"No. We haven't heard a word." Sam turned. "Where's Leslie?"

"She went to her old apartment to get some clothes. I think she needed some time alone. John-John Doe-was special. She took it very hard."

Sam sat up again. "What do you mean, old apartment?"

Casey smiled sheepishly.

Sam laughed quietly. "So Tori was right." She nudged Casey playfully. "Good for you."

"I like her a lot."

"And it's mutual?"

"Yes."

"Wonderful. Now I'll have someone to play with while you and Tori fish."

"Thanks, Sam. She's...well, I think she feels a little lost. And I imagine she's going to need someone to talk to."

"And maybe you underestimate her. Love is a very powerful thing, once you accept it.

Leslie seems very strong and level-headed to me. I don't think you need to worry about her adjusting, if that's what it is."

Casey smiled. "No, she's adjusted quite well. I just mean how to deal with coworkers, friends, family."

"I've found that people, as a rule, just want you to be happy. Now family-"

"Oh, that's right, you still haven't told yours."

Sam blushed slightly. "It's not something you casually mention in a phone call. And it's not like I've been to Denver to see them."

They both turned when the door opened. Leslie stood there, her eyes red and puffy.

Casey got up and went to her, pulling her into a hug. She didn't say anything. There was nothing to say.

Leslie squeezed her tight. "Thank you," she whispered.

Casey nodded and pulled away. "Come sit with Sam." She motioned to the window where Tori stood. "I need to go talk to her."

Leslie squeezed her arm affectionately. "Yes, go. I'm fine."

180.*Casey walked quietly over, standing next to Tori, staring out the same window, wondering if Tori saw anything or was simply lost in her own mind. She stood silently by her, letting Tori feel her presence. Finally, she nudged her shoulder gently.

"I love you, you know."

There was a moment of silence, then she heard Tori take a shaky breath. "It's my fault. I really fucked things up."

"No. I'm not going to let you bear the burden of this."

Tori turned away from the window, her eyes swimming in tears. "I'm sorry," she whispered.

Casey moved without thinking, pulling Tori into her arms and holding her tight. She'd never seen Tori cry before, never seen her break down. She doubted anyone had. Not like this, with deep sobs choking her throat. Casey didn't know what to say, so she said what she thought she'd want to hear if it were reversed.

"You did what you had to do. He had a knife. We all thought it was Patrick. Even if you knew it wasn't, you still had to take the shot. I'd have taken the shot too, Tori."

She felt Tori's grip loosen, felt her sobs subside. She finally pulled away.

"Thanks, O'Connor," she said as she wiped her eyes with both hands. "If you tell anyone about this, I'll kill you."

"It's between us."

Tori took a deep breath, then wiped her nose with her hand. "Sikes, man. I just can't believe it. He lost so much blood. I should have never sent him-"

"Stop it right now, Tori. Don't you start second-guessing. You can't control everything. You know that."

"They haven't told us a thing. I mean, what if he's brain-dead or something? Then that's my fault too. I kept him alive."

"Yeah. You kept him alive. That's all I'd ask for you to do for me." She met Tori's eyes. "The rest is up to him. He fell in love. He's got someone waiting for him. He'll fight."

Sam watched them, her eyes filling with tears. Tori was in pain and she wasn't reaching out for her. She was reaching out for Casey. She turned to Leslie.

"Casey's being the sister." She wiped at her eyes and smiled. "I love her, you know.

She's special."

"I think so."

181.*"Yeah. Look at her. She's trying to bring Tori back to me. Tori wasn't Tori there for a minute."

"It was...it was terrible, actually," Leslie said. "It all happened so fast. I saw what was happening and I couldn't respond fast enough. But Tori, it was like she processed everything in a millisecond and fired. Before I even realized what had happened, she was on John, trying to stop the bleeding."

Sam nodded. "She has a gift. She...she saved me once from a...a situation." Was situation a good word for rape, she wondered? But Tori burst through the door and in the blink of an eye, had taken out every one of them. It was a memory she tried to keep buried, but every so often, it reared its head. Like now. "It was before we were together, you know." She smiled. "We were on the verge of being together though.

Anyway, she's great in the field. She doesn't hesitate."

"Has there been any news about John?"

"None."

"What about his family?"

"Malone was calling them. They don't live locally, so I have no idea when they'll be here."

"What about this girl he's been seeing?"

"John Sikes has a girl?" Sam laughed quietly. "I don't think he's ever dated anyone twice."

"Yeah. They've been teasing him. Apparently, he's in love."

"We'll need to find out who it is. She'll want to know."

They both looked up as Tori and Casey walked closer. Sam sent a silent thank you to Casey, then stood, moving into Tori's arms.

"I love you," she murmured into Tori's ear.

"I'm sorry. I lost it. And I didn't want you to see me that way."

