through it, and are as close as ever. Since she’s been back to work, I’ve never seen Tara so happy. She has someone to share her life, and he supports her in the job she loves so much, understanding how much it’s a part of who she is. Huh, the last time I went out with a guy and told him I worked for the FBI, he couldn’t end the date fast enough. She shook her head at the humiliation she had felt when he dropped her at the curb and pulled away as soon as she closed the car door, never bothering to call again. He had seemed so nice at first, and then…oh, why can’t I find someone who’s mature and caring, and interesting. He doesn’t even have to be drop-dead gorgeous, but a nice personality would be appreciated!

And then there’s the advice everyone likes to give. ‘Don’t look for love. It comes when you least expect it.’ I wish someone could tell me what that means, and how that works, because I sure don’t understand it! It’s not like I go around looking for men to fall in love with; I mean, please! Oh, and my favorite… ‘You’ll marry your best friend.’ Well, at one time that might have been Myles, and look how that turned out! There’s no way singles bars are the answer, and there aren’t that many single men at church! So where do you meet interesting people, create the friendships that could become so much more? Jack and Sue got lucky, in a lot of ways… people who work together every day rarely find the kind of love they have, and then find a way to keep it separate. Friends and co-workers by day… two people very much in love and planning their future by night.

Speaking of the future, when they get married, things are going to change so much. I’ll really be alone then… and then what? Sure, Sue and I will still have the occasional girls’ night out, and go shopping together, but what about the day-to-day aspect of having someone around to talk to, to have dinner with…to offer a word of encouragement after a particularly hard day or tough case? Not to mention the fact that with her moving out, I’ll need to find another roommate, or a smaller, less expensive apartment… it’s not just their lives that are going to change. I don’t…

She jumped as the phone rang, nearly spilling her tea as the cup bobbled in her hands. Quickly setting it on the coffee table, she hurried over to the phone and answered it. “Hello?”

There was a short, startled gasp at the other end of the line. “Oh! Lucy…baby! I didn’t expect you to answer; I was going to leave a message for you.”

“Hi, Gram! No, I’m here… is there something wrong?” Lucy gripped the phone tightly, worry that there was bad news settling on her already unraveled emotions… her grandmother didn’t call often, and usually it was during the day.

“No, honey; nothing’s wrong! I was going to leave a message to invite you to come to church with me tomorrow.” She paused and Lucy breathed a sigh of relief. “The children are going to be presenting a play, and I thought you might enjoy it; you used to love being in them so much when you were little.”

Lucy smiled at the memory. School plays had been fun, but she had enjoyed church plays even more…acting out stories from the Bible, dressing up in costumes and singing special songs. They’d had more meaning to her, and she could still see her dad’s face in the congregation, beaming at her with love and pride. “Gram,” she said finally. “That sounds really great! Just what I need this weekend! Do you want me to pick you up?”

Her grandmother could hear the strains of a familiar song come through the phone as Lucy walked over to shut off the CD player, and frowned; there was something about that song… Setting it aside in her mind, she answered Lucy’s question. “That would be good, baby. I’ll be ready and waiting for you. And maybe after church is over, we can go to a quiet place and have a nice Sunday dinner… give us a chance to talk; it’s been too long again.”

“Yes, it has, Gram,” Lucy agreed with a gentle smile. Spending time with her grandmother was always uplifting, and after tonight, it was exactly what she needed. They made final arrangements and said their good-nights. Hanging up the phone, Lucy decided it was a good time to go change her focus… it was a good time to wash her hair and pamper herself a bit. And if it wasn’t too late, maybe some ice cream was in order!

Chapter 2

The clouds that had brought snow for several days had finally cleared, and the night sky was filled with stars sparkling like diamonds against black velvet, the bright moon just past full casting shadows behind them on the frozen concrete. Walking along in the cold, still air, neither of them wanted the night to end, but the coffee shop where they had gone for dessert after the show had closed and so they were reluctantly making their way back to her apartment.

Jack smiled as he looked over at Sue. He had walked her home a hundred times if he’d done so once, and though the path was familiar, the feelings he felt every time he looked at her always seemed new. She was beautiful, without question, and the touch of pink in her cheeks from the cold air only made her more breathtaking. But he loved her even more for the inner beauty that far eclipsed her outward appearance, and that love was only growing stronger every day. He knew he would never tire of being with her, discovering more about her, loving her. There was no doubt in his mind that she was the one he wanted for a lifetime. And he was sure that she felt the same.

He gently squeezed her hand and she turned her eyes from the wintry scene to him. “I had a really good time tonight.”

“I’m glad. I did too,” Sue replied. “I wasn’t sure what you would think of the Gallaudet Dance Company… but it was my turn to choose.” She nudged him with her shoulder playfully as she spoke the last words, and then turned when he stopped walking.

“It was a good choice.” Jack faced her, his expression earnest as he caught her other hand. “I said I want to share your world, Sue, and I meant that. You’ve taught me a lot, and I want to know more. That’s why I suggested we take turns making plans, because you have so much to share, and I want to make sure we build a life together that reflects both of us.”

“That’s what I want, too, Jack,” Sue said softly. Her eyes were shining as she looked up at him, and he couldn’t help but draw her a little closer until their lips met in tender affirmation of their hearts’ desire. Releasing her hands as they parted, she stepped into his arms and he pulled her close.

Her door was only a few steps further, and Jack kept his arm around her as they made their way to it. Stepping inside, the temperature was much warmer and Sue turned into his arms with a gentle smile. Jack’s gaze was warm as he smiled back at her. “I’ll call you tomorrow. Maybe we can get together with some friends in the evening.”

“That sounds like fun. Maybe Lucy will want to come too,” Sue offered.

“See what she says,” Jack replied with a nod. He looked toward the door, the cold darkness outside, then back at her. “It’s late…I should go…” His eyes showed he didn’t want to.

“I know,” Sue echoed his thoughts with a small sigh.

Tightening his hold, he pulled her closer and lowered his head to capture her lips. Arching into his embrace, she slid her hand around his neck as he deepened the kiss, the world around them slipping away as they lost themselves in the moment. Easing back, he brushed her cheek softly with his thumb and she met his gaze. “I love you,” he said before brushing her lips with another light kiss and then releasing her.

“I love you too,” she replied. “Good night.” She turned and started up the stairs, and Jack watched her for a moment before heading back outside. Lost in his thoughts of her, he didn’t feel the cold as he made his way home.

Entering her apartment, Sue closed the door and leaned against it. Reliving the sensations of Jack’s embrace, she smiled; dreams she hadn’t dared to dream were coming true in the love of this special man. And his love was without question; he showed it in so many ways, from soft gazes and touches to his passionate kisses, from his gentle care when they were together to his stern admonishment when she was careless with her safety. There were times when she couldn’t wait for the day when they committed their lives together forever, and yet there was a part of her that was enjoying the heady romance and anticipation.

Levi trotted up to greet her, and she bent to rub his head. “Hey, buddy; where’s Lucy?” she asked him softly. Following him through the dimly lit apartment, her smile faded a bit as she felt a wave of disappointment. As late as it was, she had hoped Lucy would wait up and they could catch up over tea or hot chocolate. It hadn’t been happening very often lately; Lucy had become distant, and Sue couldn’t help but wonder why her best friend wouldn’t talk to her about what was going on. She went into the kitchen for a glass of water and found Lucy’s note. Sue, I’ll be spending the day tomorrow with Gram. Hope you and Jack had a good evening. See you later! Lucy

“Well, so much for catching up with her tomorrow,” Sue mumbled to herself as she wrote a quick note back mentioning the tentative plan for the evening and asking if she wanted to come along. When she awoke the next morning, Lucy was already gone, her note of reply noncommittal.

Chapter 3

Settled at their table, Lucy smiled at her grandmother. Going to church with her had felt like it did when she was growing up and visiting for the summer, and she briefly wondered if maybe she shouldn’t consider making the drive across town more often on Sundays. “Thanks for inviting me today, Gram. The play was wonderful… the kids are so cute! And they did a great job!”

“They remind me of when you were that age!” Gram chuckled. “I wondered how they would put it together when I heard it was the story of “The Prodigal Son”, but they were even better than I imagined!”

“Whoever did their costumes was a genius! Putting fake pigs ears and noses on the chorus for that one song… what a great idea, and I could see how much the kids loved it!” Lucy smiled as she viewed the picture in her mind. “The couple who played the parents, do you know them very well?”

“You mean Matt and Janine?” Gram waited for Lucy to nod. “Well, they aren’t a couple, actually. He’s married with three children; his wife was sitting across the aisle from us.”

“And,” Lucy looked thoughtful, “the little girl who played the servant must be Janine’s daughter then, right?”

Gram shook her head. “No, Janine isn’t married. Little Jessie is her niece – her sister’s daughter. They do have a strong resemblance, though.”

Lucy’s eyebrows came up. “She’s single? Gram, the way she sang that song, there was so much emotion in it that I had tears in my eyes! I was sure she was a wife and mother, and that’s how she related to the words. I mean, think about it, it’s in the title… ‘Letting Go, Never Means Letting Go of Love.’

A knowing smile touched her grandmother’s face. “Those words don’t have to apply just from the perspective of a parent, Lucy. Janine has gone through a lot; she understands more than a lot of people the deeper meaning of that song, and that is what you saw and heard coming through in her singing.”

“What happened, Gram?” Lucy sat forward, resting her arms on the table, her expression serious.

Reaching across the table, Gram patted her arm affectionately. “It’s not really that something happened, baby; it’s more like what hasn’t happened and how she has learned to deal with it.” Lucy looked confused, and yet there was something in her eyes, like she might have an idea of what her Gram meant, but she remained silent. Gram took a deep breath and began Janine’s story, telling Lucy of her wonderful family and the talented young woman who seemed to have the world at her feet. “She had goals and dreams, and anyone who knew her believed she would have it all. And she did achieve many of them: she worked hard to obtain a good education, became successful in business, volunteered to help people, and was very involved in our church and the activities. Her family all live nearby and she was a favorite aunt to her nieces and nephews. Pretty, outgoing, talented, friendly, everyone assumed it was just a matter of time before she caught the eye of a wonderful man and her greatest dream would come true.

“But time passed, and though Janine had a lot of friends, that special someone didn’t appear, and she became lonely. It became harder and harder to see the younger generation growing up and getting married, starting families. She would sing at weddings, help arrange bridal and baby showers, do all the things people asked of her to help share in their joy, but little by little, her own joy was fading. She would smile brightly and wish them the best, but there was a sadness that you could see if you looked real hard.

“And then last fall, Janine looked at her life, and realized that in spite of every blessing she had to be thankful for – and she really was thankful – she was very, very unhappy. Fall was usually her favorite season, when leaves turned all those beautiful colors, the clouds growing greyer and heavier in the skies, the temperature dipping into chilly nights…she always loved that, but not this time.” Gram paused in the story, and looked up as their waiter appeared with their lunches. Glancing at Lucy, she noticed the tears shimmering in her eyes, which Lucy quickly wiped away before thanking him with a smile.

As he walked away, Gram tilted her head and caught Lucy’s eye. “Honey, what’s wrong?”

Lucy’s smile was a bit wobbly. “Let’s just say that I’m relating to Janine a little more than you might think, Gram.” She sniffed a bit and fingered her utensils, not really feeling like eating at that moment. Looking back at her grandmother, she could see that Gram wasn’t eating either, and had a worried expression. “It’s okay, Gram. Please, I’d like to hear the rest of the story. I want to know how it ends.”

“Well, that’s the problem, baby. It really doesn’t have an ending… not yet, at least.” Gram reached across and laid her hand on Lucy’s. “Lucy, honey… you know you can talk to me anytime, right?”

Lucy turned her hand over and wrapped her fingers around her grandmother’s, squeezing her hand gently. “I know, Gram…” She paused and took a breath. “Right now, I’m not sure if I can talk about it; but when I can… when I’m ready, I’ll be knocking on your door.” They shared a smile, and her grandmother relaxed a bit. “Now, from what I saw of Janine today, it’s obvious she feels differently than she did last fall. So, what changed?” Reaching for her fork, she waited for her grandmother to continue the story.

Chapter 4

“Morning, everyone! Hope you had a good weekend, and your calendars are clear. We have a new case.” Jack strode to the whiteboard and tacked a picture on it.

Looks were exchanged around the bullpen as the team set aside paperwork and files; gathering their notebooks and coffee cups, they assembled in the center of the room, perching on the edges of desks in their usual manner. Except Myles. Frowning, he stepped closer and peered at the picture. “Isn’t that…” he looked at Jack as he pointed at the suspect.

“Yes.” Jack opened the blue folder in his hand. “You might remember Peter Cook, Myles’ friendly neighborhood art forger. Seems he’s back in town, and forgery is still his game, but now it has a twist.”

Myles stepped back and folded his arms, intent on what Jack had to say. It had irked him to no end to know he had been duped by the cagey criminal, and he had set up the perfect net in which to snare him. Unfortunately, that plan had been put on hold when they were assigned the homeland security case, and by the time the terrorists had been nabbed, Cook had slipped away. Having a second chance to bag this miscreant was an opportunity he didn’t intend to let go by.

Seeing everyone’s attention focused, Jack began the briefing. “If you recall, Cook was using a painter by the name of Tim Monahan to create forgeries and then contacting unsuspecting art collectors to buy the knockoffs at invitation-only ‘liquidation’ events. We haven’t been able to track down Mr. Monahan yet, and aren’t sure if he’s involved in the new scheme. Lucy, we’ll need your help on that angle.” At her nod, Jack turned and tacked up another picture, this time of an attractive woman with red hair and a porcelain complexion. Grabbing a marker, he wrote her name under the picture, and then turned again so Sue could see him. “This is Sylvia Banning. She appears to be a newcomer to Cook’s schemes; however, she is not new to the concept of crime in the art world. We have information from Interpol that she is strongly suspected of masterminding several thefts in Europe over the past couple of years. Unfortunately, every time they came close to catching her, she slipped away. About six months ago, it appears she made her way into the United States on a forged passport, where she met up with Cook almost immediately. No telling where they initially met or how long they’ve known each other.”

“Maybe she placed an ad in the personals for a new partner in crime,” Myles muttered off-handedly. “Single white female seeks art-loving single male with a sense of adventure. Previous criminal history in theft and forgery preferred.” Feeling something hit the back of his head, Myles turned to see Lucy glaring at him. “What?”

Giving both of them a look, Jack continued. “We believe they have already pulled off thefts in Fort Worth and San Francisco, and given the method they have been using, it is possible there are more. Word has it they are here in DC, and the National Art Gallery is their next target. Friday evening, there will be a black-tie event in the gallery showcasing 17 religious portraits painted in the late 1650s and early 1660s by Rembrandt. Now this is exactly the sort of occasion they like to use for gaining access to the museums. Their MO has been to have a forgery made of a painting in a different gallery than where the event is; and then during the event they slip over to the other gallery, defeat the security measures, switch the paintings and then return to the party. In the San Francisco case, the switch wasn’t discovered until nearly a week after the heist. It was only a couple of days in Fort Worth, but only because they had a problem with their security system and had to rewire the gallery where the paintings had been switched. One of the curators noticed something wrong with the matting and frame while they were moving the painting, and upon closer inspection discovered the forgery.”

Bobby spoke up with a question. “So we don’t think the Rembrandts are the target?”

“No, for two reasons: one, the event will be going on in that gallery, making it impossible for them to pull off the switch; and two, it would be pretty difficult to unload a stolen Rembrandt. The paintings they have targeted so far were smaller-scale works and by more obscure artists, but still quite valuable. We’ll be working with the curators and staff at the NGA to determine which collections might be likely targets and to beef up security.” Jack paused to allow for other questions.

It was Sue who asked the obvious question. “Maybe I’m missing something here, but if we’re pretty sure Peter Cook and Sylvia Banning are the thieves, and we know they are in DC, why don’t we just arrest them?”

“That’s a good question.” Jack gave her an encouraging smile. “First, we haven’t found them yet. But more important, we have a lot of circumstantial evidence, but at this point, nothing concrete enough to make a strong case for the AUSA. We need to catch them in the act, or with the stolen paintings, and put them out of business once and for all. And while we’re at it, if we can tie them to the previous thefts here in the States, all the better.”

Glancing around, he began handing out assignments. “Myles, D, I’d like you to work with the people at the art gallery; make sure you get Tara involved in the electronics end of things. Lucy, work with Tara and see if you two can track down Tim Monahan. If he’s involved again and we can bring him in, we might know what painting they plan to target. Even if he’s not involved, he might still have connections or an idea of who they are using to create the forgeries this time around. Bobby, I need you to liaise with Interpol and our offices in San Francisco and Fort Worth; we need to make sure we have everything they can give us, and keep them in the loop as well. Sue, can you take a look at the surveillance tapes from the museums, see what you find?”

Sue nodded and everyone turned to begin their assignments. Seeing Lucy head to the coffee station for a refill, Sue grabbed her cup and wandered over. “Hey, Luce… we missed having you along last night.”

Lucy glanced her way, and seeing the cup in her hand, turned to fill it. “I’m sure it was fun, but I had a good time with Gram. Sorry I left so early this morning, but I had some paperwork I wanted to finish before everyone got in.”

Sue nodded, and started to turn toward her desk. But as soon as she did, she turned back with a sigh. “Luce? Is everything okay?”

“Fine!” Lucy answered a little too quickly, and Sue looked unconvinced. “Everything’s fine… I’m… fine… you don’t have to worry about me.” She glanced over Sue’s shoulder and waved her hand toward her desk. “I’d better get to work tracking down Tim Monahan before Jack says something.”

Frowning, Sue watched her walk away and then turned to see Jack watching her, a curious expression on his face. Giving him a soft smile and a shrug, Sue went to her desk to begin working on her assignment.

Chapter 5

“Good afternoon, Beltway Mortgage. How can I help you?” Julia winced at the irritated voice on the other end of the line. Calls like this were becoming frequent, all customers of the same loan officer in her company. Julia hated being caught in the middle, but had no choice, intervening whenever possible at the request of her manager. And dealing with issues connected to this particular coworker was especially dicey; the top producer in the office, his volatile and abrasive manner was overlooked by a manager focused on numbers. It didn’t matter that he launched into verbal tirades at her or the others in the office at the drop of hat and with no provocation; as long as he kept the customers happy until the deal closed, and kept bringing in the revenues, they weren’t going to touch him.

But the tenor of recent calls showed that his customers were very unhappy after the closing, and Julia couldn’t seem to find a way to appease them. And so, their messages kept getting passed on to him, and he must have been born with Satan’s silver tongue. Somehow he flattered or confused them into thinking everything was fine, or that they were mistaken. Julia’s quiet investigating showed that neither was true, and what she did find to be true was alarming. Her imbecilic manager didn’t seem to think anything was wrong when she brought her initial suspicions to his attention, brushing her off and telling her to focus on making money for the company, not trouble. But it wasn’t her making the trouble, it was someone else, and what that trouble was could bring down the company.

It was a clever scheme, very well-planned. She hadn’t knowingly contributed to the fraud; but what he had done, and how he had done it, would implicate her as much as anyone. Figuring out how he had used her, and angry at his deception, she’d tried confronting him one evening. Foolishly, she’d gone alone. The fading bruises that resulted from the confrontation were never visible to anyone else, but they had also never faded from her memory. Terrified wasn’t a strong enough word for her feelings toward him, and his threat had been very clear; she had no doubt what he would do to her if she tried to leave the company or told anyone what was going on.

And yet, in spite of her terror, Julia’s conscience wouldn’t allow her to sit idly by while innocent people were hurt, people like this caller. The information was there in the file, and she had to get it before he arrived back in the office. Some day soon, she hoped, she would have what she needed and that information would be her way out. When that day came, she prayed God would show her who she could trust to help her. She had become a pawn in what some would laughingly call a game, but in this game the stakes couldn’t be any higher.

