The Waitng Game
by Sara

"What, I can't just make a friendly little visit?" Keisha asked, following Rita out to the coffee pot. Rita just shook her head and smiled. Keisha smiled back and continued. "I did your autopsies for you. All three were killed from a single shot from a .32, point blank, all from the same gun. I think the two guards must have been asleep not to hear anyone coming up on them. It looks like Quinn tired to get away, but didn't move fast enough. He must have tried to put up a fight, his cheek was swollen, like someone punched him right before he killed him. Other then that there's nothing, no other wounds, no scratches, no skin under the finger nails."

"Thanks Keisha," Rita said, sitting back down at her desk and yawning.

"Are you sure that it was Kristen who kept you up last night?" Keisha asked.

Rita looked at her and said, "Yes, I'm sure. Trust me, nothing has happened since Chris came back, and I mean nothing."

"Nothing?" Keisha asked, unbelieving.

"Nothing," Rita said.

"Well, can I make something up then? Ever since you two got married everyone has been asking me about your activities. They've been bothering me since Chris came back and I have nothing to tell them. I hate to disappoint them all, you know."

Rita looked at her, slightly surprised. "Who asks you about us?"

"Everybody does. Vice, traffic cops, the desk sergeants, the guys down in records, even the custodians ask sometimes," Keisha said matter-of-factly.

"And you tell them what, exactly?" Rita asked, suddenly feeling very awake.

"Not everything, just some of the good stories. Like remember the time you guys went to Miami to testify on the Jackson trial? Everyone liked that story."

"Keisha!! What is wrong with you?. No wonder everyone looked at me funny for two weeks after we got back. Why would you tell people about that? I told you that in confidence," Rita said, slightly hurt but still a little amused that the entire department was interested.

"Don't worry, I don't tell them everything. And I was embellishing a little," Keisha said with a smile.

"Chris will appreciate that, I'm sure," Rita said, now smiling herself.

"What will I appreciate?" Chris asked, walking into the room.

"Um, Keisha just came by to give us the autopsy results," Rita replied with a very distressed look on her face.

"Yeah, I gave them to Rita, she'll fill you in. I have to go. See ya later guys," she said, leaving the room as quickly as possible.

Chris watched Keisha leave and then turned to Rita. He started walking toward her desk and asked, very suspiciously "What were you two talking about?"

"Nothing. The autopsies. That's all," Rita answered, trying to avoid looking directly at him

"Uh huh. Do you really expect me to believe that?" he said before he was interrupted by the ringing of the phone.

Rita picked it up, anxious to avoid his questions. "Lieutenant Lance. Hi Kyle." she replied smiling at Chris. "You did? Okay, we'll be there in ten minutes." She hung up the phone and looked at Chris. "They got a lead on Fernandez. A couple of kids down by the water recognized his picture."

"Well then, let's go."

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When they got down to the water Kyle and Elizabeth were waiting for them. "Where are the kids?" Rita asked, noticing that they were alone.

"We told them they could go," Kyle said, "They didn't know much and we got their names and addresses in case you wanted to talk to them."

Rita looked at him, quite surprised, why would they let them go? "Well, exactly what did they know?" Rita asked, irritated that they had driven all the way down there to talk to Kyle and not an actual witness.

"They said they saw him yesterday around four. He was just going through, they said. He didn't get off a boat and he didn't get on a boat. He came from over there," he said, pointing to bait and tackle shop, "and went in that direction," he said, pointing toward an old marina. "He didn't go in the marina. He went past it, but they didn't follow him. The only reason they noticed him at all was because he didn't look like he belonged here. He was still wearing the suit he had on when he shot Quinn."

"We called a team to come down and look around but I don't thing we'll find anything. The tide has already been in and out since they saw him," Elizabeth finished.

"All right. Good job guys. Next time though, don't let a witness go until we get here. Okay?" Chris asked, also annoyed at their lack of judgment.

"Sure thing Lieutenant," Kyle responded with a smile.

They waited for the other officers to search the area and weren't surprised when they turned up nothing. They went back to the shop and spent the rest of day going through his phone records and credit card records. They still had nothing. Kyle and Elizabeth didn't find anything else and the team outside Perez's house hadn't seen anything suspicious in two days. They were both getting very frustrated with the lack of leads but kept telling themselves that it was still early in the investigation.

