They stepped out of the administrative building and Agent Eliot hissed in annoyance at the sunlight. For someone who spent the better half of the past months in Hawaii, he was susceptible to sunburn, it seemed. He shielded his eyes and turned to address the three kids behind him.

"Okay, musketeers, I'm gonna bring my car around then we head over to the precinct. Sounds good? Sounds good."

He left them behind and walked over to the parking lot, his hands in his white shorts. Jane folded her arms and stared at Michael. She glanced at Tony and gestured back at the blond boy with her eyes.

"What?" Tony asked irritably.

"Aren't you gonna say something?" she didn't bother keeping her voice down. She wanted Michael to hear her loud and clear.

"There's nothing for me to say. He deserves to be here... he's still a newbie though," Tony replied and ignored his two teammates. Michael stared at his back; surprise evident on his face. What sort of metamorphosis did the dark-haired boy undergo? The same thought was going through the mind of the redhead. She went back to frowning at Michael, who just smiled slightly at her.

They were waiting by an incomplete statue of a horse, which also served as a water fountain located at the center of The COSP. Michael still didn't understand why the statue was incomplete. It seemed the person sitting on the horse had been cut off. His legs remained with the horse but there was no upper body present.

"I heard you were back but I didn't think you'd not say hello to your favorite nurse," came a feminine voice from behind them. Michael remembered her voice.

With a small smile, he asked, "Meredith Grey is here?"

The brunette lady chuckled lightly and replied, "She's a doctor, smarty-pants." She stretched out her arms and embraced him in a hug.
"It's good to see you, Michael," she muttered.

"Good to see you too, Nurse Mary."

Tony and Jane watched them curiously before their attention was diverted by the loud revving sound emerging from the parking lot.

"No... way," Tony said slowly, with his mouth agape.

Agent Eliot stopped in front of them and his tinted window slid down slowly. He poked his head out and gestured to the backseat of his car.
"A'ight, get in. We're burning daylight here, kids," he announced. He was sporting another pair of glasses. This one was smaller and was neon green.

Tony's mouth was still hanging open as Michael stepped out of the hug. Nurse Mary rose an eyebrow as she saw the agent. He finally noticed her and exclaimed, "Ah! Milady! I didn't see you there."

"Sure you didn't," she replied, folding her arms.

"This is a Dodge Demon Red-eye!" Tony finally spat out incredulously, staring at the red muscle car.

"Uh yeah, Tyrion, it is. You sure know your cars," Agent Eliot praised him with a smirk. Tony ignored the agent calling him by the wrong name and stepped around the car, ogling it.

Jane watched all this before she sighed exasperatedly and got in the back, muttering, "Unbelievable." The blond boy did the same and so did Tony, after staring at the car one more time.

Agent Eliot tilted his glasses and smirked at Nurse Mary.
"Hasta luego, señora," he said to her before he revved the engine loudly and drove off.

Nurse Mary shook her head and chuckled to herself. Eliot being a teacher, Tony being a car enthusiast. To think she'd still be seeing new things every day.

She turned and walked over to the administrative building. She had to have a word with Director Gray about that unit. She doubted they'd last a week together. She also had to talk to Katherine about her non-existent boyfriend.

«»

Director Gray was typing on his MacBook when his phone vibrated continually. If anyone wanted to talk to him, usually, their calls would be redirected to Katherine's desk. But if they called his personal number, it meant it was important.

"Yes, this is Gray," he said as he picked the call.

"Director Gray, this is Director Beck," came a rich, full feminine voice over the phone.

The dark-skinned director mentally cursed at the voice of the female director. A month ago, during the preliminary tournament, he had agreed to the transfer of Jane Doe from Crestville to Director Beck's branch, California. But considering the whole thing that had happened, he had not had the time to tell Jane about it, let alone, convince the redhead girl.

"Ah yes, Director Beck. So good to hear from you," he said, adding a bit of enthusiasm to his voice.

"Please, Director Gray, don't cuddle me. I've spent the better part of last month stuck in a courtroom, so I'm really not in the mood. When should I be expecting Jane Doe?" the female director of the Californian branch said bluntly.

It was true that during the preliminary tournament the previous month, a promising RIT from Director Beck's branch; Lindsay Yorke, killed another RIT in Ricky Hall from Kentucky. Death was a normal occurrence in the tournament but the director of the branch in Kentucky decided to press charges. And because of that, Director Beck had spent the past weeks, fighting off lawsuits.