Hanging up the phone, she quietly glanced around and headed for the bank of file cabinets.

Chapter 6

Clicking between the images on her computer screen, Sue rubbed her eyes and focused again on the woman’s features. There was something about her, but at this point Sue couldn’t figure out what it was, and staring at the screen for hours was taking its toll. Lack of sleep from the night before wasn’t helping. She had tried again to get Lucy to talk with her to no avail. Even popping in Lucy’s favorite movie and making popcorn hadn’t helped; she couldn’t be sure Lucy was even watching, seemingly lost in thought the whole time, and quietly heading for bed as soon as the credits rolled.

Feeling Levi’s paw on her leg she looked up to see Jack approaching her desk. “Hey, you have lunch plans? You look like you’re ready for a break, and it is that time.”

Looking at her watch, Sue gasped. “Oh! Yeah, actually I do, and I’m going to be late!” She jumped up and reached for her coat. As Jack took and held it for her to put on she noticed the disappointment in his eyes. Turning back to him, she adjusted her scarf and gave him a smile. “Remember the young woman I told you about from the charity luncheon? I’m meeting her for lunch.”

“You’ve met with her quite a few times now,” Jack observed.

After hooking Levi’s leash, Sue straightened to give him an indulgent look. “It hasn’t been that many times, Jack. And sometimes it’s just coffee. I told you, she’s an interesting person and a talented writer, and helping her with the background information has been fun! I would invite you along, but she’s shy and I don’t want to surprise her like that, though I have told her about you. Let me see what she says, and maybe you can come along next time?”

“Fair enough,” Jack agreed. Tipping his head toward the door, he gave her a smile. “How about if I walk you to your car?”

A short time later, Sue and her friend were settled near the front window of the café, the lunchtime crowds bustling outside in the wintry sunshine. After placing their orders, Sue quickly read through the latest chapters of the story, smiling as she realized the hero had many of the traits of Jack that Sue had shared. She wondered if the young woman even realized how much she had incorporated Sue’s description of him. And through it all, her developing talent was clearly evident. While her personality may have been reserved, there was no hesitancy in her writing… her characters strong, the plot complex and gripping, the storyline compelling. With this being the product, Sue was thrilled to help with her research; it was a fun diversion and her creative story would certainly draw readers. And in the process, they were becoming fast friends.

After their meals arrived, she began outlining the next segment of her story and how forensic evidence would start coming together and point to the real culprit. Time flew by as they discussed details and posed questions, laughing over the little twists that could be added, and before they knew it, they were looking at their watches and realizing it was time to go back to work. Saying goodbye, the two friends headed back to their cars, neither of them noticing the sandy-haired man sitting in a car across the street, watching them through dark sunglasses.

Chapter 7

The next day found Sue reviewing the surveillance footage yet again, and what she had been seeing the day before was starting to form a pattern. “Tara?” Looking up at Sue’s call, Tara rose and walked over to join Sue at her desk. “Take a look at this woman. Does she look familiar to you?”

Tara looked hard at the images Sue pulled up; there was something there. “Can you transfer that to my computer?” Tara asked, and Sue typed in the appropriate commands.

Following Tara back to her desk, Sue turned the extra screen so she could see it while Tara began manipulating the images in another program. “What do you think?” she asked, while Tara focused on her screen.

“I’m running a facial pattern recognition program to specifically scan the woman’s features and compare them to images we have on file.” She looked up at Sue while the program began running. “You’re right, she does look familiar, and if I’m right, we may have figured out how they’ve gotten in and out of the museums unnoticed.” The computer emitted a harsh beep and Tara looked back at her screen. Following her lead, Sue looked down at the screen facing her. The computer had matched the features of the woman from the surveillance; it was Sylvia Banning.

Movement from the doorway caught Sue’s attention and she turned to see Jack walking in. “Jack, I think you need to see this.”

Raising his eyebrows, he walked over and looked at the screen. “What have you got?”

“I’ve been reviewing the surveillance tapes from Fort Worth and the NGA; San Francisco didn’t have anything we could use, as they had already looped over their tapes when they discovered the theft. Neither Sylvia Banning nor Peter Cook seemed to show up in the footage prior to the theft, though they were seen in attendance the nights the thefts occurred. But they had to have information before going in, so I was looking at the footage for people who showed up more than once in the days before the theft or who showed up in Fort Worth and then again here in DC.” Jack gave her an approving nod, and she continued. “This woman,” Sue pointed at one of the images on the screen, “was at the museum in Fort Worth twice before the theft. She showed up again at the NGA in yesterday morning’s footage.”

Tara picked up the explanation. “After Sue showed me what she found, I ran a facial pattern recognition program on the images, and it gave us a match. The woman is Sylvia Banning, in disguise… a very good one, I might add.”

“And one other thing,” Sue added, “she spent most of her time in the East Building, a gallery on the ground floor that showcases small French paintings.”

“That fits the profile of what they’ve been targeting. Nice work!” Jack said appreciatively. “Tara, can you arrange a live feed from the NGA and use the software to scan all visitors real-time? Maybe we can spot her if she comes back and we can put a tail on her.”

Nodding, Tara shifted in her chair, and typed some commands in her computer. Reaching for her phone she looked up at Jack again. “It’ll take some work, but I’ll get it set up.”

“Thanks,” Jack responded. Turning to Sue, he drew her away. “I just got through talking to Tim Monahan, Lucy found him… he’s not going to be any help; seems his last run-in with Myles scared him straight.” He chuckled at Sue’s look. “That community service deal we arranged got his attention, and it’s keeping him on the straight and narrow; he’s even been volunteering as an instructor for an inner city art program.”

Raising her eyebrows, Sue smiled wryly. “I wonder what Myles will think of that.”

Jack shrugged slightly. “Since we don’t have anything on that angle, why don’t we go talk to Howie, see if there’s any word on the street?” He gave her a smile as they started toward their desks. “I’ll buy you lunch while we’re out.”

Chapter 8

“What’s going on?” Walking into the Bullpen with Sue, Jack addressed his question to D who was leaning over Tara’s desk, intently watching something on her screen with her. Sue released Levi to find his place by her desk, while she remained beside Jack.

“Good, you’re here. Tara, would you put that up on the screen, please?” D asked quietly before straightening up to face Jack and Sue. “Sylvia Banning’s just been taken into custody in Chicago.”

“Chicago?” Sue echoed, and shared a bewildered look with Jack before turning to look at the plasma screen. On it was a video clip of Sylvia Banning being interrogated by two FBI agents. The picture changed, the view from the main corner camera in the room replaced by a close-up of their suspect. There was no captioning and Sue watched intently to see the woman’s words. The clip ended after a couple of minutes, and Sue turned to Jack. “I didn’t get all of it, but it looks like she’s saying she is not Sylvia Banning, and doesn’t know who that is.”

“That was the gist of the conversation,” Jack confirmed. “When is the last time we have her here in DC?” he asked, pulling off his coat.

Sue did the same and hung it up behind her desk. “Yesterday morning. We haven’t seen the tapes from today yet…”

“Right,” Jack turned to Tara. “Anything on real-time yet?”

“We’re linked, but haven’t seen anything yet. And they’re sending over this morning’s tape right now.”

Bobby and Myles walked into the Bullpen, followed by Lucy, who placed a takeout bag on D’s desk and handed one to Tara. “What’s up?”

“Our Chicago office just took Sylvia Banning into custody, and sent us a clip of their interrogation. Tara, want to play that again?” Jack asked, stepping out from behind his desk to watch the screen again.

“Sure,” Tara replied and cued the clip. They watched as the woman on the screen protested her innocence, and when it was over, several glanced at the photos on the whiteboard; the identity of the woman in the clip was clearly evident.

“What about Peter Cook?” Myles asked, obviously not relishing the idea that he might get away again.

Jack shook his head. “No sign of him here or in Chicago, that we’re aware.”

“What’re you thinking, Jack?” Bobby asked, settling himself in his chair, facing their team leader.

Jack rubbed his hand across his face and thought for a moment. “Well, everything we have so far still points to a plan in the works here in DC. It’s possible they’ve changed the way they carry it out, that maybe Cook will pull off the switch by himself, or with someone else they’ve added to the scheme. It’s also possible that Sylvia may have gone on to Chicago to plan another heist with the intention of returning to DC before Friday night. We’ve got a lot more questions now, but with her in custody, maybe we’ll start getting some answers. At this point, I think we should continue planning for Friday night. How are we coming along with that? Tara?”

“Now that we know which gallery they’ll target, we’re going in after the museum closes tonight to install pinhole cameras and microphones, as well as extra electronic security. They come anywhere near it, we’ll know immediately, and have what the AUSA needs to get a conviction. Oh, and in case you’re wondering,” Tara added, “the gallery will look exactly the same as it did before we beefed up security. Everything we add will be completely hidden. No one will see anything that will tip them off.”

“Good. We’ll be ready, then, for whoever shows up Friday night. D, work with Tara on the surveillance; if Peter Cook shows up for a preview I want to know it. Bobby, Myles, we need you to hit the streets… see if you can come up with on the other angles. Howie gave us a couple of names.” He handed a slip of paper to Bobby, and walked back to his desk. “Maybe these guys can give us something.”

As Jack began shuffling some papers, Sue walked over to his desk. “What would you like me to work on next?”

Jack reached down and picked up the thick file Bobby had procured from Interpol. Holding up the manila folder, outlined with red tape and marked “Confidential”, he raised an eyebrow and shot her a grin. “How about getting us on the next flight to Chicago? We’re going to talk to Ms. Banning.”

Chapter 9

Sue sat quietly, patiently watching the striking woman across the table. As quickly as could be arranged, they had boarded a flight out of DC and came directly from the airport, courtesy of an Agent Harrison who met them at the gate. Jack had taken the lead in the interrogation, which picked up basically where the other had left off… she was still denying the identity of Sylvia Banning or any knowledge of the scheme. He was pacing behind her, making sure Sue could see him. Keeping the cadence of his questions rapid and uneven, he was intentionally making her nervous, trying to make her stumble in her responses, but every answer was a denial, her eyes full of appeal as they rested on Sue.

“Jack,” Sue finally said firmly. It was her turn. Sitting forward, she opened the file in front of her and glanced at the notes, even though she knew exactly what was there. Keeping her voice soft, gentle, she addressed the woman. “Sylvia, we have a strong circumstantial case against you, and even if we can’t convict you, Interpol has everything they need to extradite you. Give us what we need, help us find Peter Cook, and we’ll do what we can to help you.”

Shaking her head, the woman’s eyes filled with tears. “I don’t know how to make you believe me, but my name is not Sylvia Banning. I don’t know who she is and have never heard of Peter Cook. Why are you doing this? You have the wrong person!”

“We have you on tape, Sylvia. Your disguises are clever, I’ll give you that, but we can prove it’s you!” Jack leaned on the table, his irritation clearly visible.

“My name is Sinead O’Brien. I’m an art teacher, and I just came here for a job interview. Why won’t you believe me?” she cried.

Sue exchanged looks with Jack and took a deep breath. “Okay… Sinead… tell me more about yourself.” Jack pushed away from the table in disgust and walked away, folding his arms as he leaned his shoulder against the wall. Noting the woman’s reaction to him, Sue said gently, “Don’t mind him; talk to me.”

The woman sniffed and wiped the tears from her face; resting her hands on the table, she nervously twisted her fingers. “I’ve been living in Denver for the last six years, teaching art to junior high school students. There was a job opening at a bigger school here in Chicago, and the possibility of joining the staff at the art institute. So, I applied, and they flew me in for an interview. I arrived this morning, and my interview is tomorrow morning; well, it’s supposed to be tomorrow morning…” She trailed off.

“What about family?” Sue noticed the woman’s left hand was bare. “It doesn’t look like you’re married, but what about your parents… do you have any brother or sisters? Someone we can talk to?”

The woman shook her head sadly. “No. I was an orphan; my parents and my sister were killed in an accident when I was a baby. I was adopted right away and my new parents brought me to the States just a few days later, but they’re gone now, too.”

Sue didn’t look at Jack, but she saw him shift in her peripheral vision; obviously, he had caught the same point she did. “You had a sister?”

“Yes, a twin sister,” the woman confirmed.

Jack waved to get Sue’s attention. Where was she born? he signed and mouthed to her, and Sue nodded slightly.

“You said your adoptive parents brought you to the States. Were you born in a different country?”

“I was born in Ireland. My birth parents were Irish; my adoptive parents were Irish-American. It was my dream from the time I was a little girl to return to my birthplace for a visit. My dad and mom planned to take me there for my sixteenth birthday, but then my dad had his accident… he was a carpenter, and mom cared for him for several years, until the cancer took her. Dad didn’t last long after she was gone.” She gently wiped at her tears again, but there was no stopping them. “I still want to go back, to see my parents’ and my sister’s graves… some day.”

Jack watched and listened as Sue kept the woman talking. He didn’t know what to think. The woman’s emotions seemed very real, her story plausible; yet, Sylvia Banning was a seasoned criminal, certainly experienced enough to put on a good act. But Sue’s gentle manner had opened her up, too quickly in Jack’s mind for her to be acting. Just then, the woman glanced over at Jack and then back to Sue with a sigh. “What else can I tell you? Do you believe me now?”

“Let’s just say, you’ve given us some interesting information to check out.” Jack stepped forward and motioned for Sue, who gave an encouraging nod to the woman before preceding him to the door.

Closing the door to the interrogation room behind them, Jack looked at Sue. “Twins. You think it’s possible…?” Heading down the hall, they left the question hanging in the air as Jack reached for his cell phone.

Chapter 10

“I’m sorry you missed your interview, Miss O’Brien. But it appears you, or maybe I should say we, may have a bigger problem.” Jack was sitting at the head of the conference room table, Sue to his right where she could see him and Sinead across from her. The team had worked most of the night on Sinead’s background, cross-referencing against the Interpol file on Sylvia Banning. What they had found confirmed Sinead’s story, but also made it obvious that Sylvia was aware of her twin sister’s existence and had used some of her information to create her own background.

It had taken intense digging and much cajoling to finally find someone who remembered the night of the accident that took their parents’ lives. Sylvia had been severely injured and hadn’t been expected to live. Sinead, relatively unscathed from the accident and orphaned with no other known relatives, was immediately given to her adoptive parents who brought her back to the States just days later. They were aware of Sylvia’s existence as part of Sinead’s family background, but were never informed of her survival. By the time she recovered from her injuries, there was no one to take her, and she had been placed in an orphanage. To say her young life was fraught with challenges was an understatement, and while she had become strong through adversity, it wasn’t a strength of character – she had become cold-hearted and devious, to the point of using her own sister to cover her tracks.

Tara had found evidence that Sylvia had traced her own records back and discovered her twin sister’s existence, only to then follow her records to locate her in Denver. The background information used in Sylvia’s fake passport matched much of Sinead’s true identity. They had further proof that Sylvia had traveled to Denver immediately after arriving in the States; the question that remained was whether the two sisters had met or if Sinead truly was unaware of her twin’s presence.

“Sinead,” Sue began gently. “There’s no easy way to tell you this…” She glanced at Jack, who was watching the other woman intently for her reaction. “Your sister didn’t die in the accident when you were babies.”

Sinead startled, “My s-“ and then froze, her eyes wide as Sue’s words penetrated, the blood draining from her face as she realized what that statement meant. As she struggled for a breath she started to waiver; moving quickly, Jack caught her, twisting her chair back and leaning her forward with her head down.

He looked over as Sue came around the table to kneel by the woman, “I think it’s reasonable to conclude she didn’t know.” Sue nodded silently as she placed her hand on Sinead’s shoulder, feeling it shake as she began to cry.




Lucy answered the phone and looked around the Bullpen. “D, there’s a call on line 3 for the case agent in the art theft investigation. Since Jack is in Chicago, do you want to take it?”

“Sure.” D reached for his phone and picked up the call. The conversation wasn’t very long, and when he hung up, he immediately dialed Jack’s cell. “Jack, it’s D… we’ve got another development…”

Myles and Bobby walked into the Bullpen, and D signaled for them to come over while he continued talking to Jack. Tara left her desk to join the men and find out what was happening.



Glancing at the closed conference room door, Jack closed his cell phone and headed down the hall to find Agent Harrison. When they walked back into the conference room a few minutes later, Sinead had composed herself. Sue turned around when Sinead looked up at Jack. “What’s wrong?”

“We need to get back to Washington.” Jack turned and indicated the man beside him. “Miss O’Brien, Agent Harrison will explain further, but you will have to remain in protective custody for the next couple of days.”

“Wait a minute,” Sinead rose from her seat. “Does this have anything to do with my sister?”

Jack pursed his lips and glanced at Sue, who quickly signed, I didn’t tell her anything. Giving her a quick nod he looked at Sinead. “I’m afraid it does, but we’re not at liberty to give you the details at this time.”

Sinead stood her ground. “Take me with you then.” She raised her hand when Jack began to protest. “If you don’t, I’ll find a way to get there on my own. I know my rights, you can’t keep me here unless you charge me with something, and we both know I haven’t done anything.”

“Actually, we can hold you for twenty-four hours,” he told her, and watched her chin come up. She would find her way to DC, and most likely turn up at the wrong place at the wrong time. Maybe taking her with them wasn’t the worst idea. Watching her for a moment, he finally nodded. “Fine. You’ll come with us. But that doesn’t mean you’re going to be involved, or that you’ll even know what’s going on. If you get in the way, we will charge you.”

Sinead sighed. “I can accept that.”

Chapter 11

“D, what’s the latest?” Jack hoped the cup of strong coffee in his hand would help him deal with the very short night he’d just had.

Looking up, D noticed Jack was alone. “He’s still unconscious; the hospital will call if and when he wakes up.” He nodded toward the door. “Sue coming in?”

“Later… much later, I hope. Between mechanical problems on the aircraft and weather, it took us forever to get back here from Chicago. It was after 2:00 in the morning when we got Miss O’Brien settled, nearly 3:00 when I dropped Sue off at her apartment. I told her to get some sleep and come in later, but you know how she is…,” he paused when he saw D’s expression and followed his gaze toward the door.

“I believe tenacious was the preferred word choice.” D smirked as Jack turned to face the woman they had been discussing.

Sue gave both men a wan smile as she passed by and released Levi. Following her to her desk, Jack waited while she took off her coat. When she faced him again, he could see the fatigue in her eyes. “Hey, I thought I said you didn’t have to come in early today,” he told her quietly.

“You’re here,” she returned with a lift of her eyebrow.

“That may be true, but I’m the case agent. I have to be here.”

Sue shrugged wearily. “I couldn’t sleep. What happened to Sinead just kept going over and over in my mind. Can you imagine finding out your twin that you thought was dead is not only alive, but an art thief wanted in several countries and now suspected of attempted murder? I keep thinking about how she must be feeling.” She took a seat in her chair as Jack sat on the corner of her desk.

Jack nodded in acknowledgment and then smiled. “Probably not a good time for Bobby to tell his evil twin joke.”

Sue rolled her eyes. “I don’t think so. Besides, I’m too tired to laugh.”

“Relax for a minute.” Jack stood and set his cup down. “I’ll get you some coffee and we’ll figure out what our next step is.”





Chapter 12

A small window popped up on Sue’s computer screen, and she clicked to accept the new e-mail she had just received. Sue, I know it’s short notice, but I wonder if we could meet for lunch today? I have some new material written that I need to show you; I think you’ll find it very interesting. Let me know…

Sue glanced at Jack. “I’ll tell her Monday is better, and see if she would mind if you came along.”

Jack smiled and turned his attention back to the mission plan they were finalizing for that evening, while Sue quickly typed a reply.

Lucy stood as she hung up the phone and walked toward Sue’s desk where she and Jack were working. “Jack, that was the hospital. He’s awake.”

“Bobby, Myles…” Jack looked up to see them already reaching for their coats.