Dana and her partner, who now insisted on being called Tony, had called around one asking if they had found anything. When they had answered in the negative, it was obvious that they too were very disappointed. They had promised to stay out of the investigation, but if Chris and Rita didn't get something soon, they knew the FBI would be all over them.

It was with these thoughts that they left the office for the day, early, and determined to get some sleep. It didn't work out as they had planned though. Kristen didn't sleep the entire night and they got no sleep either. So when they got to the shop the next day they were even more irritable then they had been the previous day. And the direction the investigation was going did nothing to calm them down.

They got nothing from the surveillance team. They got nothing from Kyle and Elizabeth. They got nothing from his records. Dana and Tony didn't call, but made a personal appearance and were disappointed yet again to learn that there was not much new information. Chris had managed to track down Mateo's mother who lived in Wellington, a town about twenty miles outside of Palm Beach. When he told the two agents this, Tony insisted that he and Dana come along to the questioning. Not wanting to have to deal with those two for any longer than necessary, Rita suggested that they go and talk to Perez instead. Chris and Rita hadn't gotten anything out of him, but maybe the FBI could. They had reluctantly agreed and had gone over to West Palm to chat with the drug dealer. Chris and Rita set out for Wellington, by themselves.

When they found the house that his mother lived in they were taken slightly aback. It was a quaint little house, with a white picket fence and everything. It was not exactly the kind of house you picture a cold blooded killer growing up in. Chris knocked on the door and a pleasant old woman opened the door. "Yes?" she asked, very politely.

"Hi. I'm Lieutenant Lance and this is my partner Lieutenant Lorenzo," Rita said as they showed her their badges. "We're from Palm Beach. We'd like to ask you a few questions about your son."

"Oh my. What has Mateo done now?" she asked. It was obvious that they were not the first cops to show up at her door.

"He killed three people," Chris said, not trying to soften the blow at all. The poor old lady just stood there, not so much in shock as she was upset.

"How could he do this again? It's times like this that I realize I did the right thing by throwing him out," she said, talking more to herself then to Chris and Rita.

"May we come in?" Rita asked.

"Oh yes, of course. Where are my manners. Please come in." She held the door open for them and led them into the living room. "Can I get you anything to drink?"

"No, ma'am. When was the last time you saw Mateo?" Chris asked.

"I haven't seen him in five years. I went to the sentencing for his last breaking and entering charge. It wasn't the first time he'd been in trouble. He's been in and out of prison since he was thirteen. I kicked him out of the house when he was eighteen, I couldn't do it before then. I always went to the trials and the sentencing though, I always thought that maybe it would be the last time, that maybe he would change. He never did and I finally decided that I wouldn't put myself through watching him in court anymore," she explained. She was not upset and it was obvious that she had told this story many times before.

Chris and Rita looked at each other, not sure how to proceed. Finally, Rita spoke up. "Do you know anything about Carlos Perez?"

"Oh yes. He's Mateo's boss. Or at least he was the last time I heard. He recruited Mateo when he was seventeen. When I kicked him out, he went to live with Carlos. That man is pure evil. He's the one who has always gotten Mateo in trouble, but he's also the one who always gets Mateo out of trouble. I still wonder where I went wrong. I tried to be a good mother and this is how he repays me," she shook her head and paused for a minute before she continued. "Is there anything else I can help you with? I haven't seen him and if he tries to contact me I will be glad to give you call. I want nothing to do with him, he's caused me enough pain for two lifetimes."

"No, I think that's it," Chris said, standing up and handing her his card. "If you think of anything else or if he does try to contact you, call us."

"Thank you very much for your help," Rita said, also standing.

They left the house and drove back to Palm Beach, where they found a message from Dana and Tony. They too had gotten nothing out of Perez, but they would appreciate knowing what happened in Wellington. Chris called Tony and told him that they had gotten nothing and Tony insisted that they meet first thing the next morning to discuss what they were going to do. They spent the rest of the day doing paperwork and went home promptly at five.

"What do you want for dinner?" Rita asked as they got into the car to go and pick up Kristen.

"I don't care. All I want is sleep," Chris answered.

"I know what you mean," Rita said, rubbing his shoulder. "You know, this lack of sleep shouldn't bother us this much. Remember undercover work? We would get two or three hours of sleep every night for a week and we'd be fine."

"That's true. But we haven't done any undercover work like that for at least two years. Plus, we only did that every once and a while. We've been getting no sleep now for eleven months," he said, looking very distraught.