"Director Beck, I can't give you a specific date. But I assu-"

"Director Gray... give it to me straight. Is she coming or not?"

The dark-skinned director really admired her straightforward attitude. It was one thing he respected her for. "I've set a plan in motion, Director Beck. And it will end with Jane Doe in the Californian branch... believe me," he said confidently.

He took her silence as her being mildly satisfied, so, he kept talking.

"But in the meantime, I think we should talk about the payment for Jane's transfer."

When they made the agreement for Jane's transfer, the payment was that the Californian branch would owe the Crestville branch one. And Director Gray felt it was time to call it in.

"You want to negotiate over the phone?" Director Beck asked.

"God no, you should give me more credit than that. I'm on my way to California," he replied, standing up.

Outside his office, Katherine was organizing his schedule for the next week when she noticed someone walk by her comparted desk. The person seemed to be heading into Director Gray's office.

"Uh... hey! You can't just barge in there!" she yelled at the man, causing him to stop. She stood from her desk and walked to meet said man.

was bald, with a complexion like ebony. He had a goatee and when he smiled, his dark eyes got wrinkled and more importantly, his dimples were on display. He was dressed in a deep blue short sleeved muscle shirt, grey joggers and pure white Jordan's. You could see his muscles ripple as he kept his hands in his pocket.

"Oh... hey. My bad, I'm just here to see the director," he replied with a broad smile, displaying his perfectly white teeth; and his dimples.

"Well... you'll have to schedule an appointment if you want to see Director Gray," Katherine told him, her hands on her hips. Said director was currently off the phone. He was gathering a few things and keeping them in his pocket.

"Yeah well, it seems like Director Gray's leaving now. And I don't have the time to schedule an appointment," he rebutted, moving to open the glass door.

"Hey!"

"Sorry, Donna. But I'm here for Harvey, not you," he winked at her as he closed the glass door behind him. Katherine stood there in shock as she watched the strange man and Director Gray talk. She wanted to listen in on their conversation but then again, she couldn't move. She was rooted to the spot!

No one had made her speechless since she started working at The COSP. But the strange man just waltzed in and caught her by surprise.

A pleasant surprise, if she was being honest...

"Here you go, Kat," she heard Nurse Mary say from her side. She turned to the shorter woman and saw her with her arms outstretched, a knowing smirk on her face.

"What's that?" Katherine asked, seeing as she wasn't holding anything.

"Just your jaw. Found it on the floor," the nurse replied before she looked into her boyfriend's office.
"Well... he's cute. What would your 'boyfriend' think if he saw you ogling another man?"

"John told you?" Katherine asked with a small laugh.

"Of course he told me. He thinks you have a boyfriend," Nurse Mary replied, swatting her arm softly. They both laughed playfully before they calmed down and watched the two dark-skinned men mutely talk to themselves.

"I'm starting to think I have a thing for dark-skinned men," Katherine commented with a sigh.
"Y-yeah! I'm starting to think so too. You know what makes you?"

"What?"

"A Kardashian..." Nurse Mary whispered hoarsely to her.

"Oh... my... goodness. That does make me a Kardashian," the brunette secretary muttered to herself in awe. She could already picture herself in their reality TV show, eating salad and talking over the kitchen counter.

"Katherine Kardashian..." she said dreamily, "Oh, here they come."

The two men came out of the glass office, the bald one smirking and Director Gray keeping an impassive demeanor. They stopped in front of Katherine and Nurse Mary.

"Ladies... I'd like to introduce you to our new supervisor, DeShawn Festers," Director Gray gestured at the equally muscular man by his side.

"Nice to meet you ladies," he said with a wave, his eyes never leaving Katherine, "I'm just here to make sure you guys are uh... aboveboard... in how you run things. I promise to stay out of your hair, it'll be like I'm not even here."

Nurse Mary glanced at Director Gray and he gave her a look that told her to drop it, so she did. DeShawn nodded his head and started walking towards the elevator.

"I hear you guys have a food stall. Might as well get myself a snack, you know?" he said as he walked away.

When he was out of earshot, the two women turned to face Director Gray with serious expressions on their faces. "A supervisor?" they whispered harshly at the same time.

"I know... This has to be Horatio's doing," Director Gray replied with a frown.

"What are we gonna do?"