His head was wrapped with a large gauze bandage and he was lying very still when they entered the room. “Mr. Anderson,” Bobby said, and he turned to look at them, nodding slightly. “Do you remember us?” He was one of the contacts Howie had given Jack and Sue.

“My memory is intact,” Anderson replied with a grimace. “And I had a feeling you would be back.”

“From what the doctors told us, you’re lucky to be alive,” Myles informed him seriously. “Do you know who did this to you?”

Anderson looked at them, his eyes flashing irritably. “Do I know the name of the guy that tried to bash in my skull? No. But I know who hired him to do it; it was that woman you were looking for… Sylvia Banning.”

Bobby and Myles exchanged glances. “So you lied to us two days ago when you said you’d never heard of her?” Bobby questioned.

“They threatened me, said they’d kill me if I told anyone,” Anderson replied. “I took them seriously; but even though I did exactly what they said, they still almost killed me. So, if I tell you everything I know now, will you protect me? That woman’s crazy.” He looked from Bobby to Myles and back.

Myles cleared his throat. “That may depend on what you have to tell us.”

“Jack, we have a bit of a problem, mate. But I’m thinking we might have a solution.” Bobby and Myles had finished questioning Anderson, and had left a guard at the door to his hospital room. Anderson had been creating the forged paintings, and had told them that Cook and Banning were getting nervous, sensing a trap. The attempt on Anderson’s life appeared to be the start of them covering their tracks before disappearing. “We need to make it look like our investigation is over, and I think Darcy might be able to help.”




“In other news, Sylvia Banning, wanted in several countries for masterminding elaborate art thefts, was apprehended in Chicago this week.” The team watched as a few seconds of footage of Sinead being placed in a government SUV flashed across the screen, before the image of the anchor woman reappeared. “Her most recent accomplice, Peter Cook, was not apprehended, and is believed to have fled the country. Now, for a look at the weather, here’s…” The screen went black as Tara pressed the button on the remote.

Jack turned to Bobby with a grin. “Nice job, Crash! Remind me to thank Darcy for setting that up next time we see her!”

“Yeah, well, something tells me she’s going to enjoy collecting on that little favor a bit more from me than she would you, Sparky!” Bobby replied with devilish grin before turning to hang up his coat.

Jack shook his head and headed for his desk. Pickup up his notes he gathered everyone’s attention again. “Okay, now that it looks like we’re off their trail, we’re hoping Cook and Banning will continue with their plan for tonight. So, let’s review our final assignments before we head out. Myles, D, you will be joining the catering staff; this will make it possible for you to wander in and out without drawing attention. Bobby, you’ll be on the NGA’s security staff. Sue will join me as patrons of the arts while Tara will be in the security control room, coordinating everything. Any questions?” He looked around, but they all knew the drill. “See you all tonight.”

The meeting over, they all headed for their desks to gather last-minute items before departing to prepare for their assigned roles in the operation.

Chapter 13

“You look amazing!” was Jack’s stunned declaration when Sue opened the door.

Sue’s expression was a bit unsure. “It’s not too much, is it?” she asked seriously, glancing down at the dress she hadn’t worn since the reception where she met Congressman Minton from her home state of Ohio. Not wanting her appearance to draw undue attention, she had chosen the muted peach and added a lacey wrap in deference to winter’s chill. With her hair down and wearing delicate jewelry, she had achieved a look of understated elegance.

Jack stepped closer and skimmed his hands around her waist. Gazing into her eyes, he shook his head slowly. “Perfect,” was all he said, before kissing her tenderly.

Having heard the door, Lucy came around the corner from the kitchen, wiping her hands on a towel. Seeing Jack holding Sue in his embrace wasn’t new; since admitting their feelings for each other and beginning to explore a personal relationship, the shy awkwardness they had displayed for over two years had melted away, to be replaced by gentle demonstrations of their deeply growing love. But what was surprising was the way Lucy had begun feeling when she saw them together outside the office. The shared looks and touches that had made her feel so successful as a matchmaker now brought pain. Not that she had suddenly decided they weren’t perfect together… they were… but more because the brightness of their happiness had illuminated the lack of fulfillment in her own heart.

Unnoticed, she quietly stepped back out of sight to take a steadying breath, her eyes prickling with the sting of tears, which she blinked back quickly. This was her problem, to deal with privately, and they were both astute enough to recognize the signs of her distress if she let them. Hearing Sue’s soft voice, Lucy squared her shoulders and retraced her path around the corner, a bright smile on her face. Sue was adjusting Jack’s tie, and then turned so he could help her with her coat.

“You two look great! It’s too bad this is all for a sting operation and not a real date!” Lucy offered.

Jack grinned as Sue looked over her shoulder at him with raised eyebrows. “I might have to do something about that,” he replied as he placed his hands on her shoulders, turning her toward him and the door. “But tonight, we have art thieves to catch.”

Following Jack to the door as he took her hand, Sue looked back at Lucy. “Thanks for keeping Levi. We’ll call when it’s over, but it’ll probably be late by the time we wrap everything up.”

Lucy nodded; they’d been through this enough times before. “Just make sure you let me know where and what time we’re meeting for the celebratory breakfast tomorrow!”

Saying final goodbyes, Jack and Sue headed out.





Chapter 14

Sue was standing in the gallery, her attention on the small French painting by Édouard Vuillard. She remembered Jack’s reaction to the American Indian painting and smiled, thinking he would have a better appreciation for this piece. Titled The Artist's Paint Box and Moss Roses, it actually looked like what the title implied, and was a restful, contemplative scene. She caught movement from the corner of her eye and turned to see him coming toward her. Wondering if she would ever get used to the little thrill that ran through her at his warm gaze, she met his smile with one of her own.

“D and Bobby just headed out with Cook and Banning… SOG team’s with them. Myles and Tara will follow as soon as they finish packing up the electronics.” Jack studied her face for a moment, and then switched to sign to ask, how are you feeling?

Sue shrugged tiredly. A little better. The crowd in the Rembrandt gallery had been overwhelming, the lighting more suited to viewing the renowned works of art than reading lips, requiring intense concentration and focus. Add to that very little sleep the night before, and nearly two hours of viewing conversations had given her a raging headache; but she hadn’t said anything until after Cook and Banning had been apprehended with the stolen painting in their possession, the switch with the forgery neatly captured on tape for use in prosecuting them. And even then, she had only acknowledged it after Jack recognized the look in her eyes.

A small handful of ERT technicians were finishing up around the site of the theft, and he had asked her to stay there and see if they found anything additional that would prove useful in their case. That was part of the reason. In truth, their case was already airtight and the evidence being gathered was for the benefit of tying this theft to the others in Dallas and San Francisco. But he had known the lighting in the gallery, specially diffused to protect the paintings, would provide gentle rest for her eyes, not to mention peace from the lack of crowds. It still amazed him how many times she had pushed herself for hours on end over the past two years, never complaining; and while she refused to be coddled, he tried to be aware of when the strain was taking its toll and provide means for her to gain relief when possible.

He glanced at the painting on the wall in front of Sue. That’s nice, he signed with a raise of his eyebrows.

Sue contemplated it for a moment, and then turned to point across the room at a Monet. That one is my favorite here. A Japanese footbridge reflected in a lily pond, appropriately titled, it was a colorful painting that drew the observer to its tranquil depths. Wandering across the room for a closer look with Sue trailing beside him, Jack considered the painting for a moment. It made sense that this particular scene would appeal to Sue; she was building bridges every day, between cultures, people, friends, hearts…

Touching her hand, Jack smiled at her. I like it too… makes me think of you.

Sue’s smile froze when she saw Tara rushing into the room with Myles on her heels. “Jack, we just got a call. Sinead O’Brien is missing from the safehouse.”

Chapter 15

Tara was watching with Sue as Jack and Myles interrogated Sylvia Banning. D and Bobby had Peter Cook in another room. Touching Sue’s arm, Tara waiting until she turned before speaking. “I’ve always been fascinated by identical twins. The thought of someone else in this world looking exactly like you… can you imagine?”

Sue smiled. “I’m sure it could be fun sometimes, but in this case…” she trailed off as she shook her head, the fear she felt for Sinead once again flashing through her. According to the two agents who had been found bound and gagged, she had been taken several hours before they were discovered by their relief team.

“I saw the video clip of Sinead, but you’ve seen her up close, and now Sylvia,” Tara said. “If they were both in the same room, would you be able to tell them apart at all?”

Sue looked thoughtful as she gazed through the glass. “I’m not sure.” She remained silent as she watched their suspect carefully. The timeline of their case running through her mind, she kept trying to figure out where Sinead might have been taken. Or what if her disappearance wasn’t against her will? An idea occurring suddenly, she turned back to Tara, “Can you get Jack? I need to talk to him.”

She watched as Tara left the viewing room and appeared in the doorway of the interrogation room. Beckoning to Jack, she quietly relayed Sue’s message, and he glanced toward the window before nodding. Leaving Tara in the room with Myles and Sylvia, he entered the viewing room. “What’s up?” he asked.

“Jack, this may sound crazy, but I think Sylvia and Sinead might be the same person.”

Jack frowned, “We have all of the documentation, Sue, proving they’re two different people.”

“That’s true,” Sue replied. “But what if the woman sitting there is playing the role of both Sylvia and Sinead?”

“I’m not sure I follow.”

Sue rubbed her forehead tiredly. “I’m not really sure I do either. Let me try again. What if the real Sylvia used the real Sinead’s identity to go to Chicago? We brought her here to Washington, as Sinead, and her kidnapping from the safe house was just a clever ruse to get away from SOG so she could carry out her plan tonight, only to be caught by us at the NGA as Sylvia.”

Jack pursed his lips and considered her a moment before turning to focus on the woman seated in the interrogation room. “You know what?” he said as he turned back to Sue. “I think you may have something.”

Sue nodded solemnly. “We already knew she was very good at disguises. If she’s as good at acting, she probably found it easy to fool us in Chicago.”

Acknowledging her point, Jack nodded his head slightly. Taking a deep breath, he met her eyes again. “But that still leaves the question: where is Sinead? …the real Sinead?” Turning, he led the way back to the Bullpen.





Chapter 16

Jack pulled up in front of Sue’s apartment and helped her from the car. Pausing outside her door, he hugged her close; she was practically asleep on her feet, and his gaze was concerned as he eased back to brush her cheek softly. “Promise me you’ll get some sleep tonight?”

Sue nodded with a tired smile and met his goodnight kiss.

“Don’t forget to tell Lucy we’re meeting everyone for lunch instead of breakfast; I think we’re all going to sleep in after this one. And, if you’re up for it, we’ll go out tomorrow afternoon and that way I can have you home shortly after dinner so you can make it an early night.”

“I think that’s a good plan, and I’ll write Lucy a note as soon as I get upstairs.” She hugged him again as he placed a kiss on her forehead. “I love you.”

“I love you too, sweetheart. Sleep well.” Jack held the door for her and she glanced back at him with a smile before heading up the stairs.

Returning to the driver’s seat with a sigh, Jack looked at the clock. Nearly two in the morning; it would have been an even longer night if Sue hadn’t figured it out. Jack had called the Denver office and two agents had been dispatched to Sinead O’Brien’s home, where she had been found bound and locked in her basement, in poor condition. Regaining consciousness briefly before EMT’s took her to the hospital, she told them her sister had shocked her by appearing Tuesday evening. Caught off guard by the unexpected reunion and naively believing her lies, she had invited Sylvia to stay only to be confronted with the reality of her sister’s hatred and treachery the next morning.

As best they could surmise, it was only the sibling bond that had kept Sylvia from killing Sinead outright, though leaving her to die slowly was actually far more cruel. The timing of Sinead’s job interview trip had played nicely into Sylvia’s plan; none of Sinead’s neighbors had suspected anything wrong when they didn’t see her for a few days. And by the time Sylvia planned to return the following week, she would only have to dispose of her sister’s body and could then step into her life with no one the wiser. She had followed and studied her sister long enough to adopt her mannerisms, and her knowledge of art was extensive enough to fool those around her. It was almost the perfect plan, but for Sue and her amazing ability to sort through details and find the clue that unraveled the mystery. She had saved Sinead’s life.

Arriving home, Jack immediately headed for bed. Sliding between the cool sheets, he could still see the way she looked when she’d opened the door earlier in the evening, feel her in his arms, her lips warm under his. Drifting into sleep, his last thought was of planning the next step toward having her in his life permanently.

Chapter 17

“Lucy, we need to go; are you coming?” Sue popped her head around the door to Lucy’s room to see her friend hastily tuck a notebook under her pillow.

Surreptitiously wiping her eye as she rose from the bed, she flashed a smile at Sue. “Sorry, I lost track of time. I’ll be right out.” Quickly slipping on her shoes, she checked her hair and face in the mirror and turned to leave. They would ride together to lunch with the team, and Jack would bring Sue home after their date.

“I promised Gram I would go over tonight, and I think I’ll stay there and go to church with her again tomorrow, unless you had something planned,” she told Sue as she started the car.

Sue studied Lucy for a moment. They still hadn’t talked about whatever was going on, and it had come to seem as though Lucy didn’t want to be around when Sue was. “I didn’t really have anything planned. Jack’s bringing me home early tonight, and I thought we might watch a movie or talk when I got back; but if you made plans with your grandmother, you should go.”

Lucy nodded as they made their way through traffic.

Their celebratory lunch was about as loud and fun as their celebratory breakfasts were. Bobby finally got to tell his evil twin joke, which Sue did find amusing, sharing a secret smile with Jack. Everyone was relaxed and refreshed, the sun bright outside, though the temperature was still quite brisk. Looking around the table, Sue could feel the friendship and camaraderie of the team, but she noticed Lucy was still subdued, though she was participating in the conversation. Turning her attention to Myles as he made another quip, she could only hope that Lucy would open up soon and talk to her, or at least with her grandmother.




“What are you doing here today?”

Julia jumped and whirled as the voice came from across the room. Her heart racing in fear, she tried to put on a calm exterior. “I was behind in some paperwork and filing, and thought I’d put in a couple of hours while the office was empty.” Turning, she quickly slid the last file into the drawer and pushed it shut with her hip. “There, just about finished,” she said, brushing her hands together as if they had dust on them, and walked to her desk with measured haste. “What brings you in today?” she asked, forcing a conversational tone while she quickly accessed the special computer file she had been keeping.

“I have an appointment with a client and forgot their file.” He watched her suspiciously as she tapped out commands on her computer.

“Do you need anything from me before I shut this down?” she asked. Act normal… be helpful… don’t show your fear, she kept telling herself. At his negative response, she pressed the final command and shut down her computer. Does he really have an appointment, or was he checking up on me? Do I wait until he leaves the office, or should I try to get away and hope he doesn’t follow? Am I being completely paranoid???

He didn’t seem to be in any hurry to leave, so Julia grabbed her coat and purse, and with a last glance in his direction, quickly left the office. Her eyes were focused on her rear view mirror most of the way home, and she finally breathed a sigh of relief when she was behind her locked door. She still had errands she needed to run, but first she would take some time to calm down; the stress is obviously getting to me.





Chapter 18

“This has been fun.” Sue’s cheeks were flushed from the cold air as they walked along the lit path; steaming cups of hot chocolate from the coffee shop on the corner were warming their hands. After Levi had his walk, Jack was going to take her home.

“I’m glad you said that; it was quite a change of pace from what we did last week,” Jack observed.

They had spent much of the afternoon skating at a charming outdoor rink Jack had found. He had known the manager for a couple of years, who had graciously allowed Levi to join him in his warm office while Jack and Sue enjoyed their time on the ice. With only a few other skaters around, they had been free to have some fun, and Jack even talked Sue into showing him some of the spins she had done in competition. Breathlessly laughing afterward, she had leaned against him until the world righted itself. He had promptly tilted it again by capturing her lips in a hungry kiss, only breaking away when a couple of the other skaters started whistling and cheering.

They’d had a relaxing dinner at a trendy micro-brewery, their table sided by a glass wall giving them an impressive view of the beer-making operations. Long after the dessert they’d shared was gone, they sat holding hands across the table, talking about anything and everything, as long as it wasn’t work. Eventually the conversation had come around to the exchange Jack had seen between Sue and Lucy, and how Sue had watched Lucy several times during lunch.

Sue had smiled at how observant he was, though the smile didn’t quite reach her eyes as she gazed into his. “I’ve been worried about Lucy,” she finally offered, raising her shoulders and tipping her head to the side. “Something is bothering her, and I can’t figure out what it is.”

Jack’s brow furrowed. “She hasn’t seemed any different in the office, or at your apartment, for that matter.”

Sue’s smile turned wry as she released his hand and sat back. “You wouldn’t notice, unless she wanted you to.” At Jack’s raised eyebrows she continued, “We women are able to hide our feelings now and then, Jack; guys don’t exactly have an exclusive franchise on that ability.” She was teasing, somewhat, and it was evident in her eyes and the tilt of her smile.

Jack pursed his lips in thought for a moment before acknowledging her statement with a smile of his own. They both had hid their feelings until time and circumstance had intervened, forcing them to spend time together and finally confront what had been growing between them since the first day they met. His eyes were serious when he returned his gaze to her. “So, what makes you think something is wrong? Has she said something?”

Sue shook her head as she absently traced a pattern in the tabletop. “No, she hasn’t said anything specifically. In fact, she hasn’t been very talkative about anything lately, except work. But it’s more than that. There’s a feeling I get when I’m around her, and she doesn’t seem to want that very much; but it’s in the way she carries herself, and she doesn’t smile as much. Like maybe she’s sad, or always lost in thought.” She shrugged. “I don’t know, Jack. It’s hard to describe, but I really think something’s wrong. And I don’t know how to figure it out, or how to help.” Sue’s eyes were troubled, reflecting her concern for her best friend.

Jack’s face mirrored her concern. “Have you asked her about it?” he asked quietly.

“I tried,” Sue began, and then pressed her lips together and looked down, gently running her finger along another pattern in the table. As Jack silently reached to take her hand, she raised her eyes to his again. There was a hint of tears in them, and he felt a pang in his heart; this ran even deeper than he realized. Sighing sadly, she continued, “Every time I try to bring it up, she just tells me she’s fine and puts on a bright smile. But, Jack, Lucy and I have been best friends for over two years, and I can tell…she’s not fine.”

Jack nodded his agreement; Sue had the best instincts of anyone he knew, especially when it came to close friends. If she sensed something wrong, then something was wrong. But how to help? He wasn’t exactly in a position to pull Lucy aside and make her talk to him. “I wish I knew what to say, or what to do. If it were Bobby, I’d get in his face until he talked to me; but I know Lucy well enough to know that won’t work.”

Sue sniffed and smiled weakly. “No, I don’t think that would make her talk to either of us.” She shook her head. “I’ll figure it out eventually.”

“Well, for tonight, maybe the best answer is for you to get some sleep. How about we get out of here so we can take Levi for his walk and you can call it a night. You get some rest, and then when Lucy gets back from her grandmother’s tomorrow, maybe you’ll both have a different perspective.” Jack rose and moved around to help her with her coat.

Turning to him as she adjusted her scarf, Sue reached up and kissed Jack on the cheek. “Thank you, for listening, and for wanting to help.” She smiled at the mischievous gleam in his eyes as he pointed to the other cheek. Stepping closer, she reached up and placed a tender kiss on his other cheek, sighing contentedly when he wrapped his arms around her and held her close.

They were nearly back to her apartment from walking Levi when Sue received a call on her blackberry. Reading the message, she turned so Jack could see it as well. It was the DCPD; the body of a young woman had been found. There was no purse with her, no identification; but in a hidden pocket inside her coat, they had found Sue’s card. When she finished the call, Jack took her arm and they headed for his car. Rather than the early, restful night they had planned for, they would be at a crime scene in 20 minutes.