"You poor baby," Rita said, with a hint of sympathy. "Don't worry though, she has to sleep eventually. And she's usually pretty good at sleeping through the night, it's just been the past two nights that she's been waking up. Maybe we'll get lucky tonight and she'll sleep."

"I hope so," he said, and glancing quickly at Rita he added, "And do you have any idea how long it's been since we made love?"

Rita smiled at him, "Yeah, I do. Its been eleven days, ten nights. But for seven of those nights, you weren't around. And the last three nights we've both been too tired."

"It's still been too long," Chris said.

"I know, Sam. We'll just have to make up for it tonight," Rita suggested.

"That's the best idea I've heard all day," Chris said, now smiling.

"Now all we have to do is make sure we get Kristen to sleep," Rita reminded him.

"Oh yeah, I forgot about that part," Chris said, as they pulled up to the day care. They went in, got Kristen and stopped to talk to her supervisor, Miss Kristy.

"She should be really tired tonight. I think she only slept for about two hours today, and she just woke up about thirty minutes ago."

Chris and Rita looked at each other and smiled, there was justice after all.

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They finally decided on Chinese at seven o'clock and while they were waiting for the take out guy to deliver it, Kristen had fallen back asleep and they had put her to bed. "How long do you think she'll sleep for?" Chris asked, still a little skeptical that their luck could be this good.

Rita kissed Kristen good night and turned to her husband, who was right behind her. "Well, we all ready fed her, so she won't be hungry. Maybe Miss Kristy was right, if she only slept for a few hours today, she should sleep all night."

"I certainly hope so," Chris said, leaning in for a kiss. She kissed him back, suddenly realizing how long it had really been.

After a minute though, she pulled away. "We have to eat dinner first," she said and he looked at her suspiciously. "You know, to build up our strength," she explained smiling broadly.

Chris, however, wasn't convinced. "Do we have to?" he asked with a puppy dog look on his face. Without waiting for an answer, he started kissing her again.

This time she decided not to resist. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back, forcefully. "Do you think we should go some where else?" she managed to ask without her lips ever breaking contact with his.

He looked around them quickly and suddenly realized that they were still in Kristen's room. "Yeah, I guess we should," he said, "but no place too far away." He immediately started kissing her again, this time on her neck.

She closed her eyes, fully enjoying the feel of his lips on her neck, trying desperately to concentrate on getting out of the room, but failing at it miserably. "Um, is the bedroom too far away?" she asked, knowing that is was just across the hall, but not knowing if they could make it that far.

Without responding, he started pulling her toward the door and into the hall. Rita closed the door to Kristen's room behind them and Chris pushed her up against it, his hands all over her. He ran his hands under her blouse and up and down her back, working his way toward her bra. She pulled his shirt out of his pants and was in the process of unbuttoning it when she heard the sound of the doorbell. Not sure if she was just imagining it, she deiced to ignore it and focused instead on Chris finally getting under her bra. She moaned with pure pleasure and pulled his shirt off. Then she heard the doorbell again.

Enjoying herself way too much, she decided again to ignore it. She ran her hands around his waist, on the inside of pants and started unbuckling his belt as soon as she got to the front. She pushed Chris in the general direction of the bedroom as he started unbuttoning her blouse, softly kissing the skin that was exposed as he undid each button. Just as they finally made it into the bedroom, the door bell rang again and Rita couldn't ignore it.

"Sam?" she asked breathlessly, still trying to get his pants off.

"What?" he managed to whisper, enjoying every thing she was doing to him.

"There's some one at the door," she said, immediately regretting that she had said it. She went back to kissing him, and, at the same time, succeeded in getting his pants off.

She didn't get the response she had expected though. Chris stopped and looked at her. "What?" he asked, just as the doorbell rang again, for the forth time. This time it was also accompanied by a loud pounding on the door. Finally hearing what Rita had been hearing for the last five minutes, he groaned. "It's the take out guy, isn't it?"

"Probably," she said, sounding very apologetic. Chris looked at her, obviously frustrated, but also unbelieving. "I'll get it, you go and get into bed and I'll get rid of him," Rita said, desperate to get back to what they had just been doing.

Chris looked at her. "Okay, just hurry," he said, going back to her neck.

She smiled and pulled away, "Okay." They kissed again, and fought the urge to keep kissing. "One second, I'll be right back. Just don't fall asleep," she said, only half joking. She kissed him again quickly and then, without waiting for an answer, she ran toward the door, buttoning her blouse as she went.