"I told you a long time ago that you can't be strong all the time. Let me be strong for you sometimes." She pulled out of her arms and looked at Casey. "But it's a sister thing, right?"

Tori smiled. "Yeah. If I had a sister, I'd want her to be like you, O'Connor."

Sam was surprised at the emotion that crossed Casey's face, surprised at the misting of tears in her eyes. She sometimes forgot that Casey had no family.

182.*"Thanks, Hunter." She cleared her throat. "Make me cry in front of Leslie, why don't you?"

They laughed quietly. The kind of laugh to ease tensions, to lessen the strain of the situation of being in a hospital waiting room...waiting.

Chapter Forty-One.

"So you weren't lying when you said you could cook."

Casey looked up from the wok she was hovering over. "I'm not a gourmet, don't get me wrong. But some nights, I just like to play in the kitchen with a glass of wine."

"So fried rice, huh?" She walked closer, refilling Casey's wineglass.

"Fried rice with chicken and shrimp. And a few veggies tossed in to make it semi-healthy." She took a sip of wine and smiled. "Thanks."

Leslie pulled out a chair at the small table and sat down, watching her. It had been an emotional few days, but they hadn't really had time to reconcile everything.

Technically, their case was still open. Patrick was not in custody. But they'd been crawling all over the Deep Ellum area for three days and nights, and still no sign of Patrick. The few men on the street who would talk to them said they hadn't seen him in days. But it was only when they talked to Sammy that they feared Patrick had left town.

He ain't been around, the bastard. Poor John. I can't believe he's dead.

John Doe. As ironic as his name, that's how he'll be buried. There was no one to claim his body.

"Hey."

Leslie looked up.

"You ready to talk about it?"

Leslie shrugged. "It's just a tragic situation. I keep thinking, what if it had been me and you there instead of Tori and Sikes. I'd have taken the shot, yes. That's not a question. But could I live with myself? John was an innocent pawn in all this. Patrick used him at will, from wearing the dress, to dying his hair, to taking a knife to Sikes.

He was innocent, all the way to the end. And now we have no hope of finding Patrick.

He's slithered off to another city, no doubt."

"Most likely, yeah."

"So what did we accomplish? We have three women dead. An innocent, simpleminded boy dead. And John Sikes lying in a hospital bed, damn lucky to be alive.

What did we accomplish?" Leslie stood. "And don't say he's off the streets here in Dallas. So what? So he moves on? There's now another city that's not safe."

183.*"We did the best we could, Les. Like I said many times, he was like a damn ghost."

Casey moved the wok to a cool burner and turned, facing her. "How do you think I feel? I had the bastard right in my hands, and I let him go. I should have known it wasn't John."

"They were playing a game. How could you know?"

"Because I did realize it," she said. "Before we heard the shots, I knew it wasn't John."

Leslie frowned.

"When I finally caught him, he kept saying don't hurt me, don't hurt me. And I'm like, I'm not going to hurt you. We've never hurt John. So I left him with one of the officers, told him to put John in the patrol car. And when I was going to go after you, it hit me. John never said don't hurt me." She tilted her head. "What did John always say to me?"

"Don't tie me up, Miss Casey."

"Exactly. So I went running back. But he'd gotten out of the car and was gone. Then we heard the shots. And I knew it was too late."

Leslie walked closer and wrapped her arms around Casey's shoulders, pulling her close. Casey was suffering too. She'd been too caught up in her own misgivings, too worried about Sikes, to realize that Casey felt partly to blame as well.

"There are so many variables in this case, aren't there?" She kissed her softly on the mouth. "Tori feels responsible because she sent Sikes in. She's taking the blame for killing John and not Patrick. You feel like it's your fault because you had Patrick and you didn't know it. And I feel like it's my fault too. We saw them together-one in a dress, one in pants. I was so sure that Patrick was the one in the dress. So sure." Her arms slipped away from Casey and she picked up her wineglass again. "The break this weekend comes at a good time. I think we all need it. Tori especially."

"Yeah. And you'll love being on the boat. Sleeping is wonderful. It's cool out. The motion of the water just relaxes you. It'll be great."

She smiled. "Sleeping, huh?"

Casey wiggled her eyebrows and grinned. "I think Sam is looking forward to you being there. She likes you. And Tori and I tend to get absorbed in fishing."

"I like her too. It'll be good to spend time with them. I'm looking forward to getting to know them as well as you do." She put her glass down. "I'm going to shower before dinner. Okay?"

"Sure, go ahead. I've got to warm the egg rolls yet."

She stopped at the door and turned back around. "Casey?"

184.*"Hmm?"

"I...I really...like you a lot." She mentally rolled her eyes. Like? No, she was in love with her. But telling her in the kitchen while she cooked Chinese food didn't seem like the perfect moment.

Casey smiled and nodded. "Yeah. I like you too."