Chapter 19

“Gram? You remember when we were at lunch last Sunday and you asked me what was wrong?” Lucy was curled up on her grandmother’s sofa with a cozy hand-crocheted afghan tucked around her legs. She took a sip of tea as her grandmother looked over at her with a patient smile and nodded. “I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately, Gram. You know how I said I was relating to the story you were telling me about Janine? How unhappy she was? Well, I was wondering… maybe I could talk to you about it?”

Her grandmother stopped knitting and set aside her project at the look on Lucy’s face, the somber tone of her voice. Easing herself from her chair, she walked over and joined her granddaughter on the sofa. “You know you can talk to me anytime, baby. What’s on your mind?”

Lucy looked down at her tea, gathering her thoughts, and then set her cup aside. “I wish I knew exactly where to start. At first, I thought I was feeling a little jealous of Sue… you know, great guy in her life, making plans for the future. But the thing is, I’m really happy for her… no one deserves happiness more than she does, and Jack is so perfect for her. And yet, it’s so hard to watch; I feel almost left out, or left behind.” She looked over at her Gram, tears gathering in her eyes. “I’m trying to be patient, to do things right, but I can’t help but wonder when I’m going to have the chance at love?”

Reaching over to take Lucy’s hand, Gram looked at her tenderly. “Your time will come, honey… and probably when you least expect it.”

Lucy pulled her hand back, wrapping her arms around her knees as she looked at her grandmother. “Please tell me you didn’t just say that. Why do people say that? It doesn’t make me feel any better! I mean…” Lucy sighed heavily and shook her head. “What does that even mean? I don’t get it, Gram; I really don’t!” She dashed at the tears flowing down her cheeks. “Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.” She looked at the floor, unable to check the emotions flooding through her.

Gram reached over and gently laid her hand on Lucy’s cheek, brushing at her tears. “Oh, Lucy… you didn’t know where to start, and I obviously didn’t know the right way to answer. I’m sorry, baby.” She touched Lucy’s chin, urging her to look at her. “Talk to me. Tell your Gram what’s in your heart, and I promise to listen and try to help you any way I can.”

For a long moment, Lucy looked at her grandmother, and then she shifted on the sofa to face her, drawing her knees up and hugging them as she wiped away her tears. “Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve always said that when I grew up, I wanted to be a mommy, just like my mom. I wanted to get married, have a house and fill it with children. Never in my dreams did I think I would be in my 30’s, still single, no prospects, and feeling as alone as I feel. When Billy and I broke up – the last time that we broke up – I really thought that it was the right decision, that there was someone even better out there for me, and by moving forward I was just that much closer to finding out who that would be. But now, I’m wondering if I really have moved forward, or did I move past the perfect opportunity? How do I know what God has planned for me? Is there someone out there who is meant to be mine, to be just for me? I know not everyone finds that kind of happiness. Some don’t want it, and that’s fine for them. But what about people like me, who want it so badly, and there’s not even a glimmer of hope? Do we search? And if so, where? Do we leave it in God’s hands, and hope for a miracle, or a chance meeting? How does it work so well for some, and not for others? Why do some find love so easily?”

Tears gathered in Gram’s eyes at her granddaughter’s obvious distress, and as she blinked them back she wished there was an easy way to make everything “all better” for her, like when she was a little girl. Breathing a sigh, she searched for the words Lucy’s wounded heart would hear. “Do you know that before you were born, anytime someone asked your daddy if he wanted a boy or a girl, his answer was that he only wanted two things for his child: that he or she be healthy and happy. It didn’t matter to him if he had a son or a daughter, and I know he felt blessed to have you. Lucy, you have grown into the beautiful young woman he always wanted you to be, with so much to offer. It would break his heart to know you’re so unhappy right now, baby, and that’s not your fault. His prayers were answered, to a point; and now maybe it’s time for us to pray that you find a lasting happiness that can exist even if your dreams don’t come true, because in this life, there are no guarantees that they will come true, even if you met someone and married him tomorrow.”

Lucy swiped at the tears that were flowing freely down her cheeks and drew a shaky breath as she looked away for a moment. “Why does it have to be so hard?” she asked in a voice clogged with emotion.

Gram’s expression softened more. “Do you really think Sue found love so easily?” Lucy looked at her grandmother, but didn’t reply. “I don’t know her as well as you do, but I’m pretty sure she has dealt with more than her fair share of disappointments and heartache. You look at her today and see a confident young woman who has found her place in this world and a man who loves her by her side, and it makes it easy to forget what she’s had to overcome and sometimes even sacrifice on her journey to get to this point.”

“You’re right,” Lucy acknowledged with a slight nod. “She didn’t have it so easy. But when I see her with Jack…,” she sighed, her eyes focusing on her hands as they twisted together. “All I can think of is how happy they are together, so perfectly matched… is it so wrong to want to have that too?”

Her grandmother reached over and covered her hands lightly. “You say that Jack is perfect for Sue, and I don’t doubt that he’s a wonderful man who loves her very much. And yet, I think if you asked Sue, she would admit to you that he’s not perfect. No man is… and neither is any woman. We can only do the best we can, honey. No relationship or marriage is as perfect as they’re made out to be in love songs or romance novels. There is heartache, the pain of hurt feelings and misunderstandings, and sometimes even tragedy. We have to make sure our expectations of another person are based in reality, and that our heart is open to connect with others. Relationships and marriage take a lot of hard work and understanding; there’s a lot of sacrifice involved, and we have to find a way to be happy without that happiness being dependant on another person.”

“I’m not sure I know how to do that, Gram. I tried keeping a journal like you said Janine did, but I got angry with myself when I saw how many blessings I have in my life, and yet still feel like it’s not enough. I just keep coming back to the same questions over and over again. How do I know what I’m supposed to do?”

“You need to trust your heart, baby.” She gave Lucy’s hand a gentle squeeze. “You and Billy broke up for all of the right reasons, and you are moving forward, just maybe not in the direction you thought it would be. All you can do is keep asking God to direct your life, trusting in Him that His decisions are best for you. But that doesn’t mean you don’t have a part in the process. You can get out there and share the wonderful person that is you; you can get involved in a volunteer program, join a church group, travel. Set goals and start doing some of the things you always wanted to do. Find ways to meet new people who have common goals or interests. New friendships will follow, you can be sure of that; and if God chooses to make one of those friendships turn into something more, you will know it when the time is right. But even if He doesn’t, your life will still be full and fulfilling.”

Leaning forward, Lucy wrapped her arms around her grandmother’s neck, hugging her close. “Oh, Gram… thank you,” she whispered through her tears.

Returning the hug, Gram kept her arm around Lucy and tucked her against her shoulder, looking across the room at all the family pictures that were neatly arranged on the fireplace mantle. “I pray that you have the family you long for, baby. It is a wonderful blessing, and the joy can erase much of the heartache that might come with it. But I also pray you have the courage to live your life, whether you have a husband or children walking beside you or not, and that you always remember that God is walking with you.” She looked down at Lucy, gently brushing at her tears again. “I love you, Lucy.”

Lucy sniffed, reaching for her grandmother’s hand. “I love you too.”

Chapter 20

They were met by a portly detective at the perimeter of the crime scene. Flashing his badge, Jack identified himself and Sue and they ducked under the yellow tape. “Tom Cantrell,” the detective introduced himself, but his attention was on the coroner kneeling by the body. At Sue’s questioning look, Jack finger-spelled the name for her. Cantrell turned back in time to see the last few letters. “Ah, yes. I forgot she’s deaf,” he said, looking at Jack. “So, you’ll be interpreting for her?”

Jack’s eyes narrowed, but before he could respond, Sue stepped in. “Actually, Detective Cantrell, I read lips. But I couldn’t see yours when you said your name, so Jack spelled it for me. As long as you face me when you’re speaking, an interpreter shouldn’t be necessary.”

Cantrell looked at her for a moment, his expression a bit taken-aback. Then he recovered and faced her squarely. “I apologize, Miss Thomas. What I did was rude. Shall we try this again?” He extended his hand, “I’m Detective Tom Cantrell.”

Smiling, Sue took his hand, “Sue Thomas. It’s nice to meet you.”

“You too, though I wish it were under different circumstances.” He gestured to the body of the young woman that was being placed in a body bag, a stretcher waiting nearby. “The only lead we have so far in identifying our Jane Doe here is your business card. We’ll run fingerprints, of course, but there’s no guarantee she will be in the system anywhere.” He hesitated for a moment, and then continued, “We were wondering if you might recognize her. I’ll warn you now, it’s pretty brutal.”

Sue swallowed hard and then nodded. Turning, Cantrell led the way over to the body, and Jack fell in step beside her, gently taking her arm to gain her attention. “Sue,” he began when she paused to look at him. “Maybe it’s someone I would know too. Why don’t I take a look first?” He was always proud of how she handled herself in these situations, but if there was any way he could, he would spare her the ordeal.

Searching his eyes, she understood his reason for offering, and nodded, appreciating his concern. As hard as she tried to emulate his example, that that of her other teammates, she had never been able to remain detached when faced with death, her feelings always rising to the surface and held by a tenuous thread. As they approached, the coroner unzipped the body bag, pushing the sides back to reveal the victim’s face and upper torso, then stepped aside. With Sue waiting a step behind him, Jack looked down at the body and winced visibly. His experience told him this had been a crime of passion; her killer had been very angry, and had vented his rage on her. And most unfortunately, Jack had no idea who she was.

“I don’t recognize her,” he told the detective with a shake of his head. Swallowing hard, he turned and met Sue’s gaze with troubled eyes. Shaking his head apologetically, he stretched out his hand. “I’m sorry, Sue…”





Taking Jack’s hand, she stepped forward, holding his gaze until she was beside him. Steeling herself, she looked down, cringing at the first glimpse of the battered woman. Forcing herself to focus on her face, she suddenly realized who the victim was.

Her hand flew to her mouth as she gasped. “Oh, no…Julia,” Sue whispered. Looking down at the still form, at the face that had been so animated as she spoke of her passion for writing and desire to be an author, Sue’s heart broke for the life cut so cruelly short, the dreams that would never be fulfilled. Turning into Jack’s shoulder, she felt his arm tighten around her; squeezing her eyes tightly shut against the horrible sight of her friend’s fate, she forced herself to breathe slowly and deeply, keeping at bay the tears and sobs that threatened to overwhelm her.

Jack had heard her whisper, could see the heartbreak in her face as she’d turned to him for comfort. Detective Cantrell needed her statement, but at a look from Jack stepped back to wait, nodding to the coroner that he could remove the body. Sue turned just as they rolled the stretcher away, and watched with haunted eyes until they pulled away. Nodding when Jack signed you okay?, she knew he could feel her trembling; but she faced Cantrell and in a shaky voice gave him the information he sought.

“Her name is Julia Morrison; I met her at a charity luncheon several weeks ago. She was a loan processor at a company called…,” she paused and thought a moment. “…Beltway Mortgage, but she really didn’t like to talk about it very much. She said that she moved here from Michigan about eight months ago. We met for coffee and lunch a few times, and we were supposed to meet again on Monday.” She took a deep breath and continued. “She wasn’t married and she never mentioned that she was seeing anyone special. She had a brother and a sister; I’m not sure where they live, but it’s not around here…she said she didn’t have any family close by, her dad passed away a couple of years ago, and when her mom went to live near her brother, she moved here.”

“We’ll be able to find them,” Cantrell confirmed. “So, do you have any idea where she lives, or who might have wanted to kill her?”

Sue shook her head. “Just that she had an apartment on 16th; she said she liked living downtown. I only gave her my card at first because she was working on writing a book and I was able to answer some questions for her. I told her she could contact me if she had more questions, which she did, and then we became friends. But there isn’t much more that we talked about that would be helpful to you.” She looked at Jack. “The things I told her about, it was only general information, nothing the Bureau would object to.”

“It’s okay,” he responded with a reassuring squeeze of his hand. “I trust your judgment, and the Bureau will too if it comes up.” Looking back at Cantrell, he had a few questions of his own. “How did you find her? This isn’t exactly an obvious or well-lit spot, especially on a night like tonight.”

Cantrell nodded over at one of the police cruisers, where they could see a young woman huddled in a blanket on the edge of the back seat with a large dog sitting at her feet and an officer standing nearby. “Young lady over there was out walking her dog and he found the victim. She’s pretty shook up; lives just a block away. We’re going to get her home in a few minutes, nothing in her statement to really help the case.”

Jack watched the young woman for a moment, her shock apparent; he had seen that look often enough over the years… her sense of security, the feeling of safety so many took for granted, shattered. And like everyone else who had been in her horrifying position, she would have to find her way back emotionally; he just hoped for her sake she had someone close to be there for her. Flicking his gaze back to Cantrell, he asked another question, “Was she killed here?”

“It doesn’t look like it. She fought hard, plenty of evidence of that, but no sign of struggle here, and there hasn’t been enough snowfall to cover it; looks like she was killed somewhere else and her body dumped here. We’ve got several leads to work on, especially now that she has a name.” Cantrell closed his notebook, signaling the end of their discussion.

Shaking hands with the detective, Jack and Sue departed the scene, ducking under the tape once more. As they walked back to the car, Sue shook her head sadly. “She always had a name. He just didn’t know what it was,” she murmured.

He tightened his arm around her, and she laid her head on his shoulder, too numb to cry as they walked in silence the rest of the way. Jack helped her into the car and walked around to the driver side, and as he opened the door, he glanced around the scene again, grateful for Sue’s sake that this case rested in the hands of DCPD and not their team.





Chapter 21

Still in a state of shock, Sue barely noticed when they pulled up in front of her apartment. Looking up as Jack opened her door, she took his hand and followed him to her front door. Pulling it open, he started to guide her through it when she stopped and turned, placing her hand on his chest when he almost walked into her. “Jack, I don’t… oh, I can’t…” She started to turn away when Jack caught her arms.

Concerned, he searched her face. “Sue, you can’t what?”

She caught her lip as she looked up at him, confusion and pain in her eyes. Breathing a sigh, she dropped her gaze. “Lucy’s not here; and I don’t want to be alone,” she said in a small voice. “But I can’t ask you to stay…”

Tipping her chin up, he gave her a gentle smile. “Yes, you can; and yes, I will. I’ve slept on your couch before, and I seem to remember it’s actually kind of comfortable.” He paused as her expression turned to one of relief. “I have an emergency bag in the car. Let me go get it.”

She was standing in the living room, her arms wrapped around her middle, staring out the window when Jack walked in. Pausing, he set down his bag and coat and watched her for a moment, lost in her quiet thoughts, until he saw her reach up to wipe away a tear. Stepping up behind her, he saw her meet his gaze in the reflection of the window. “It’s starting to snow again,” she said, her voice a tearful whisper.

Glancing outside, he nodded, and then gently wrapped his arms around her, feeling her lean into his embrace. Pressing a kiss in her hair, he felt her shift and she turned in his arms to bury her face in his shoulder as the dam broke and the tears she had been holding back finally overtook her. He held her protectively, wishing there was some way he could take away the pain she was feeling; but this was a path she had to walk, and all he could do was be there to comfort and support her.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, as she finally looked up at him.

He framed her face with his hands, gently wiping away her tears with his thumbs. “There’s nothing for you to feel sorry about. You’ve been there for me so many times; I want to be here for you, whenever you want or need me, whether you’re happy or sad… or even if you’re angry,” he added with a smile, prompting a small one from her. He slid his hands down to rest at her waist. “You can cry on me anytime… I’m not going anywhere.”

Reaching up, Sue met his lips with her own, and then hugged him tightly. “Thank you, Jack.”

Holding her in his embrace he could still feel her trembling; easing back, he ran his hands down her arms, stopping when her hands were in his. They were freezing. “You’re still cold,” he said, with a bit of surprise and she nodded. “Why don’t you go change?” he offered, and then glanced at the fireplace. “I can start a fire, too, if you want.” She nodded gratefully before leaving the room.

Dressed in a soft and warm fleece lounge set, she found him in the kitchen a short time later, and they took their tea back to the living room. Taking a seat on the couch, Sue turned so she could face Jack as he sat beside her. She sipped her tea and let the warmth of the cup seep into her fingers. Her features were more calm, composed, though there was understandably a lingering sadness in her eyes. He wasn’t sure if she wanted to talk about her friend, and rather than press, waited to take his cue from her. The question she asked instead caught him a bit off-guard. “Jack, what were you going to say to Detective Cantrell when he asked if you would be interpreting for me?”

Chagrin passed fleetingly across his face as he looked across the room at the fire. Shifting to face her, he took a deep breath. “I wish I could say it was going to be something like what you said, but it wasn’t. I was angry that he was rude to you, and what I was going to say… well… let’s just say, it was a very good thing you started talking before I did.” He reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “How do you do it, Sue? How do you always continue to be so understanding and kind when people jump to conclusions or dismiss you like that?”

Sue smiled gently and set her cup on the coffee table, taking his hand between hers. “I can’t say I am always understanding or kind, though I do try.” She thought for a moment and took a breath, “One thing I always try to keep in mind is that while I wouldn’t presume to say I speak for the deaf community, I do think that I represent the deaf community, in much the same manner that you and I represent the FBI. How we come across to people is how they judge the FBI to be. It’s the same for me as a deaf person. How I relate to people is often how they will judge other members of the deaf community, long before they get to know them. If I am rude and critical of people’s mistakes, they won’t hear me, and more importantly, they will probably believe that most deaf people are that way. But if I am gentle, or kind as you said, and explain to them what they need or want to know, they are usually willing to learn more and make adjustments that help me to communicate better with them.”

Breathing a sigh, Jack shook his head, “I have a lot to learn.”

Her touch was gentle, lifting his chin with her fingertips until he met her gaze. “You are learning, Jack,” she told him softly. “We both are…about each other, our worlds, our strengths and weaknesses… about so many things. It’s not all about me. I do appreciate that you want to defend me, though; it shows me how much you care, and what woman wouldn’t want that from the man she loves?”

Taking her hand in his, he pressed a kiss to her palm and held it to his heart. “Have I told you how much I love you?”

Another time she might have teased him, told him she wasn’t sure, but this wasn’t the time for games. His heartbeat strong beneath her hand, she could feel hers match its rhythm. “As much, I hope, as I love you.”

Lightly tucking a tendril of hair behind her ear, he traced his fingers in a butterfly stroke down her cheek. “I can’t imagine my life without you in it anymore,” he told her with a slight shake of his head. His hand warm against her soft skin, Jack lightly traced her lower lip with his thumb. “And the thing is, I don’t want to imagine it…” She released a shaky breath, and a tear slipped from her shimmering eyes. Ever so gently, he traced its path with his lips, each kiss soft and slow until finally covering her lips with his. Running his fingers into her hair, he deepened the kiss, feeling her respond to him with an almost desperate urgency, pressing closer as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He skimmed his lips down her jaw to a tender spot beneath her ear, feeling her shivering response, and then back to capture her mouth again. Emotions fueling their desire, he dimly registered her small frame trembling beneath his hands, and yet she was warm, so very warm in his arms.

Easing back, he gazed into her eyes, liquid pools of emotion, and nearly lost himself. Drawing her back into his embrace, he pressed his lips to her temple, closing his eyes as he willed his heart to settle, but her scent and the feel of her soft curves pressed against him were nearly enough to override his will. Meeting her gaze again with smoldering eyes, his face was taut with longing. “Sweetheart, unless you want to share your bed, I think we’d better call it a night.”

Blushing at the image his words created in her mind, but even more surprised to realize just how much she didn’t want to leave his arms, Sue held his gaze for a long moment before finally leaning in to kiss him softly on the cheek. “Goodnight, Jack.”

Following her as she stood, he caught her hand and she turned back. “If you need anything, send Levi for me.” He waited for her to nod and then stepped closer, softly brushing her cheek with his hand as he claimed one more kiss. “Goodnight, Sue.” With a soft smile, she turned and went to her room, Levi following.