She opened the door, and found a very irritated young boy from Fat Woa's standing in the hall way. "Did you order Kung Pao Chicken and Shrimp Fried Rice?" he asked.

"Yes we did," Rita responded, almost out of breath. "How much?" she asked, taking the food from the boy.

"$10.75," he said shortly.

Rita found her wallet and gave the kid a twenty. "Here you go, keep the change. Sorry about the wait." She proceeded to close the door in his face.

When he saw what she had given him, his mood got much better. "Hey, thanks lady. No prob..." he said, but noticed the door had already been closed. He shrugged and walked away.

Rita threw the food on the kitchen counter and went back to the bedroom, where Chris was waiting. "Did you get rid of him?" Chris asked cautiously, sitting up on the edge of the bed to watch her.

"Of course," she said smiling. She started walking toward him, slowly unbuttoning her blouse. "And you know," she continued, "He was very rude to me." She pulled her blouse off and climbed onto the bed, straddling Chris' lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck while he wrapped his arms around her waist and started rubbing her back.

"He was?" he asked, as he unhooked her bra.

"Uh huh." she confirmed.

"Well, remind me to complain later," he said, lying down and pulling her down on top of him. They were locked in a passionate kiss, as he got her bra off and started on her skirt. She slowly ran her hands down his sides, and into his boxers.

That's when the phone rang. Chris groaned. "You've got to be kidding me," he said. He stopped what he was doing and tried to get up but Rita pushed him back down.

"Let it ring. Let the machine get it," she said, and went back to kissing him. Chris gave in momentarily and kissed her back before realizing his mistake.

"We can't do that, Sam," he said.

"Why not?" Rita asked, moving to his neck.

"Because I didn't turn the machine on," he said, wanting to shoot himself. "And besides, it might be work." He looked at her, his face full of apology and regret. She looked back at him and sighed, obviously disappointed. She sat up and let him do the same. He reached for the phone, breathing a little harder then usual. "Yeah, Lorenzo. And this better be important," he practically growled into the phone.

There was a slight pause on the end while the caller decided what to say. "Um, Lieutenant? This is Kyle. We, uh, found Fernandez."

Chris tried desperately to concentrate on what he was being told, but found that to be very difficult with Rita sitting right in front of him. "You what? Where?" Sensing that she was distracting him, Rita tried to move off Chris' lap, but he held onto her, wrapping his free arm around her waist. She looked at him, slightly confused, but after noticing the pleading look in his eyes, she smiled at him. He smiled back. "Kyle, are you still there? What happened?"

Sensing that he had better hurry up and explain why he had interrupted what ever it was he had interrupted, Kyle continued with his explanation, "Well, he was at a convenience store down by the water when a guy walked in and held up the store. Fernandez tried to escape and the guy shot him. He still managed to get out but the guy who was working recognized him from the picture we showed him yesterday." He finished and waited for a response.

Chris sighed, "Okay, I'll be there as soon as I can. What's the address?"

"Uh, its on the corner of Palm and Marina Park."

Okay, got it. And Kyle, this time, don't let the witnesses leave until after I talk to them."

"Sure thing, Lieutenant."

Chris hung up and looked at Rita. "I got to go. They got a lead on Fernandez, some guy trying to hold up a convenience store shot him."

Rita laughed, "Why couldn't he wait until tomorrow to rob a store?"

Chris smiled. "We're just lucky, I guess." He pulled her close to him and gave her a kiss.

Rita put her arms around his neck and allowed herself to enjoy it. She pulled away after a minute. "You better leave while you still can."

"All right, I'm going," he said, reluctantly. She slid off his lap and he stood up to get dressed. She got up too and found a robe to put on. When he finished getting dressed, he turned back to Rita, who was now sitting on the bed. "I'll be back as soon as I can."

She smiled, showing him she understood. "Okay." He bent down to kiss her one more time and then he left.

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"What do we got, guys?" Chris asked as he approached his detectives.

Elizabeth spoke up first. "Well, he got away. He had a car nearby and if he hadn't we would have him. According to the guy who was working, his name's David Skinner by the way, Fernandez got shot twice. Once in the chest and once in the leg."

"Then how did he get away at all?" Chris asked.