Chapter 22

He hadn’t thought he would be able to sleep. It had taken every ounce of willpower to send her to bed alone, to not follow her down the hall. And even then, to know she was only steps away… But as much as he wanted her, it wasn’t the reason he was there that night, nor was it the right time. Settling himself on the couch – which really wasn’t uncomfortable, as long as it was only one night – he recalled his thoughts from the previous evening. There was absolutely no reason to wait any longer. He was sure of his heart, and she had been clear about hers. His plan was nearly set when he drifted off.

Her hand was a warm pressure on his shoulder, bracing as she leaned over him, her lips hovering just an inch or two from his. This was his favorite dream of her…Sue, the shy seductress. Ever so lightly, her lips caressed his, the fresh scent of jasmine and lavender arousing his senses as much as the feel of her lips. She was taking her time… teasing… only a light taste before moving away… driving him insane with desire. Reaching up, he ran his hands over her back and then pulled her tightly against him, sliding his hand up to hold her head as he gained better access to her willing lips. Time to spice up this dream, he thought in the midst of hazy passion. Clamping his arms firmly around her, he rolled. Suddenly, the bed dropped away and they were free-falling. Twisting quickly, he placed his body between her and the floor rushing at them.

Landing with a heavy thud, lights flashing behind his eyes as his head connected with the floor, he heard her surprised cry as she landed on top of him. His eyes flying open, he found himself staring into her startled gaze and froze. “Sue?” In his periphery he recognized Sue’s living room… the couch… morning sunshine streaming through the breaks in the curtains. Suddenly the dream crashed back in, flooding his mind with images and sensations, bringing with it a tinge of embarrassment as he realized the subject of his fantasy was, in reality, lying in his arms and staring at him in shock.

“Sue, I’m sorry… I…” was dreaming about you… No, I can’t say that… didn’t realize it was you… Definitely the wrong answer! He pressed his lips together and laid there, his face a combination of embarrassment and shock, silently wondering what he could possibly say.

Her face flushing, caught in the blankets twisted between and around them, Sue pushed herself up to a sitting position next to him. “It seemed so nice when you did it… I never dreamed waking you up with a kiss could be such an adventure!” she quipped, not quite meeting his eyes as he sat up next to her. “Next time I think I’ll ask Levi to do the honors…”

Rubbing the back of his head, he gave her a sidelong look. “I hope you don’t mind if I pass on Levi’s good morning kiss. And I think you’ve forgotten, the time I kissed you awake, you were securely fastened in a seatbelt.” Her eyes widened, and they both started to laugh. Relaxing as the dream and embarrassment faded, he shook his head. “I can’t believe we did that…,” prompting another round of laughter.

“We?” Sue echoed with an arched brow, still giggling.

Pursing his lips, Jack looked at her without offering a reply, his eyes lit with amusement and then appreciation as he took in her appearance. She was dressed in a soft angora sweater and wool slacks, her hair still pinned up from her shower, and a few damp tendrils curling at her neck. Slowly, he lifted his hand to run a strand through his fingers, their eyes meeting again as he leaned closer.

“Jack? Sue?” Jumping at the voice behind them, Jack turned quickly, Sue following his action. Lucy was standing on the other side of the couch with a bewildered expression. They obviously hadn’t heard her come in, whatever she had heard of their conversation and the sight of them twisted in blankets on the floor, leaving her with a lot of questions. “What’s going on here?”

Jack and Sue turned to stare at each other. Her cheeks flaming again, Sue took a quick breath. “Lucy, what are you doing home so early?” Oops, how guilty did that sound?

Recovering his composure, Jack looked up at their friend and co-worker. “I, ahem … fell off the couch, and Sue was here, … making sure I was okay.” He watched as Lucy’s eyebrows shot up; that explanation wasn’t going to cover it! Giving Sue a sheepish grin, he rose from his position on the floor and reached down to help her up. “The real question you want answered is what was I doing on the couch in the first place, right?” Jack asked, and Lucy nodded.

“It’s a long story, Luce,” Sue sighed. “Why don’t I make some coffee and then we’ll talk?”

“Okay,” Lucy said slowly, and then, after giving them both a long look, turned to pick up her bag and headed for her room to put her things away.

When she was gone, Jack turned to see Sue watching him, a light smile playing on her lips. Placing his hands on her waist, Jack pulled her closer, giving her a light kiss. “Are you okay?”

A shadow crossed her face as images from the previous night flashed through her mind. She knew he was referring to more than just their tumble off the couch. “I’m going to miss her, but I’ll be alright.”

He gave her a half-smile, his eyes full of compassion. “I’m sorry I didn’t get to meet her, she must have been a special person.”

Sue smiled sadly as she nodded. “She really was.”

“Do you want me to leave so you and Lucy can talk?”

Sue shook her head. “No, unless you have something you have to do somewhere else.”

“No,” he replied. “I don’t have anything planned.”

Sue brightened. “In that case, how would you like a home-cooked breakfast? Lucy got her mom’s pancake recipe, and I thought they might be good this morning. Maybe something to go with them? Or something else?”

“That sounds really good,” Jack replied with a smile. “Let me get cleaned up and I can help.”

“Take your time,” Sue reached up to kiss him again before pulling away. “I’m going to start the coffee first.”

Sue was pressing the button on the coffee maker when Lucy walked into the kitchen. She figured Jack would be staying for breakfast, at least, and that was fine with her; after the discussion she’d had with her grandmother, she wanted to talk to them both. Touching Sue on the shoulder, she gave her a hesitant smile when she turned. “Sorry if I embarrassed you and Jack earlier.”

Sue laughed lightly. “It’s okay. He’s not much of a morning person, and I must have startled him.” It wasn’t the complete truth, but as much as she was willing to share, her cheeks flushing again at the memory of his passionate embrace before they tumbled off the couch. “I hope you don’t mind, I invited him to stay for breakfast.”

Shaking her head, Lucy replied, “Not at all. I’m actually kind of glad he’s here…I kind of wanted to talk to you both, if that’s okay.” Her brows knit. “But, I am wondering why he spent the night here?”

Sobering quickly, Sue motioned to the table and they both sat. “Do you remember Julia Morrison? The woman I met at the charity luncheon who was working to become a writer?”

“Yeah,” Lucy replied, “you met with her a few times… said she was really talented.”

Sue nodded and took a deep breath. “She was found murdered last night.” She paused as Lucy gasped. “A detective with the DCPD called me to identify her.”

“Why you?” Lucy asked, reaching across the table to grasp Sue’s arm.

“When they found her, she had no identification, but my business card was in a hidden pocket of her coat.”

Lucy’s eyes were full of compassion. “Sue, I’m so sorry…for Julia, and that I wasn’t here for you.”

Squeezing Lucy’s hand, Sue smiled sadly. “Thanks, Luce, but it’s okay. Jack was with me when I got the call, and stayed here so I wouldn’t be alone. You needed to be with your grandmother. How is she, by the way? I thought you were going to church with her.”

Lucy sat back in her chair. “Gram’s fine; we had a really good evening. But she got a call early this morning from her friend Gladys; she’s not feeling well, and Gram decided to spend the day with her and help her get better. I didn’t want to go to Gram’s church all by myself, so I came home.”

Sue smiled. “I was thinking about inviting Jack to come to church with me today, especially after last night. Want to come along?”

A smile touched Lucy’s face. “I think I will. Thanks, Sue. Now, since we don’t want to be late, we should start on those pancakes; I saw the recipe you pulled out.”

They shared a smile, and headed for the cabinets.

Chapter 23

Jack heaved a sigh of relief as he hung up the phone. Though the start of the call had been shaky, it had ended the way he hoped. All along, it had been in his plan that, before he asked Sue to marry him, he would talk to her father. Granted, he would have preferred the opportunity to speak with him face-to-face, but their caseload didn’t seem to be presenting any opportunities for a trip to Ohio. But something had become clear to Jack as he was sitting next to Sue in church earlier in the day: as much as they would both want God’s blessing on their marriage, it would be as important to Sue that they have not only her father’s blessing, but her mother’s as well.

So, he had requested Mrs. Thomas join her husband on the call when he asked for their daughter’s hand, and it had been the right decision. Generally reserved, though kind, Mrs. Thomas had been uncharacteristically effusive in her response, obviously thrilled and excited for Sue, and in the process making it abundantly clear to Jack that she and Sue had made great strides in their relationship. Had they been standing in the same room, he didn’t think he could have felt more welcomed, something he doubted would have happened a couple of years earlier. They had ended the conversation by asking Jack to make sure Sue called them after he proposed; they wanted to hear from her, but didn’t want to call and risk giving away his surprise. If all went as planned, they would be receiving that call the following weekend.

His one concern was Lucy. Though Sue had been certain something was wrong and he had believed her, what Lucy had told them at breakfast had been unexpected. She hadn’t gone into great detail, but it was enough that he understood why she had become withdrawn in recent weeks, especially with Sue. He was glad she had turned to her grandmother for encouragement and advice, and that she seemed to be more settled; best of all, she was finally talking with Sue again, something he hoped would happen even more without his presence. There wasn’t much he could do to help, but he was glad to know Sue would be able to support her best friend now that she was aware of her feelings. And they could both be involved with finding a solution to the problem of the apartment when Sue moved out.

Between what was going on with Lucy and Julia’s untimely death, he wondered briefly if he should postpone his plan for the following weekend, but didn’t really want to. The time was right for him and Sue, and he had to believe that everything would work out in its own time.





Chapter 24

Waiting for her e-mail program to boot, Sue took a sip of her coffee and rubbed Levi’s head as he sat next to her chair. It was Monday morning, and they still had some paperwork to finish on the art theft case, though Jack had met Bobby, Myles and D for a few hours Sunday afternoon to file some of their reports. She figured Jack and Bobby had probably gone out in the evening, while Sue and Lucy had finally spent an enjoyable girls’ night in. The lines of communication finally open again, they had talked for a while before dishing up ice cream and popping in the newly released comedy that they’d picked up earlier. Lucy’s problems and sadness hadn’t magically disappeared; it was a process she would have to work through. But her grandmother’s loving guidance and encouragement had helped her to gain a different perspective and begin making plans for working her way to a happier place in her life. And Sue was overjoyed to have her best friend back, and to know that they could talk openly and honestly again about whatever might be bothering them.

Sitting forward in her chair as the new mail indicator flashed, Sue set her cup down and clicked on the first message. Another reminder from Randy Pitt to all personnel that office supplies were going to be rationed if they didn’t cut back… Sue made a face as she pressed the delete button. There were a few more general messages that she quickly scanned and either printed or discarded; typical beginning of the week routine. Suddenly, her hand froze on the mouse, her eyes widening in shock as the last message popped up. Sue, I know we’re supposed to meet for lunch on Monday, but I thought I’d send you this draft and some notes ahead of time. I think you’ll find it very interesting, and I look forward to discussing it with you. See you at the café at noon! Your friend, Julia

Closing her eyes to the tears that were gathering, Sue bowed her head and pressed shaking fingers to her face, hoping a few deep breaths would help keep her from losing it in the middle of the Bullpen. Her action wasn’t unnoticed; Jack was talking on the phone and glanced her way in time to see her distressed reaction. Quickly ending the call, he went to her side, laying his hand lightly on the shoulder. His touch, his scent so familiar to her, she knew it was him without looking, and took a few moments to compose herself before finally meeting his concerned gaze. “Sue, what happened?” he asked quietly, as he sank down by her side, taking her hand.

Not trusting her voice, Sue pointed to the open e-mail on her screen, and signed, it’s from Julia.

Turning his head, Jack read the brief message, noting the attachment that hadn’t been opened. Reaching over, he used her mouse to drag the message into her holding file, turning back to her with compassion in his eyes. “I’m sure some day you might want to have that to remember her.” He rubbed her arm and squeezed her hand. “Do you want to get out of here for a few minutes?”

Her eyelashes were shimmering with unshed tears as she gave him a wobbly smile and shook her head. “I’ll be okay, Jack…but thank you,” she whispered.

He gave her an encouraging smile before heading back to his desk. Sue had told him more about Julia the previous day, and he had to admit, it sounded like she had been a wonderful person, and obviously she and Sue had connected right away. In the back of his mind he found himself wondering, when Sue finally opened that attachment, would she share it with him? Given Sue’s excitement over the story, and her heartbreak over Julia’s tragic death, he didn’t think it unreasonable to hope that he would be given the chance to see a glimpse of the talented woman who had befriended the woman he loved.

He kept an eye on her through the morning as they all worked on their reports and tied up loose ends. Just before lunchtime, Lucy stopped by his desk to mention that she and Tara planned to take Sue out with them for lunch. It was hard to contain his relief that he wouldn’t have to offer an excuse for going to lunch alone, but he had an important errand to run, and didn’t intend to share it with anyone in their unit. Watching the three women head for the door with Levi in tow, he saw Sue look back at him with a soft smile. Returning it with a warm smile of his own, he gave her a small wave.

He waited a few minutes, and then grabbed his coat and left. His destination was only a few blocks away, and despite the cold temperature, he decided to walk. There was a discreet chime as he opened the door to the cozy store. D had once mentioned how talented Cecilia was, that Donna had cherished the necklace she had created at D’s request for their tenth anniversary. Looking around at the tastefully arranged displays, he could see the evidence of Cecilia’s skill and handiwork; the pieces were stunning. In that moment, he was sure he had come to the right place to find the ring that would grace Sue’s hand as perfectly as she had graced his life.




Across town that evening, a knock sounded on Bobby’s door. Opening it, a smile spread across his face. “Hey, darlin’…,” wrapping an arm around her waist he pulled her in for a leisurely kiss. “I wasn’t expecting you tonight, but this is the kind of surprise I like.” His dimples flashed as he released her to walk into the living room while he closed the door.

Darcy turned with a smile. “That’s good to know,” she quipped with an arched brow. Then, with a sigh, she sobered, “I wish this was a purely social call, Bobby. But I have something I need to show you.”

His expression turning serious, he motioned her to the sofa and they both sat. “What’s up?”





Chapter 25

The Bullpen was nearly empty when Myles arrived the next morning. Tara was busily typing on her computer, though exactly what she was doing appeared as usual to be beyond comprehension. D was pouring a cup of coffee and turned as Myles hung up his coat. “Where is everyone?” the blond-haired agent asked.

“Jack and Bobby are in the conference room with Darcy and Garrett,” D supplied, taking a sip of the fresh brew.

Myles frowned. “Any idea what they’re discussing?” to which D shrugged and shook his head. He headed for his desk while Myles walked over to the coffee station to fill his cup. Glancing over his shoulder, he could see Tara’s computer screen, the complex code meaningless to him. “What are you working on, Tara?” he asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.

Tara’s eyes didn’t leave the screen as she answered his question. “It’s a new algorithm to test security measures of the backup failsafe for the server on the level 5 datacenter.”

“Ah,” Myles responded, then shook his head. She continually amazed him with her capacity for understanding all things computer. Not that she didn’t have other talents…he was very aware that she did; but it was abundantly clear to him and everyone else on the team that without her technological wizardry, their case-solving abilities would be severely hampered. She had been missed while out recovering from her brush with death in September, her temporary replacement adept enough to provide the type of assistance they needed, but nowhere near as brilliant as her at uncovering information. Even more than her skills, though, the absence of her quirky personality and wit had left a hole in the team that they had been relieved to have refilled when she returned. Leaving her to the complex logic of her program, he went to his desk to begin his workday.





“Oh, I left my gloves back in the coffee shop,” Lucy looked at Sue in disgust. “We’re already running late, thanks to Mr. ‘I-Want-My-Latte-Extra-Hot-With-Soy-Not-Milk’; why don’t you go ahead and I’ll catch up… we don’t want the coffee to get cold.”

They had stopped at the coffee shop on the corner to buy the bag of muffins and pastries that Lucy was carrying. Sue was holding a tray with their lattes, a double-espresso mocha for Tara, and a gourmet blend for Jack; and in the freezing temperatures, even the insulated cups wouldn’t keep their drinks hot for long. “Okay, I’ll hold the elevator for you!” Sue replied with a smile and walked the last few steps to the crosswalk. The light was turning yellow when she got there, and she took a few seconds to pull her bag a little higher on her shoulder and get a better grip on the coffee tray. Recognizing their destination was near and that it would be warm when they got inside, Levi almost pulled Sue along when the walk signal appeared.

No one else was in the crosswalk with her as she made her way toward the Hoover Building, which sat on the opposite corner. No one saw the car until it was right there. Sue never registered the alarmed shouts from those on the sidewalk.




The look on Tara’s face immediately told them something was terribly wrong when she burst into the conference room. “Jack, you’d better come quick…it’s Sue,” was all she said and everyone jumped to their feet to follow. Myles and D met them at the door to the stairwell, following them as they rushed down the steps behind Tara, only hearing part of what she was relaying from the frantic phone call she had received moments earlier. They could hear the wail of the ambulance siren approaching as they raced onto the scene.

Sue was lying unconscious in the street, the coffee splattered and cups scattered. Her bag was several feet away, and purse even farther. Someone had laid a coat over her for warmth, but she wouldn’t be moved until the EMT’s arrived. Lucy was kneeling by her side, holding Sue’s hand, tears streaming down her face. Levi was lying beside Sue with his head on her thigh, his eyes sorrowful as he whined pitifully. Bystanders and a few other FBI employees milled nearby with concern in their faces. Security officers were trying to establish a perimeter.

His heart racing in fear, Jack knelt down, brushing her hair back with a shaking hand and lightly pressed his fingers to the pulse in her neck. It was weak, but steady. Swallowing hard, he reached for her hand, frighteningly limp in his grasp as he held it gently to his heart. “Sue…sweetheart,” he whispered, as he stroked her face, “I’m here…” He looked up to see D helping Lucy move out of the way and enfolding her in his arms as she sobbed, while EMT’s hurried toward them.

“Jack, c’mon mate, you need to step back and let them help her.” Bobby was at his side, grasping his shoulder. He didn’t want to let go of her hand, but at further urging from the EMT, he nodded numbly and complied. Feeling bereft at the loss of his connection with her, he startled as something cold and wet touch his hand, looking down to see Levi nudging him. He and Bobby both crouched down beside the retriever. “Hey, Levi… are you hurt?” Bobby asked, as he ran his hands over Levi, checking him for injuries.

Jack looked over at his best friend, his voice rough with emotion. “Do we know what happened yet?”

“Hit and run, mate.” Bobby’s eyes flashed with anger. “Saunders from White Collar, over there, said he was only a few yards away when he heard someone shout and turned… said the driver never hit the brakes, didn’t even try to miss her. This was intentional, Jack.”

Even more alarmed by Bobby’s news, Jack stood quickly and looked around the scene. Myles and Tara were conferring with two police officers; Darcy had her arm around Lucy, and D and Garrett were talking with Saunders and a couple of other FBI employees. The street was completely blocked off; yellow tape had been strung around the perimeter and photos were being snapped for evidence while the EMT’s prepared Sue for transport to the hospital. He looked back at Bobby. “Why? Why Sue? We’re not even working an active case right now…” They had wrapped up the last of the paperwork from the art theft case the day before, and Garrett hadn’t yet opened a case from the information Darcy had supplied them.

Hearing the clatter of the stretcher, he turned to see the EMT’s lifting Sue into the ambulance. Lucy rushed over at the same time he did, Levi at his heels. An EMT looked at them and said, “We can only take one of you; there’s not enough room to move around otherwise.”

Bobby walked up and handed Sue’s purse to Lucy. “Luce, why don’t you go with them. I’ll bring Jack and Levi in my car; we’ll be right behind you.” Lucy took the purse and touched Jack on the arm, her tear-streaked eyes full of compassion as she looked at him before climbing into the ambulance. Closing the door behind her, the driver headed around the side, the wail of the siren splitting the air as Jack watched them pull away with a heavy heart. After conferring quickly with D, Bobby walked back over to him. “Tara’s already heading upstairs to get the tapes from the surveillance cameras; Garrett told D to run with this one. We’re going to find who did this, Jack. C’mon, let’s get to the hospital.” Grabbing Levi’s leash, Jack followed.

Chapter 26

“Agent Manning.” At the sound of Garrett’s voice, the Aussie stopped a few feet short of the Bullpen and turned. “How is Miss Thomas?”

Bobby sighed. “She doesn’t have any broken bones or internal injuries that they can find. But she’s still unconscious from the head injury. And the nurse said when they changed her into a hospital gown they could see a lot of contusions. Fits what the witnesses said, that she was pretty much facing away from the car and never saw it.”

Garrett nodded. “We saw that when we reviewed the tapes. Unfortunately, the license plates were covered with snow and salt grime. Make, model and color of the car aren’t much help either, too common to stand out.”

“What about the driver? Can we get an image?”

“Tara’s working on it. There’s a lot of glare and the face isn’t clear, though we think it’s a male Caucasian.” Garrett’s expression was intense. “I’ve got everyone I can get my hands on working this case. No one runs down an FBI employee right in front of the Hoover Building and gets away with it!”

“You’ve got that right! We need to get this drongo now.” Bobby shifted and then looked at his supervisor with a questioning expression. “What are we doing about the information Darcy brought in?”

“That’s the other reason I wanted to talk with you. Do you think, given your relationship with Miss D’Angelo, that you can be impartial if I give the case to you?” Garrett watched the agent carefully.

Bobby pursed his lips, looking thoughtful for a moment. “I don’t think being impartial will be a problem. But I have to admit, it’ll be difficult to not be involved in Sue’s case.” His eyes revealed the conflict of choosing between the two cases.

“I know,” Garrett replied, understandingly. “But I don’t want to sit on her information any longer without some action on our part; the other teams are tied up in cases, and I’m hoping the rest of your team can find Sue’s assailant quickly so they can join you in this investigation. If you need someone before that time, pull Myles… you might find his legal background helpful on this one.”

Bobby squared his shoulders, accepting the responsibility he was being given. “Yes, sir.”

Garrett started to turn, and then stopped. “Bobby…” He waited for Bobby to turn back as well. “Be careful as you get into this one. We don’t want to tip them off that they’re under investigation until we’ve got enough for a subpoena of their records. It would be too easy for them to make the evidence disappear.”

“I understand,” the Aussie replied with a quick nod before heading into the Bullpen to update his co-workers on Sue’s condition.





Chapter 27

The sky was darkening outside the window of the hospital room as Jack sat beside Sue’s bed, tenderly stroking the hand he held gently in his. There had been a marathon of tests and scans, the prognosis uncertain. The impact had been to the back of her head and swelling was the unavoidable result; they were managing it with medications and monitoring her closely. The first twenty-four hours were critical.

Over her protests, Jack had sent Lucy home with Levi an hour earlier. She had felt so guilty at leaving Sue to go back to retrieve her gloves, no matter how many times Jack reminded her it wasn’t her fault; there was no way they could have known something like this would happen. He knew she would be back first thing in the morning, and by that time he would need to check in with the office, and Sue’s parents would also be arriving. That phone call had been the most difficult he’d ever made, just two days after receiving their blessing to propose to Sue, having to tell them she was critically injured… He ran his hand over his face, his stomach clenching again at the memory of Mrs. Thomas crying in the background, Mr. Thomas’ choked voice as he said they would be on the next possible flight out, or would drive if the snowstorm they were experiencing was causing flight cancellations. Either way, they would be at their daughter’s side by dawn.

His eyes softened as he looked again at Sue, lying so peacefully as though she were simply sleeping. He reached over to smooth her hair away from her face, running his fingers tenderly over her forehead and down her cheek, wanting more than anything to see her expressive eyes and her gentle smile. Memories began replaying in his mind, moments with Sue that were forever imprinted on his heart. The day they met, her fiery determination as she demanded equal consideration of her abilities, her blushing retreat when she realized he was an agent and not personnel… the spontaneous hugs that were such a part of her, that often sparked a moment of awkwardness while at the same time further endearing her to him each time… their first time undercover as a married couple and the kiss they had shared at Callahan and Merced… all of the times she was there with a look or a touch, her gentle wisdom that spoke to his heart, supporting him when a case was taking its toll… the day on the Mall when they finally talked, really talked about their feelings and decided to move ahead in their relationship…

He pressed a kiss to her hand, closing his eyes as he held it against his cheek, needing her touch as he continued to reminisce. He knew he would never forget the day they met with Garrett to discuss their relationship. Sue had been terrified, in spite of the encouragement they had received from D, as Jack explained their situation, reaching over to grasp her hand as he finished, a move not unnoticed by their supervisor. There had been several moments when neither of them could be sure they were breathing, until Garrett finally sat back with a smile and informed them he had no intention of breaking up a team that worked as effectively as theirs did. He had warned them to keep their personal lives separate from work, as they had obviously been doing, and then assured them he would clear it with the brass upstairs. They had both smiled in relief, but as they looked at each other that day, they had known deep down that they were embarking on the journey of a lifetime.

That journey hadn’t been without its pitfalls and detours, but they had worked through each of them, building on their strong foundation of friendship and mutual respect until one night he had finally declared his love for her, heart pounding, breathlessly waiting, until with shimmering eyes she echoed his sentiment. They had shared a kiss full of passion and promise, both knowing that with those words they had taken another step toward a lifetime commitment to each other. They had spent many evenings talking after that, carefully exploring the issues that could arise in any relationship, and especially those in a deaf/hearing relationship. Jack was already somewhat familiar with day-to-day life with Sue, from the time they spent together, from living together undercover, and from insights Lucy had shared. But he had found himself surprised when Sue broached the subject of children, and the uncertainty of whether theirs might be deaf or hearing; he knew the cause of Sue’s deafness was unknown, but it hadn’t occurred to him that it might be hereditary. After several days of thoughtful contemplation… she would accept no less from him… he had assured her that it really didn’t matter to him, that their children would be the product and reflection of their love, and that he would accept them as a gift and love them no less than he loved her.

Sitting by her side, he began to pray that they would have the opportunity to raise a family together, that she would wake up soon and they could move forward. He still couldn’t imagine life without her, and prayed with all of his heart that he wouldn’t have to.

Chapter 28

It was mid-morning the next day, when Jack walked into the Bullpen. Mr. and Mrs. Thomas had arrived in the early hours of the morning and found him asleep in the chair next to Sue, his head on the bed beside her and their hands still intertwined. He had awakened at Mrs. Thomas’ gentle touch on his shoulder, so much like Sue’s that for a brief moment he had believed it her, until he had opened his eyes and reality crashed in. Sue’s condition was unchanged, a fact that made everyone nervous. They were exhausted from the difficult trip to DC; the snow had indeed caused flight cancellations, forcing them to drive for several hours on the treacherous roads until they got ahead of the storm. And yet her parents insisted on staying with Sue and him until Lucy arrived, at which point they had told Jack to go find who did this to their daughter. He had accepted a tearful hug from her mother before heading to his apartment to shower and change.

D came over to his desk as he hung up his coat. Jack looked fatigued and haunted, and the older agent placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. “How’s she doing?” he asked quietly, and everyone else’s attention was also on them, the same question in their expressions.

Jack looked around at his friends and teammates, then back at D, appreciating the support and concern they were all offering. He shook his head, “No change yet. We’re still waiting.” His voice was rough with emotion and he cleared his throat. “Do you have anything on the driver or car yet?”

D quickly brought Jack up to speed on what they’d learned the previous day and told him that Bobby was out talking to the victims of the alleged fraud scheme Darcy had uncovered in her as-yet unpublished investigative report.

Tara walked over with a thick sheaf of papers. “Jack, I went through Sue’s computer this morning, hoping to find something in her files that might give us a clue as to who might want to hurt her. I’ve been able to pull out quite a bit as irrelevant, but there are some things I’m not sure about. I thought you might be able to review some of this and help us make a quick determination of anything we would need to follow up.”

Accepting the printouts with a nod, Jack turned to his desk as his co-workers went back to their own. He couldn’t help but look at Sue’s desk as he sat down, picturing her sitting there with her hair shining about her face and shoulders as she concentrated on her work. A shaft of pain pierced his heart as the vision faded and he saw only an empty desk. Heaving a sigh, he focused his attention on the pages in front of him, searching for information that they hoped would shed some light on the reason for the attempt on Sue’s life.

He was startled a few minutes later when Myles set a cup of coffee by his hand. Looking up, he could see compassion in the generally stoic agent’s eyes. “You both are in my prayers,” was all he said quietly before returning to his desk.

Watching him, Jack waited until Myles was seated and looked his way again. Jack silently signed, thank you, and saw Myles nod in return before they both went back to their work.




“Mrs. Johnson, what you’ve told me so far and the information Miss D’Angelo has supplied is helping us to build a possible case against this company. But I won’t lie to you, it could take some time, and we’re going to need your help. We want to make sure we get everyone that is involved; but until then, we have to make sure they don’t know we’re investigating them. Have you been in contact with anyone in the company besides your loan officer, this… Andrew Cummings?”

Mrs. Johnson drew a breath as she looked at the tall FBI agent sitting on her sofa. “Yes, there was one other person I talked to a couple of times. She was the one who processed my loan, and she seemed so nice; I was actually a bit surprised at how much she wanted to help me, especially after it was too late to change what had happened. In fact, she encouraged me when I told her I was considering calling Miss D’Angelo to see if she would write one of those articles that expose companies who don’t treat their customers fairly.”

Bobby raised his eyebrows; this was an interesting tidbit. “Do you recall her name?”

“It was a pretty name… let me think for a minute.” Mrs. Johnson frowned as she tried to remember. “Oh, I wish I could remember!” she looked up him, frustrated. “I’m really terrible with names unless I write them down, and I’m afraid I don’t have hers. Such a sweet girl too; I just wish she wasn’t involved in all of this.”

Bobby gave the older woman a smile. “No problem, Mrs. Johnson; I’m sure we’ll figure out who she is in the course of our investigation. Thank you for your help, though. We will be in touch, and until then I’d like to ask that you not contact the mortgage company for any reason. If you think of anything else, or if something comes up, would you please give me a call?”

“Oh, yes, Agent Manning,” the woman thanked him effusively as she took the business card he proffered. “I’m just so happy someone is trying to help me.”

Bobby gave her an understanding smile and left. Getting into his car, he wondered what he would learn from the other homeowners.




Lucy looked up from her post at Sue’s bedside as Sue’s nurse, Annette, walked into the room. She had been there the day before when Sue had been settled in after all the tests, and had arrived again late that morning after Jack left, her shift ending at 9:00 each evening. Sue’s parents had gone back to the apartment to rest, having had no sleep during their night of driving. “How are we doing?” the petite brunette asked as she set her supply tray on the table near the bed.

“There hasn’t been any change,” Lucy told her as she moved out of Annette’s way, stretching to relieve the tension of sitting for so long.

She watched as Annette checked Sue’s vitals and noted the stats from the monitors. Finishing with the routine, Annette straightened Sue’s blankets and ran a gentle hand over Sue’s forehead before squeezing her hand and turning. Her stats are good,” she told Lucy with an encouraging smile. “The doctor will order another scan this afternoon, and see if the swelling is going down.”

Lucy nodded, her face full of concern and worry. “Is there anything more we can do?” she asked.

“There are several studies going on that involve sensory stimulation. For most coma patients, we recommend their friends and family talk to them as well as holding their hands, touching their face, arms, and legs. Familiar voices, and the touch of someone they know can help promote awakening. Since Sue is deaf, talking to her won’t help. But you can still reach her through her sense of touch, and even smell. I understand her mom and dad will be back later; and I met Jack yesterday. You all need to be around her in familiar ways, hold her hand or touch her in ways you normally would; wear a familiar perfume, or in Jack’s case cologne…” Annette smiled gently. “But really, you’re already doing what is best for her: being here, praying for her, caring about her. The doctors set timetables; but sometimes God works in His own time and we get to see miracles happen.”

“Amen to that.”

Lucy and Annette both turned at the sound of the voice from the doorway. “Gram! What are you doing here?” Lucy met her grandmother halfway and was enveloped in a huge hug. “Annette, this is my grandmother,” Lucy said, turning to make the introductions. “Gram, Annette is Sue’s nurse, and she’s the best!”

Annette smiled modestly. “You’re kind to say that, Lucy, thank you. But they’re going to call me ‘lazy’ if I don’t continue on my rounds.” She picked up her supply tray and smiled at the two women. “Nice meeting you, and I’m sure I’ll see you later, Lucy.”

Gram turned back to Lucy as Annette left the room. “I called to see how you were doing after our talk the other night, and that sweet girl in your office, Tara, told me what happened.” She cast a worried look at Sue, and they moved closer to the bed. “I can’t understand why anyone would want to hurt such a wonderful young woman…” She reached over and gently laid her hand against Sue’s cheek. “I’m praying for you, dear,” she said softly, and then turned back to her granddaughter. “How are you doing?” she asked with some concern.

Taking her seat by the bed again and reaching for Sue’s hand, Lucy watched her grandmother settle into the other chair nearby before answering. “I’m a little scared,” she admitted. “The doctors aren’t sure if…when Sue will come out of this; and it’s been really hard for Jack and her parents.” She looked at her friend for a long moment before continuing. “I’m just trying to be here for all of them as much as I can be.”

“You have a big heart, Lucy, and I’m sure it means a lot to them.” She smiled as she patted Lucy’s knee. “But what I’m really asking is how are you doing after what we talked about the other night?”

Lucy took a deep breath and thought for a moment. “I think I’m doing better, Gram. It’s still painful to think about, and I know it’s going to take a while to heal. But my focus has shifted somewhat and I don’t feel quite so alone, even sitting here like this with Sue. Does that make any sense?”

“It sure does,” Gram nodded sagely. “You’re on your way, and it’s really not so much about where you’re going as it is the journey to get there. God is walking with you, baby, and even though it won’t always be easy, what you learn along the way is what He’s looking for and what is important.”

“Sue said something like that the other night.” Lucy looked over at Sue with remorse in her eyes. “I keep thinking about the way I shut her out and how wrong that was. It really hurt her, and I’ll always be sorry for that. But even more than that, what if we hadn’t talked before this happened?” She dashed at a tear that made its way down her cheek. “I don’t know if I could live with myself.”

“You would find a way, but you’re right… we can’t push our friends away when life gets difficult; many times it’s our friends who help us through the hard times.” She reached over and squeezed Lucy’s hand. “I’m proud of you, Lucy, for what you’re learning, and for the way you’re reaching out. I know that if you remember to keep your heart open and let God work His will in your life, you’re going to find happiness.”

Lucy’s eyes were hopeful as she smiled at her grandmother. “Thanks, Gram.”

Chapter 29

“Tara, I’ve been through almost all of this, and there isn’t much to go on.” Jack handed a few pages to her. “You might want to do a little digging into these, but my gut tells me the answers aren’t there. Do we have anything else yet?”

She directed his attention to the screen she had set up for Sue. “This is the best I’ve been able to do so far with the image of the driver.” The shot was still hard to see, but it was indeed a Caucasian male, clean-shaven. He looked young, late 20’s perhaps. What Jack could see of him, didn’t look familiar.

“Is there enough to use the facial pattern recognition program?” he asked hopefully.

Disappointed, Tara shook her head. “I didn’t think there was, but I tried it anyway. There was no match.”

“There’s got to be some way to figure out who this slime ball is and get him off the streets!” Jack’s frustration was palpable, almost desperate.

Tara focused on her keyboard, knowing Jack’s outburst wasn’t directed at her personally, but feeling all the same as though she was letting him down. “I’ll keep trying,” she said quietly, glancing at him only briefly.

Catching himself, Jack drew a breath. “I’m sorry, Tara. I know you’re doing everything you can, and I appreciate it… I know Sue will too.” He paused as Tara glanced up at him again, this time with an understanding expression. “I need to get back to her; I’ve been here longer than I planned.”

Tara nodded quickly. “Give her my love,” she said, and then realizing what she had said, shrugged. “I mean… you know what I mean.”

With a brief nod, Jack left the bullpen.

He was waiting for the elevator, lost in his thoughts of the conversation with Tara and his worry over Sue, when the doors opened and Bobby stepped off. “Good, you’re still here, mate.” He looked at Jack with concern as they stepped to the side to allow others to use the lift. “How’s Sue doing?”

Jack’s eyes were troubled. “There hasn’t been any change; she still hasn’t woken up yet. I was just about to head back over there…”

“How are you holding up?”

“As well as you can expect, I guess. I sat with her all night, until after her parents arrived. I didn’t want to leave her, but I had to get out of there and do something to help find who did this. And now,” his voice grew husky and he swallowed hard, looking at his best friend, fear and sadness evident in his eyes as he finally gave voice to the anguished thought that was tormenting him. “It’s been more than 24 hours, Bobby… and I… I’m so afraid of losing her.”

Bobby put his hand on his best friend’s shoulder. “Listen to me, mate. Sue is a strong woman, and she loves you. She’s not going to give up without a fight, and neither should you.”

Jack nodded as he heard what Bobby said; he knew his friend was right. But how to fight for her? That was a question for which he had no answer. Glancing over as he heard the elevator chime, he looked back at Bobby. “I have to go…”

“Hang in there, mate,” Bobby said, releasing Jack’s shoulder after a final squeeze. He watched as Jack turned with a somber expression and stepped into the elevator. The doors slid shut and he sighed heavily. …oh, God…please help them.

Bobby walked into the Bullpen a few minutes later. “Hey, Tara… how…” He stopped as he caught sight of her face. She wiped at her eyes, but he could see she had been crying. “What happened?” he asked, quickly moving to her side and perching on her desk. Leaning forward to grasp her shoulder a terrifying thought crossed his mind. “Is it Sue…?” he couldn’t finish; it was too terrible to contemplate.

Tara’s eyes flew to his and she shook her head quickly. “No!” Tears still clung to her lashes as she hiccupped softly, and she dabbed at them with a crumpled tissue. “Nothing happened. It’s just… I feel like I’m failing Jack… and Sue. All this technology at my fingertips, and I can’t figure out who this suspect is! And Jack’s frustrated, and I’m scared for Sue…” She broke off, knowing more words would only bring more tears, and she hated to cry in front of others, especially fellow agents. Spying the files she had set aside for him, she picked them up and handed them over. “These are the backgrounds you wanted.”

Bobby smiled wryly as he took the files, recognizing her diversionary tactic. “Jack’s pretty out of sorts right now, I’ll give you that, but he knows you’re the best, Tara. Don’t let this get to you. We’ll figure it out.” He stopped, seeing her nod quickly, her eyes averted again. He swung his tall frame off the corner of her desk, glancing at the clock. It was well after the lunch hour, but with everyone away and everything going on… “Did you ever get lunch?” She checked her watch and shook her head. “C’mon, let’s go eat, my treat, and you can tell me what you found on these mortgage people.”

Giving him a grateful smile, Tara stood and reached for her coat.





Chapter 30

“What are D and Myles up to this afternoon?” Bobby asked as they walked to a nearby café. Even though it would be a working lunch of sorts, they didn’t want to be away for long.

Tara took a deep breath of the cold air, feeling a sense of calm overtake her at being away from the Bullpen. The others were continually telling her to take a break in the midst of big cases, though she rarely did, as the interruption often derailed her thought process and made it harder to immerse herself back into the facts of the case. But today it felt really good to get out and clear her head. “They hit the streets looking for anything that might give us a lead.”

Bobby nodded. “Here we go,” he said, opening the door and letting Tara precede him inside. Quickly finding a booth, they removed their coats and placed their orders. “So, what do we have on the people at our friendly mortgage company?” he asked with his trademark grin.