This time it was Kyle who fielded the question. "Skinner says that when the would be robber, Alex Kelly, fired at Fernandez, he noticed that Kelly had turned away from him so he tried to tackle him. So Kelly tried to shoot at Skinner, they fought briefly and Skinner won, but by the time it was over, Fernandez was gone."

"Who called the cops?"

Kyle continued. "Skinner called them as soon as Fernandez walked into the store. He recognized his face from the picture. He called downtown and they called us. Well, actually they called you first but you didn't answer the phone. We got here as soon as we could."

"But by the time we got here Fernandez was gone and Kelly was unconscious," Elizabeth finished.

"Unconscious?" Chris asked, while trying to figure out if he remembered the phone ringing before he got Kyle's call. He didn't think it had.

"Yeah, Skinner knocked him out cold. He says he's been taking self defense and kick boxing since he started working nights. This is the third time in six months that this store has been robbed."

"They took him to the hospital but he should be okay. Do you want to talk to Skinner?" Kyle asked.

"Yeah, I do. Where is he?" Chris asked. The entire time they had been talking, they had been walking around the inside and the outside of the store. There was a trail of blood leading out the front door and into the parking lot. Other then that, there was no sign of Fernandez. There were no tire tracks and he didn't leave anything behind. They walked over to Skinner.

Kyle made the introduction. "David Skinner, Lieutenant Lorenzo."

"Sergeant Brown tells me that recognized Fernandez immediately and called the cops. When did you first see him?" Chris asked.

"I saw him when he got out of his car. I thought he looked familiar and when he came inside, I remembered that he was the man that they showed me yesterday," Skinner answered, clearly uncomfortable answering questions.

"Do you remember anything about the car? What he was wearing? Anything like that?" Chris asked.

"He was wearing jeans and a tee shirt, that's all I remember. And the car was blue, kind of new, but I don't know what kind it was. That's all I remember, it all happened really fast," he looked around nervously.

"You have security cameras, don't you?"

"Yeah we do. One covers the check out counter, one covers the back. You can look at them if you want," his words got softer as he finished his sentence.

Chris looked at him. "Is there something you're not telling me, Mr. Skinner?"

"No, no of course not. It's just, well... I'm not going to get in trouble for knocking that guy out am I? It was self defense," he said, sounding really nervous. "I never thought that I'd hurt him that bad."

"I don't think we'll press charges. Now, can I see those tapes?" Chris asked.

They went into the back room and watched the tapes. There was nothing unusual about them, everything happened exactly as Skinner had said. So, now they had nothing, again. Realizing this almost immediately, Chris turned to Skinner, "Thank you very much for your help. We don't need anything else right now, but we may have to talk to you later. And we'll need to keep these, at least for a few days," he said, indicating the tapes.

Skinner nodded and left, Elizabeth went with him, followed by Kyle. Just as Chris was about to leave too, he noticed something on the tape. "Kyle come here. Look at that," he said pointing. There was an angled shot of the car Fernandez was in backing out of its space in front of the store. The picture was not very clear, and it was only a partial shot of the car, but Chris thought he could make out the plate.

"What? I don't see anything," Kyle said, looking at the screen.

"The plate, I can see part of it. We need to get this enhanced," he said quickly. He pulled out the tape and left the store, with Kyle following close behind.

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All three of them went back to the station and woke up one of the techs. They had the image of the plates enhanced and while they only got a partial, it was all they needed. They ran what they had: the first three letters of the plates on a newer, blue car. They got back fifty matches, but one of them belonged to none other then Mrs. Fernandez.

"Unbelievable," said Kyle, in total shock, "that old lady lied to you. When do you think she saw him, it couldn't have been too long ago or he would have been long gone by now."

Chris shook his head in disbelief, "We'll worry about that later. Right now, we have to find her son. Let's drive up to Wellington and talk to her again maybe we can get her to talk. If not, we'll bring her back here."

"I don't think that will be necessary, Lieutenant," Elizabeth said, hanging up her cell phone. "That was the team at the store. We had them search the area and they found the car in a ditch, with Fernandez inside."

"Is he alive?" Chris asked.

"No. He was apparently unconscious when the car drove off the edge, he hit his head pretty bad and the gun shots would probably have been fatal anyway. Case closed on the Thomas Quinn homicide."

They drove back to the store just in time to see Fernandez' body get pulled from the car. Chris signed off on the body and the coroner drove away.