Tara smiled and leaned forward, keeping her voice low. “It was amazingly easy to get their information; they have all of their loan officers and administrative personnel listed on their website. The licensing law here requires they go through background checks before they can work as loan officers; so, all I had to do was access that information and then run from that date forward. I even have fingerprints.” She arched an eyebrow. “People should be more careful who they deal with. Of only eleven loan officers, three had DUI’s on their records in the last two years, one had an assault charge, one is hiding from three women who have all filed paternity suits and are seeking child support, and one has been arrested for possession of narcotics, though his case was thrown out when the evidence was mishandled.”

“Whoa!” Bobby said, surprised. He took a deep breath and shook his head. “Well, I guess we certainly have a list of suspects to work with. I can imagine they all would be looking for fast money, for one reason or another.”

Tara’s smile broadened. “I saved the best for last. The agency in charge of financial institutions and the licensing program tracks complaints against loan officers. As bad as some of them might be, the list gets narrowed down to one if you find out what their customers think.”

Bobby sat back and regarded her with a smile. “Let me guess, his name is Andy Cummings.”

“Give the man a gold star,” Tara quipped with a quick nod. “And in our list of bad boys, he’s the one with the drug arrest on his record.”

“Narcotics,” Bobby said thoughtfully. “Expensive habit to maintain, not to mention the fact that he’s likely to be highly volatile. Moves him to the top of our list and makes our next step a bit more treacherous. No way to anticipate how he’ll react if he finds out we’re investigating him. I’d rather he not know until we show up with an arrest warrant, but I’m not sure how we can accomplish that.”

Tara’s smile faded to an expression of concern; an unstable and unpredictable suspect was never a good thing in their line of work. Before she could comment, Bobby’s cell phone rang. “Manning,” he answered, and then grinned when he recognized the caller. “You can interrupt anytime, love.” He winked at Tara, who sat back in her seat with an amused smile, obviously aware of who was on the phone. She watched as his smile faded. “Really?” He listened for another moment. “Where are you right now?” He glanced at Tara, who had sat forward again. “I’m with Tara at the café on 10th; can you meet us here? Righto, see you in a few.” He closed the phone and looked at his co-worker. “Darcy just received a letter from a former processor at Beltway Mortgage; seems this processor was none other than Sue’s friend Julia Morrison, who was found murdered Saturday night.”

“Julia worked at Beltway?” Tara asked, surprised at the news. When she and Lucy had taken Sue to lunch on Monday, Sue had told her about Julia, but where she worked had never been mentioned. She looked up as the waitress brought their lunches, thanking her with a smile.

Bobby nodded as he popped a French fry in his mouth. Chewing quickly, he reached for the salt. “I wonder if she’s the one Mrs. Johnson was trying to remember. I’m surprised her name didn’t come up when you were running the employees of Beltway.”

“So am I,” Tara agreed, picking up her sandwich. “Someone was awful quick to get her name off the company roster,” she added before taking a bite.

“That they were,” Bobby answered, looking thoughtful. “Darcy’s bringing the letter to us; and I’m thinking when we’re done here, I should make a stop at the precinct and visit the detective who’s running the murder investigation.” He picked up his burger. “Somehow I get the feeling her death isn’t a coincidence.”




An hour an a half later, Bobby found himself standing in the bustling precinct, astonished at the run-around he was receiving from the watch clerk. “Look, mate,” he said in a tone of forced patience as he held his badge in front of him, “I’m with the FBI, and I need to get in contact with Detective Cantrell. If he’s not here, then I need you to find him, and tomorrow is not an option. I’m standing here right now.”

Rolling his eyes, the clerk reached for the phone and dialed some numbers, handing the receiver to Bobby as the call connected. Finding Detective Cantrell on the other end, Bobby lost no time in explaining what he needed. Reaching over the counter to hang up the phone, he asked for directions to the detective’s desk, biting back a sarcastic retort at the vague instructions he was given. He had half a mind to file a report on the clerk, but decided not to waste his time. This environment was one of the reasons he had worked so hard to be a member of his elite team in the FBI; nothing he did was going to change things.

Finding his way to the Detective Unit, a search made a bit more difficult due to the bad directions, he reviewed in his mind the letter Darcy had given him, protectively encased in a plastic bag and taken to the Bureau in Tara’s trustworthy hands. It had been a brief handwritten note dated Friday. Darcy had called Julia at her office that morning to see if she could talk to her about the homeowners’ complaints over lunch; Julia had declined and seemed nervous, according to Darcy. She must have written the note afterward and mailed it; and as luck would have it, since it was important, it had been mishandled and Darcy had only received it today. When he asked her why she hadn’t mentioned Julia in their discussions, she reminded him their discussion had been cut short by the news of Sue’s ‘accident’, and apologized for not having Julia in her notes; but to that point, she had offered nothing to the investigation.

Well, she’s offered something now, Bobby thought to himself. The note had provided a link between Julia’s murder and the fraud investigation.

Finally arriving at the doorway of the Detective Unit, Bobby paused and looked around until his eyes settled on a tall blonde making her way toward him with an appraising look. “Special Agent Manning, I presume,” she said, offering her hand with a coy smile. “Tom called and said you’d be looking for the file on Julia Morrison.” Turning, she led the way as they headed for an empty conference room. The file lying on the table wasn’t very thick.

Flipping open the cover, Bobby glanced over at the woman as she leaned against the doorframe. He hadn’t missed the badge hanging from her belt, but she hadn’t given her name. “Is this all there is, Detective…?”

“Cooper… Melinda Cooper,” she supplied. “You can call me Mel,” she offered a little warmer than was professional.

Bobby bit back a smirk at her obvious invitation, but didn’t rise to the bait. Repeating his question, he gave her a pointed look before flipping through several pages of reports.

She squirmed slightly and then squared her shoulders, dropping into professional mode… he clearly wasn’t interested and she didn’t intend to make a total fool of herself. Lifting her chin she regarded him seriously. “That is everything Detective Cantrell has been able to put together so far on this case. His partner had a heart attack and has been out for a month; and the rookie they assigned to work with him is so green, Tom has to review everything he touches. This is a bad time of year for violent crime, and there is only so much time and so many resources, Special Agent Manning.”

His attention caught on a detail in the crime scene report, he only vaguely registered the detective’s defensive explanation and nodded absently. Snapping the file shut, he handed it to her with a determined expression. “I need a copy of this file. I’ll wait, if I can have it immediately, or you can have it sent to my office; but I need it within the hour.”

Arching a brow at his brusque manner, she took the file and stepped back. “Give me fifteen minutes,” she said before turning to hurry away.

Standing alone in the conference room, a look of grim satisfaction crossed his features. He was right: Julia’s death wasn’t a coincidence.

Chapter 31

Night had fallen hours earlier and Jack was once again sitting alone beside Sue. When he had arrived at her hospital room that afternoon, he had been stunned to find it empty. Terrified of the worst, he had raced from the room only to nearly collide with Lucy in the hallway. It had taken her a couple of minutes to calm him down, explaining that Sue had been taken for another scan. Her parents had gone to the coffee shop to wait while Lucy had gone to stretch her legs. Strung out, exhausted and very worried, he had been grateful when she finally just reached out and pulled him into a comforting hug.

Sue’s parents had joined them a few minutes later, and they had all waited together for Sue to be returned to her room. The report from the doctor was encouraging; the swelling had reduced considerably and they were hoping she would wake up soon. “But,” he had cautioned, “with head injuries, much is unknown and therefore uncertain. All we can do is wait and see.”

“And pray,” Lucy had added under her breath. No one would argue with her on that point.

They had taken turns sitting by her side through the rest of the afternoon and evening, until Jack finally convinced Lucy and Sue’s parents to go back to the apartment. The Thomas’s hadn’t had more than a couple of hours sleep in the past two days and were beyond tired; and though it wasn’t something she wanted to admit, after spending all day at the hospital, Lucy had also been ready for a break. They all could see that Jack needed some time with Sue and had no intention of leaving.

Mr. Thomas had gone to warm up the car while Lucy sat next to Sue, holding her hand. Jack had been standing at the window for several minutes, watching heavy white flakes of snow swirl past on their way to the growing drifts below. The snowstorm Sue’s parents had driven through had finally reached Washington DC, and he silently reminded himself to ask Lucy to page him when they got to the apartment. With so much to worry about, he needed the peace of mind that at least they were safe.

There was a soft touch on his arm and he turned to see Mrs. Thomas looking at him with an expression of worry that matched his own. “Is there anything you need before we go?”

He gave her a half-smile. “The only thing I need right now is for Sue to wake up and be okay.”

Her mother smiled sadly as she nodded her agreement. “You’re a good man, Jack. Sue has told me so much about you that it was easy to understand why she loves you so much. And now I’m seeing with my own eyes just how deeply you love her as well.

“She’s my life,” he answered simply, his answer unrehearsed and straight from his heart.

Mrs. Thomas’ eyes shown with love as she turned to look at her daughter. “Mine revolved around hers for so many years…” She paused as she looked back at Jack. “I’m sure she shared with you how hard I made her work when she was a little girl. She’s a fighter, Jack, but this time, she’s going to need your help.”

She’s not going to give up without a fight, and neither should you. Bobby’s words played in the back of his mind, and once again he found himself facing the same question. “I just wish I knew what to do.”

Lightly grasping his arm, she gazed at him intently. “Tell her you need her to come back to you. Help her fight her way back.”

Jack frowned in confusion. “How do I tell her when she can’t hear me?”

“Maybe not with her ears, Jack,” Mrs. Thomas shook her head with a knowing smile. “But there’s something you ought to have figured out about my daughter by now… she can hear you with her heart.” She softly rested her hand against his heart in the loving gesture Sue so often used. “Speak to her heart, Jack, and she’ll listen.”

Her mother’s words still echoed in his mind hours later as Jack sat on the edge of Sue’s bed in the silent room. Tenderly brushing her hair back, he ran his fingertips down her soft cheek. “Sue,” he leaned forward, whispering against her skin. “Come back to me, sweetheart.” He brushed her cheek softly with his lips. “I love you.” He pressed a gentle kiss to her lips, feeling his heart break that there was no response. Settling in as he had the night before, he laid his head on the bed beside her, tucking her hand in his as he drifted into sleep.




Tara shot up in bed and stared at the numbers on her clock. 3:32 a.m. Slapping her forehead, she grimaced. “I can’t believe I missed that!” she said aloud, startling her cat lying near her feet. She climbed out from under her warm covers and shivered as she pulled on her robe and slippers. Padding out to her living room she retrieved her laptop and plugged it in. Stifling a yawn, she waited while it booted up and accessed her internet connection. After a couple of quick clicks, she obtained a secure link to the FBI network and accessed Sue’s computer, roaming her hard drive until she found her e-mail files. Pulling up the one she wanted, she scanned the cover, noting the date and time it was sent, and then opened the attachment… two hundred and seventy-three pages! With a quiet moan, she turned away from the screen to raise the thermostat a few degrees and start a pot of coffee. Why couldn’t I have thought of this before the storm hit and Garrett decided to tell us all to go home? At least there I could have printed it out and divided up the pages among the others!

A short time later, dressed in warm fleece sweats and holding a steaming mug of coffee, Tara settled in to read.





Chapter 32

It was the feeling of fingers in his hair that woke him. Not quite the gentle caress of a mom for her son, nor a woman’s touch as she ran her fingers through her man’s hair in a passionate moment. This was more tentative… hesitant. Startling as he felt it again, Jack lifted his head, pain shooting through his back and neck in sharp protest at the position he had been sleeping in for the second night in a row. Moving to take her hand in his, he felt Sue lightly close her fingers over his, his heart leaping with joy at the glimmer of response.

Sliding onto the edge of her bed, he brushed her cheek softly with his hand, watching her eyes, willing them to open. Taking the hand he was holding, he raised it to his lips, pressing them into her palm and then nestling his cheek against it. “Please, Sue,” he whispered. “Wake up…” He felt her fingers move again, a light caress of his cheek before her eyelids fluttered, slowly opening to reveal her hazel eyes.

Squinting, the light soft but still too bright, she could dimly make out the figure sitting at her side, knowing him more by his touch and the faint scent of his cologne; everything was fuzzy, the pain intense and unrelenting. “Jack?” she whispered, the effort to speak almost too much to bear with the pounding in her head and the deep aches she could feel throughout her body. “It hurts…,” she trailed off, closing her eyes again.

“No… Sue…” Jack leaned forward, placing his hands on either side of her face, gently caressing her cheeks with his thumbs. Responding to his touch, she slowly opened her eyes again, frowning as she tried to focus.

She blinked a couple of times, but there was no improvement, and her eyes filled with tears. So much pain, and she needed to see… to see him. “Jack,” she paused and took a breath as he gently wiped away her tears, “I can’t see you clearly. Please… the pain…” Her voice was so soft, he could barely hear her. She closed her eyes slowly and then opened them again, more tears replacing those that had fallen.

Realizing she wouldn’t be able to read his lips, unsure that she would even see signs, Jack frantically wracked his brain for a way to communicate with her. Suddenly it came to him, and taking her hand he finger-spelled into it, O-K.

“Okay,” Sue said, conveying her understanding.

Jack reached for the nurse’s call button and then took her hand again. S-T-A-Y-W-I-T-H-M-E he spelled, waiting for her to respond.

“I’m here,” she said, turning her hand to hold his and he leaned down to tenderly kiss her cheek.




Bobby arrived at the Bullpen early in the morning to find Tara sitting at her desk rifling through a very large stack of papers. Glancing up when she heard him walking toward her, she gave him a tired grin. “I think I have something.”

“What’s that?” Bobby asked as he walked around her desk and leaned over her shoulder.

Tara continued sorting the pages as she explained. “When we were talking at lunch yesterday, and you mentioned Sue’s friend Julia Morrison, remember that I was surprised to find out she worked for Beltway Mortgage?”

“Yeah, go on,” Bobby nodded.

“Sue had never mentioned where her friend worked. Anyway, it hit me in the middle of the night,” she paused at the look Bobby gave her. “Don’t ask,” she told him with a shake of her head. “Anyway…,” she waved her hand and then flipped through a few more pages. “It hit me in the middle of the night that I had seen an e-mail she sent to Sue when I was reviewing Sue’s computer files. Sue had told Lucy and me about it at lunch Monday, and when I saw the cover note, I recognized it was a personal message and left it. But then I remembered another e-mail that I had printed for Jack to review, and he gave it back to me with some notes on it just before you and I went to lunch yesterday. I reviewed them after I got back in the office, ran down everything we could find and came up empty. But he had also circled the date and time of the message, which was late Sunday evening.” Tara set the papers down and looked up at Bobby. “That message was in the queue before the message from Julia. But Julia was found Saturday night. So, how did a message get sent from her after she was already dead?”

Bobby straightened up and folded his arms. “I don’t know, but something tells me you do.”

“Yes,” Tara confirmed. “I ran a trace, and it definitely came from Julia’s computer. But it was generated late Saturday morning, and held in their server until Monday morning, when it was sent to Sue’s e-mail box. It was a very effective way for Julia to hide information and have it get into hands she trusted if something happened to her; but she also had the option of stopping it from transmitting if she needed to.” She sobered as she looked up at Bobby. “She must have known she was in danger, Bobby.”

Bobby thought for a minute and then snapped his fingers. “Do you have her letter to Darcy?”

“Right here,” Tara replied, handing it to him.

Bobby read through the message again and then walked over to grab a file off his desk. Quickly comparing the information, he turned to Tara. “We need to get D and Myles in here. My hunch was correct, and our cases just converged.”

Chapter 33

When Bobby arrived at the hospital a couple of hours later, the roads were only beginning to be passable. He had talked briefly with Lucy, who was still at the apartment with Sue’s parents. They had received a call from the hospital informing them Sue had awakened, but was in a great deal of pain and would need to remain quiet for a while; much as they wanted to see her, they were waiting until the roads were better. The sight that greeted his eyes when he reached her room stopped him in the doorway. Jack was on the bed next to Sue, his arms wrapped around her with her curled protectively against his chest. Tears had left tracks on her cheeks from crying herself to sleep, Jack’s eyes also closed in gentle slumber.

He startled slightly to feel a touch on his shoulder and turned to see a petite nurse standing behind him. “Agent Manning, right?” She smiled as he turned and stepped out of the room. “I’m Annette. I remember seeing you here with Jack when Sue was settled on our ward the other day.”

Bobby smiled, amazed at the nurse’s excellent memory. “Please, call me Bobby.” He nodded toward the room. “How’s she doing?” he asked.

“We just finished our shift change and Marge updated me on Sue’s condition. She awakened a little before 5:00 this morning. Her mental acuity seems fine, but her vision is quite blurred. The doctor thinks this is from the swelling still present and feels it will clear up within a short time. Unfortunately, she is in a lot of pain, and there isn’t much we can give her until the swelling is completely gone.” She sighed gently. “Marge said it was a blessing that Jack was there when they were working with her, and helped to keep her calm; I can only imagine how frightening it would be to be deaf and then not be able to see clearly.”

Unable to speak past the lump in his throat as he considered what his friends were facing together, Bobby could only nod.

Annette took a step toward the door. “I have to go wake her up again. Would you like me to tell them you’re here?”

“Please,” Bobby replied, and stepped to the side to wait.

Jack came out a few minutes later, looking rumpled and not well-rested, but with a light in his eyes that hadn’t been there the last time Bobby had seen him. “Hey, what’s up?”

“We’ve had a break in the case,” Bobby told him.

Raising his eyebrows, Jack stepped to the side of the hall beside Bobby. “Talk to me,” he said, slipping into FBI agent mode instantly.

“D and Myles are still running down some of the details, with Tara’s help, but we’re pretty sure the drongo who murdered Julia Morrison also ran down Sue.” Bobby couldn’t hide his contempt for their suspect.

“Julia Morrison?” Jack knew he was tired, but he couldn’t understand why her murder would be linked to the attempt on Sue’s life.

“Yeah,” Bobby confirmed. “She was a loan processor at Beltway Mortgage.”

Jack nodded. “Okay, I remember Sue did say she worked there. But how is her death…” He stopped and looked at his friend. “This is linked to the fraud case?”

“Three cases all wrapped up in one,” Bobby informed him. “The drongo is a loan officer at the mortgage company.”

“Do you have his name?”

Bobby nodded, “Andrew Cummings.” At Jack’s negative response he continued. “He also happens to have a nasty drug habit… narcotics.”

Jack ran his hand through his hair and thought for a moment. “But why would he go after Sue?” he asked, shaking his head. “It doesn’t make any sense, not that is has to for someone hooked on narcotics…”

“Actually, it does make sense. Seems Julia was on to his fraud scheme, and was in the process of trying to turn what she had over to Sue when she was murdered. She sent a letter to Darcy, and in it mentioned she was being followed. She also mentioned that she planned to meet a friend who was an FBI agent on Monday; that would have been Sue.”

Jack nodded as he began to pick up the thread of logic. “They had met several times for lunch, and if Julia was being followed, he would have also seen Sue. If he thought Julia was feeding information to Sue…” He closed his eyes as the rest of it fell into place. Taking a deep breath, he focused once again on Bobby. “But Sue never mentioned getting anything from Julia about an alleged fraud scheme.”

“It was cleverly disguised in an attachment to an e-mail Julia sent to Sue, just before she died.”

Jack’s brows knit. “She e-mailed her manuscript and some notes; Sue got them Monday morning. She was pretty shook up when it came in, and I saved it to a holding file for her. There was no mention of anything else.”

Bobby nodded. “What neither of you seemed to realize was that it was dated Monday morning. She had saved it on the server in such a way that if she didn’t intercept it before then, it would be automatically sent to Sue. A message from the grave, if you will.”