"This is just great. I work an entire week to find Quinn and get him talking and the day I get back, he gets killed. Now the person who killed him is dead too. And there will never be a conviction for Perez, he's too careful and besides, I'm sure that will be FBI territory as soon as they find out that our only connection to the case is dead," said Chris, obviously upset by this turn of events.

"Well, look on the bright side Lieutenant, now you can go home and get back to doing what ever it was you were doing when I called," Kyle said, smiling.

Chris looked at him, unsure if Kyle knew what it was he had interrupted, but he couldn't tell. "I'm leaving, we'll finish this stuff up in the morning."

"Sure thing Lieutenant," Kyle confirmed with a nod.

Chris walked away, leaving his newest detectives to watch as the car was pulled out of the ditch and the last of the officers left the scene.

"So what exactly did you interrupt?" Elizabeth asked.

"What do you think? Have you ever talked to Keisha about the Lieutenant and, well, the other Lieutenant? They never stop, the stories about them are unbelievable," Kyle started as they walked back to their cars.

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By the time Chris got home it was well after midnight, and, as expected, Rita was sound asleep. Disappointed at the nights events, but too tired to care, he went to bed and fell asleep quickly.

He woke up the next morning to the sound of water running in the shower. As he slowly woke him self up, he realized what it was and sat up, a devilish smile on his face. He got out of bed and proceeded into the bathroom. Just as he got there, Rita turned the water off, stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around herself, with her back to Chris.

"Oh, Sam. Couldn't you have stayed in there for one more minute?" he asked, with that same, sad puppy dog look on his face.

She turned around to look at him and tried to keep herself from laughing at the pleading look in his eyes. "I'm sorry," she said, walking toward him, "I thought you were still asleep." She put her arms around his waist and leaned up to kiss him. "What time did you get back last night? I stayed up as long as I could."

"It was some time after midnight," he said, playing with the edge of her towel and looking down at it longingly.

She smiled at him, "Don't start that now, we have to go to work. We still have a killer to catch, or did you get him last night?" she asked hopefully.

"Well, we sort of got him. He's dead. He drove off the side of the road after he got shot twice. And get this, his mother lied to us, she was helping him out, he was in her car," he replied, looking back up at her face. He paused a moment and looked back down at the towel before he continued, "So since we don't have a killer to catch, we don't have to go to work just yet." He proceeded to take the towel off of her but before he got very far, she grabbed his hands.

"Wait a second, how do you know she was helping him out, maybe he stole the car," she said, trying to ignore the way his amazingly blue eyes seemed to stare right through her. She wanted more than anything to just finally give in to him, but fought the urge and managed to stay in control. "Sam, how do you know she was helping him?" she insisted.

He looked away from her and sighed. "I don't know that she was helping him, but I assume she was. It wasn't in the driveway when we went to see her yesterday. She didn't report the car stolen and its the only one she has registered in her name. And think about it, didn't she seem just a little too eager to help us? And she had the right answer for everything, her story was well rehearsed," he explained to Rita, looking back down at her chest.

She smiled at him and shook her head, "Okay, I believe you." He smiled. "But we still have to go to work on time. Lots of paper work to do, you know." She took his hands off the towel and walked away.

He watched her walk into the bedroom and sighed. "Sam, you are so mean to me."

"Yeah, I know, but you'll live."

"Don't count on that. At least, not for too much longer."

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They managed to get to work on time, much to Chris' dismay, and wrapped up the case on Quinn and Fernandez. They started all the paperwork and reports, and made a few phone calls. The first was to Mrs. Fernandez who confirmed what Chris all ready knew. She had helped her son, what mother wouldn't? He had managed get out of Palm Beach and went t oWellington. He had come to see her about twenty minutes before Chris and Rita had shown up the day before and had left with her car just as they has arrived. She explained that Mateo had promised to have the car returned to her as soon as possible. He told her that he had a few loose ends to tie up and then he was going to leave the country. It was the last time she saw him.

The next phone call was to Dana and Tony who had all ready heard what had happened to Fernandez. They explained that they all ready had another lead on Perez and his employees, this time it would be handled by their office. They thanked Chris and Rita for their help and promised to keep them up to date on the case. Dana asked Chris to keep in touch as well. "Yeah, right," thought Chris as he hung up the phone. He looked at his desk, still covered with files and unfinished reports, and sighed deeply. A week's worth of undercover work and all he had to show for it was a pile of paperwork.

Rita heard him sigh as she walked through the door. "What's wrong?" she asked, walking over to him and rubbing his shoulders.

 

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