“Oh, no…” Jack froze, his eyes widening on Bobby. “She contacted Sue Friday, asking to meet with her that day. But we were preparing for the art sting and Sue rescheduled it for Monday. If she was in danger… we can’t tell Sue about this, not now…” Bobby nodded as Jack trailed off, pressing his lips together as he contemplated the situation. “So the attachment wasn’t her story, then?”

Bobby smiled wryly. “Oh, her story was there all right, all two hundred and seventy pages… in very small print, I might add. But there were also three pages of evidence cleverly embedded in the story; Tara spent half the night reading to find it. There was also a link to a secured website where it appears she saved images of certain documents; Tara’s working to get into that right now. As soon as she has it, we’ll be getting a warrant and heading over to the mortgage company. We’ve already got SOG on Mr. Cummings and all of his co-workers; they’ll all be in custody by the end of the day.”

Jack felt a measure of relief. “You think all of them are involved?”

Shaking his head, Bobby noticed Annette waiting in the doorway of Sue’s room. “No, but they’ll all be answering some questions.” He clasped Jack on the shoulder as his friend also looked toward Sue’s room. “No need for me to upset Sue right now; I’ll come by to visit her another time. Just… tell her I said hi?”

“Yeah,” Jack nodded and watched his friend start to walk away. "Oh, Bobby," he called, and waited for Bobby to turn around. "Tell Tara thanks, from both of us?"

"You got it!" Bobby replied with a grin, which Jack returned before heading back to Sue.

Chapter 34

It was Friday evening before everyone was able to visit Sue at the same time, though each of her teammates had found time to drop in at some point before then. Jack had stayed with her after Bobby left Thursday morning, holding her as she slept again, and when Annette returned to wake her, Lucy and her parents had arrived. With Lucy able to finger-spell and sign for her, though her vision was improving, Jack left for a while to freshen up at home and check in with the rest of the team. Tara had finally accessed the documents Julia had saved and they had what they needed for the warrant. It had given Jack some satisfaction to assist in the takedown, watching as Bobby cuffed Andy Cummings and read him his rights. But it had been easy to let them take the suspects away while he headed back to the hospital.

There would be boxes of documents to sort through, though Julia’s notes gave them an excellent guide to unravel the trail of fraud. The other loan officers appeared to be innocent of the fraud scheme, Cummings’ unpredictable nature making them keep their distance; they hadn’t been involved in his activities, and none seemed to even be aware of what he had been doing. Their manager was sure to face complicity charges, as Julia had documented her conversations with him, outlining her concerns over what she had initially discovered. In exchange for his testimony, there was the possibility he could avoid prison time, but his career was over.

The list of charges against Cummings was long, and with murder and the attempted murder of a federal employee included on that list, there was little chance he would ever see freedom again. The lenders and homeowners he had defrauded would all be filing claims against the company’s insurance; there would be some major legal battles ahead for the unfortunate victims. One bright spot in the whole mess was, after a quick review of the evidence they had so far, Myles was relatively certain Julia’s name would be cleared of any wrongdoing.

He was the first of their team to show up Friday morning, and had enjoyed spending some time with Sue while Jack went to get some coffee. She told him later that Myles had read Julia’s manuscript and had been intrigued by her story, asking questions about how she had planned to finish it and her notes for the sequel. They had shared a quiet laugh over the contradiction their co-worker seemed to be; so often hiding behind a gruff or imperious façade, and then surprising them with a kind word or gesture, or, in this case, showing interest in the work of a budding author.

Her vision nearly as good as before, Sue was feeling better though still experiencing headaches, which the doctor assured them, was normal. Thankfully, they weren’t as horrible as when she initially awakened. She also had a colorful array of deep, painful bruises that made sitting and lying down uncomfortable. When Jack was with her, she would curl against him and find relief; the rest of the time, Marge or Annette helped her find creative positions using extra pillows.

Annette was just about to go off shift when she stopped at Sue’s room to find it full of smiling and laughing people. Happy to see the smile on Sue’s face, she nevertheless saw the traces of fatigue in her eyes and had to call a halt to their visit. Giving them time to say their good byes, she waited at the door as each slowly filed past, sharing a smile and bidding each of them goodnight by name. When it was only Jack and Sue left in the room, Annette joined them. “How do you do that?” Jack asked her with a smile.

“Do what?” Annette asked as she checked Sue’s vitals and noted her stats.

“Remember everyone’s names so easily… you only met some of them once!”

Annette winked at Sue before glancing over her shoulder at Jack. “I remember everything. It’s a gift, and not one I can really explain… though I’m glad you appreciate it. But it’s also a curse; sometimes there are things I’d like to forget.”

Watching her nurse’s face, Sue touched her hand. “I can imagine there are. Thank you for everything you’ve done, Annette. I hope I get to see you before they discharge me tomorrow.”

Annette squeezed Sue’s hand lightly. “I’ll be here. Now, you need to get some rest.” She helped Sue to settle in the bed, fluffing pillows and straightening blankets. She turned to Jack, “You can stay for a while, but I would suggest you go home and get a full night of sleep; you’ve had a long week too.”

Jack smiled as he nodded. “I’ll do that. Thanks, Annette.”

Turning the lights down, she left, the door closing softly behind her. Jack sat on the edge of Sue’s bed, reaching out to tuck her hair behind her ear as she watched him with sleepy eyes. “I’ll stay for a few minutes… until you’re asleep,” he told her, brushing his fingers down her cheek.

She caught his hand and held it in hers as she nestled deeper into her pillows with a sigh. “I love you, Jack.” Her voice was a drowsy whisper.

Leaning forward, he brushed his lips gently against hers and she kissed him back softly. Just before her eyes closed in sleep, he whispered, “I love you too, sweetheart. Good night.” Her breathing quickly becoming deep and even, he placed a light kiss on her forehead and left the room, waving at Annette as he headed for the elevators. The events of the week catching up with him, he was looking forward to taking Annette’s advice and getting a good night’s sleep in his own bed, though he knew he would miss being near Sue.





Chapter 35

Saturday night was supposed to be their special date night, but coming home from the hospital that morning sapped what little energy Sue had. Letting her mother fuss a bit over her, she took a warm bath and settled into bed after a soothing cup of tea for a nap. Jack was sitting in the living room with her dad when she awoke later and slowly made her way out of her bedroom. Though she brightened considerably when he rose to help her to the sofa, she knew an evening out would be impossible. Full of apologies, she told Jack she would make it up to him.

Jack smiled, his eyes full of secrets as he informed her, “There’s nothing to make up for; we’ll still have our date… right here.”

Her mother’s entrance at that point, and her agreement with Jack, told Sue something was up; but she couldn’t figure out exactly what it was. “Your father and I have always wanted to try out this restaurant when we were in town, and we thought we’d take Lucy tonight as a thank you for everything she did for us while you were in the hospital, dear.” She was standing next to Mr. Thomas and placed her hand on his shoulder as he smiled and nodded his agreement. It was a plausible story, though as she looked from her dad back to her mom, Sue still wasn’t sure she was buying it.

As the evening wore on, though, she relaxed and forgot about it. Jack made a light dinner after Lucy and Sue’s parents left, and they sat on the sofa to eat, the soft cushions much more comfortable than hard chairs for Sue. Setting their plates aside, he began to tell her of the plans he had originally made for the evening, how they would have dressed up and gone out for an elegant dinner with dancing afterward.

Sue glanced at the stereo system and then back to Jack, an arch in her brow and a small smile on her face. “Would you like to dance?” Jack asked, clearly pleased that they could still enjoy some of his plan. At her nod, he rose and walked over to find something soft and slow. She watched as he picked up a CD and read the cover; since he was standing in the shadows, it wasn’t possible for Sue to see what he was selecting. When he turned, he saw her curiosity and smiled, taking her hand and leading her to an open space near the window. “I’m not very familiar with Josh Groban,” he told her with a light shrug, “but I didn’t think I could go wrong with a song titled, ‘When You Say You Love Me.’”

Her face lit up with pleasure as she stepped into his arms. “I love that song! Lucy told me about it when she got the CD.” She met his eyes as they began to slowly move with the music. “Listen to the words, Jack,” she said softly. She saw the flicker in his eyes when he heard the opening phrase…Like the sound of silence calling I hear your voice and suddenly I’m falling, lost in a dream… His gaze came to rest on hers and she saw the words long imprinted on her heart reflected in his eyes. Like the echoes of our souls are meeting you say those words, my heart stops beating… The world outside narrowed and faded until there was only the two of them moving together to the slow rhythm. …at times I can’t move; at times I can hardly breathe…

There was a brief pause at the end of the verse and Jack brushed her lips with a light kiss. Drawing her closer, he picked up the beat again and she followed his lead effortlessly. When you say you love me the world goes still, so still, inside and when you say you love me, for a moment, there’s no one else alive. He shook his head in wonderment as he whispered, “This song could have been written for us,” and she simply smiled in response. You’re the one I’ve always thought of. I don’t know how but I feel sheltered in your love; you’re where I belong… He drew her hand to his lips for a kiss before tucking it against his heart. And when you’re with me, if I close my eyes, there are times I swear I feel like I can fly… The music swelled and she laid her head against his shoulder as they continued to dance, moving ever closer.

He paused again with the music, and smiled when Sue looked up at him before easing her back into the rhythm. When you say you love me… With her fitting so perfectly in his arms and the words of the song echoing in his heart, the moment had become absolute perfection. And this journey that we’re on, how far we’ve come and I celebrate every moment. When you say you love me, that’s all you have to say; I’ll always feel this way. A building and crescendo in the orchestrations told him the song would be ending soon, and he felt his pulse quicken with the knowledge of what would follow. …in that moment, I know why I’m alive… When you say you love me, do you know how I love you?

As the last strains of the song faded away, he tipped her chin up for a tender kiss. Wordlessly, he took her hands in his and knelt in front of her, holding her startled gaze with eyes full of love. “I had this part of the evening planned out too. It was going to be in sign, but instead of meeting the person who was going to help me learn it properly, I had somewhere more important to be this week. But whether I say it in sign, speak it out loud, or even finger-spell it to you, the question would be the same: Sue Thomas, will you marry me?”

Tears filled her eyes as she sank to her knees in front of him. “Yes,” she whispered tremulously. He drew her into his arms and lowered his lips to hers with a kiss that sealed their promise. Several minutes passed before they parted, and he held her close as she leaned against him, a little breathless, savoring the joy of the moment. Remembering her injuries, he helped her back to the couch and sat beside her, reaching for the velvet box he had tucked out of sight earlier in the evening. A tear slipped from her eye when he slid the ring on her finger and she gazed at it in wonder. “It’s beautiful, Jack,” she told him in a voice barely above a whisper, the delicate and intricate setting of diamond and gold sparkling against her soft skin.

Raising her eyes, she found he wasn’t looking at the ring, but at her. “It’s not as beautiful as you.”

Tears shimmered in her eyes as she raised her hand to his cheek and leaned closer to kiss him softly. “I love you so much.”

“And I love you,” he replied, capturing her lips again and wrapping her in his arms as she nestled against him, her cheek resting above his heart. And this journey that we’re on… The lyrics of the song echoed in his thoughts as he sighed contentedly. It had been an amazing journey to this point, and he had no doubt it would continue to be for the rest of their lives. And even though they never knew what the next day would bring, with Sue by his side, he intended to cherish every moment of it.

Epilogue

Lucy stood to the side watching her best friend move from table to table with her new husband, greeting each of the guests who were sharing their special day. Sue was radiant in her ivory gown and Jack had never looked more handsome. Side-by-side, they exchanged laughs and hugs with friends and family, holding hands as they shared tender looks and happy smiles. The spring wedding had been perfect, a quiet but beautiful reflection of them and the merging of their worlds. They had signed and spoken their vows, and all eyes had been on an interpreter from Sue’s church as a lovely wedding song was sung, the beauty of the visual language conveying the deep emotion of the words and touching the hearts of everyone in attendance.

As wonderful as the day had been, Lucy couldn’t help but think back to the events of the evening before. The wedding rehearsal had been full of the frivolity typical of all their friends when they had time to relax and enjoy each other, and the dinner that followed had been a lighthearted and entertaining continuation of the evening. After the meal, wineglasses had been refilled and everyone took turns making toasts to the happy couple. Whether by chance or design, Myles was the last one to stand and raise his glass; only, instead of raising his glass, he reached under the table for a tasteful gift bag and pulled out a book.

Everyone watched him curiously as he gently traced the embossed letters on the cover, gathering his thoughts. He smiled then, and looked around at his friends. “Rather than give a toast this evening, which I can assure you would only serve to echo most of the heartfelt sentiments already shared here, I have a gift that I would like to present to Sue, and to Jack. Most of you will remember Nora Albright, and the… project… we attempted to work on together some time ago.” He paused with an abashed smile as laughter rippled through the gathering. “What you may not have known is that we have become good friends over the past year and half… nothing more…” he added quickly, noting the speculative expressions on some of the faces in the room.

Clearing his throat, he looked down again at the book before continuing. “I told Nora about the story Sue’s friend Julia had written, and shared her manuscript and notes with her.” At this news, Sue sat forward and threw a questioning look at Lucy, who simply smiled and turned her attention back to Myles. “We… secured the permission of Julia’s family, and Nora graciously took over the task of completing Julia’s project.” He paused and smiled at the news he was about to impart, the pitch of his voice dropping a notch as he continued. “The book will be in the stores late this summer, but I have an advance copy that has been created especially for you.” He stopped at Sue’s gasp and saw tears fill her eyes as Jack slipped an arm around her, his own expression full of surprise.

Myles opened the front cover of the book. “With Lucy’s help, I would like to read to you the ‘Forward’ that Nora wrote for the book.” He smiled at Lucy, who nodded and turned to face Sue. As Myles’ rich baritone gave voice to the words Nora had written, Lucy’s hands created pictures that shared the warmth and admiration of her sentiments.

I never had the privilege of meeting the talented young woman who wrote this story; but she had an admirable dream, and friends who cared enough to make sure that dream didn’t die even though her life was cut tragically short. When they approached me for help, I admit to being very unsure, having had a less than desirable experience with collaboration. Yet, upon reading her manuscript as it stood when she died and the notes she left behind, I found the story writing itself with me merely serving as the scribe holding the pen. Julia had planned a sequel to her book, and from her notes and the memories shared by another special woman who understood her vision, I found a way to create an epilogue that finished her characters’ story. It is my hope that she would find it a worthy ending to her magnificent saga and forgive any license I may have taken. With all of that shared, it is now my distinct honor to present to you Julia Morrison’s compelling novel, Darkest Before the Dawn.

When Myles finished reading, he closed the book and walked around the table to present it to Sue and Jack. Tears were streaming down Sue’s face as she hugged him tightly, signing thank you to him as he handed her the hand-bound volume. As Myles had done, she gently traced the words on the cover while Jack offered his thanks to Myles with a firm handshake. “Myles,” Sue said in an emotion-choked voice, holding the book tightly against her. “This means so much. I will cherish it forever.”

Myles’ smile was warm as he regarded the young woman he had come to admire and consider a friend after such a difficult start to their relationship. “I could tell when you spoke of her that she was a remarkable woman; and when I read her manuscript, I couldn’t help but feel it deserved to be shared with others. After talking to Nora, I enlisted Lucy’s help, and the timing for this couldn’t have been more perfect.”

At the mention of her best friend’s name, Sue turned to Lucy, who stood and walked over. Giving her a hug, Sue thanked her, and signed quickly, You’ll have to tell me more later, to which Lucy laughed lightly and nodded. They did talk more late into the night, as excitement and nervousness over the next day kept Sue awake. She had been pleased to learn that Julia’s mother had designated a portion of the proceeds from the book to be used to set up a writer’s online forum that would offer the opportunity for interaction between writers at different levels, to build mentoring relationships as well as friendships. It was an idea her mother had found in her diary when she and Julia’s brother had come to DC to pack up her belongings. While not a traditional wedding present by any means, Myles’ gift had been one of the most touching they had received, providing a greater sense of closure to an event that had been very painful for Sue. And while Lucy may have had her share of problems with Myles in the past, she had been very happy to be included when he told her his plan, and working together they had also found a way to finally forge a new friendship.

Her attention coming back to the present, Lucy watched Tara and Stanley dancing together. Their love had only grown in the months since the terrorist plot that nearly took both of their lives. Stanley had struggled at first, dealing with the psychological and emotional impact of the torture he had endured. But Tara had remained his constant support, all the while fighting her own battles with rehabilitation. And in the end, they had both returned to their jobs and, as much as possible, put those dark days behind them. Just a week before Jack and Sue’s wedding, Stanley had proposed; and watching them together, Lucy was pretty sure they were imagining their first dance at their own wedding as they slowly circled the floor.

Lucy turned her head to see Jack and Sue talking to Bobby and Darcy. The spunky journalist had given the tall Aussie a run for his money when they first met, and still kept him on his toes; but everyone could see the light she brought to his life. And he enjoyed romancing her with flowers and candlelit dinners when their hectic schedules permitted. If they ever decided to get married, Lucy had a feeling it would be a spur-of-the-moment trip to Vegas. She could all too easily picture in her mind Bobby giving tips to the Elvis impersonator officiating! Bobby had enjoyed playing the role of best man for Jack, but had mentioned several times that he never wanted to go through the ordeal of a huge church wedding. Thankfully, Darcy never heard him make that comment; though she did say at the shower they threw for Sue that she favored eloping, since she didn’t have any family to speak of. In Lucy’s mind, it seemed the perfect solution, and they were a wonderful match.

Hearing a hearty laugh, she looked the other way to see Dimitrius and Donna sitting at a table with Myles and Nora, whom, at Sue’s urging, he had brought as his date. Her grandmother was also at the table, most likely telling stories about my childhood if the expressions on their faces are any indication, Lucy thought with a grimace. She watched as D rose and offered his hand to his wife with a loving smile, one that was reflected in her eyes as she followed him onto the dance floor. Whatever problems they may have had seemed to have been resolved. Lately, D was happier than they had ever seen him around the office; and when Donna had come to take him to lunch two weeks earlier, they had left the Bullpen holding hands and smiling like two teenagers in love. It was heartwarming to see romance still very much alive in a marriage of over fifteen years.

She was considering heading over to the table to rescue her reputation when she felt a gentle hand on her shoulder. Turning, her eyes lit up as her date asked her to dance. Following him onto the dance floor, she noticed Sue watching and shared a smile with her beaming friend. Allen was the coordinator of the volunteer program at the hospital where Sue had recuperated from her injuries; and while talking one afternoon, Annette had told Lucy about the program and their need for volunteers. Her grandmother’s advice echoing in her mind, Lucy had met with Allen and been pleased to discover that she could be involved even though her schedule was uncertain due to their caseload. There was always a need to be filled whenever she had the time to be there, whether it be reading to an elderly patient, rocking a baby, or holding the hand of a relative waiting all alone for a loved one to come through surgery. Several times, after a long evening, she and Allen had gone for a cup of coffee or a late dinner, and over the months a warm friendship had developed.

She had met several of the other volunteers and made friends with them as well, but somehow it was different with Allen. It was too soon to really consider that he could be “the one” for her, but she had to admit, there was an attraction and he had become a friend she enjoyed spending time with in many different settings. He had even helped when he learned she was looking for someone to take Sue’s place at the apartment; his sister’s best friend was moving to Washington to work in a Senator’s office and he arranged for them to meet. Sarah was very different from Sue, but she and Lucy had discussed it at length and felt the arrangement could work; she would be arriving a week or so after the wedding.

So much has changed, and yet many things are still the same, Lucy thought as Allen’s arm tightened around her, pulling her just a little closer. As her grandmother had promised, her life had become a little fuller and richer when she began stepping out in faith. Opening her heart had made her vulnerable, and there had been pain, but there was also happiness and fulfillment. And no longer was she saddened by the longings of her heart. Winter had been a difficult time in her life, but looking back from this side of the storm she could see it really was as Julia had written… it always was darkest before the dawn.


THE END

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