"Nothing... for now. I've got a plane to catch. I'll handle it when I get back."

"Where are you going?" Nurse Mary asked him.

"California..."

«»

When they got to the precinct, Michael excused himself to go see the captain of the CCPD. It was a plan they devised in Eliot's car, so people wouldn't suspect that the billionaire orphan was with The COSP.

As they walked through the stations, Agent Eliot noticed the looks of disdain they got from the cops; especially him.

He couldn't exactly blame them. He didn't look like your regular homicide detective. They got to the end of the room and he knocked on the cold metal door.

After a few seconds, the door opened and a woman in a lab coat and glasses poked her head out. She was surprised to see a beaming young man in a Hawaiian shirt and two kids staring back at her.

"Uh... who are you?" she asked skeptically.

"Hello. I'm Agent Eliot from The COSP. The kids are my understudies," he responded with a smile as he pocketed his neon green shades.

"Okay, how may I help you?" the woman asked, not entirely convinced.

"I'm glad you asked. We're here to see the body of the gangster, the one that came in two days ago?" Agent Eliot leaned against the wall, a smile still on his chiseled face.

"I-I already sent an autopsy report to the other agent," she glanced at the two kids who were silent throughout.

"Oh yes, Agent Audrey. I'm sorry you had to deal with her. This is just a routine check for The COSP, we do this all the time. It's for our... uh, our database," the dark-blond agent lied smoothly.

Tony and Jane looked at themselves before they faced the woman. She seemed to be contemplating whether to allow them in or not.

Eliot noticed this and pressed on, "Look, uh..." There was a pregnant pause as he waited for her to fill in the gap with her name.

"Vera..."

"Vera... that's a lovely name. Look, Vera, you seem like a smart lady; definitely smarter than these donut eaters. I know you're just doing your job, but so am I. Help a guy out?"

Again, Tony and Jane looked at each other. Agent Eliot was silver-tongue personified. He had won Vera over completely. Add his surfer good looks to the mix, and Vera was head over heels for him.

"Five minutes," she finally said.

"That's all I ask," Agent Eliot smiled charmingly.

She opened the metal door fully and let them in. The air was hollow and humid. Florescent lights brightened the rather dull and grey room. To their right was a collection of drawers. Unclaimed dead bodies were probably in some of them, the gangster included. There was a long metal table in the center of the room, directly underneath the florescent lights.

Vera was wearing pale yellow rubber gloves as she spoke to them, almost absentmindedly.

"Do you know that the morgue; from the French morgue, which means 'to look at solemnly, to defy', was first used to describe the inner wicket of a prison, where new prisoners were kept so that jailers and turnkeys could recognize them in the future? Then, it took on its modern meaning in fifteenth-century Paris, being used to describe part of the Châtelet used for the storage and identification of unknown corpses."

Eliot looked at the two kids with a bored look. He faked his brown eyes glazing over and his mouth hanging open. Vera turned to look at him and he had reverted to making an intrigued expression on his face.

He folded his arms and nodded in interest, "I did not know any of that. It's like I said, really, you're a smart lady." The woman went red in embarrassment and giggled like a schoolgirl.

She stopped when she became aware of the two kids in the morgue with them. She pointed it out and Eliot replied, "Kids gotta see a dead body sometime. It's nothing they haven't seen in movies already. They're fine."

She looked back at the two kids and they looked steeled and determined. Against her better judgement, she decided to let it go. After all, she had heard about how The COSP operated; taking kids to crime scenes and all.

She nodded her head and walked over to the collection of drawers. She wasn't exactly sure where she kept the gangster's dead body but she got it after the second try. She drew the drawer out fully and his cold dead body was out; upper body exposed and stitched together.

The two kids went pale but they didn't run off to puke or anything. Even Eliot looked somewhat serious at the moment.

"What happened to him?" Eliot asked Vera with his hands in his pockets as he rounded the drawer.

"Well... uh, blunt force trauma to the head," she touched the body's forehead as she spoke, "at first glance, I thought he suffered contusion, and that led to his death. But after further examination, I found out he, uh... he suffered from contrecoup instead."

The woman in the pale white lab coat noticed the confused look on Eliot's face, so she decided to explain, "It's when you sustain an injury to the side of the brain opposite of the impact. In his case, the impact was here," she touched the back of the dead body's head, "so the injury was here," she patted its forehead.

The blond agent nodded in understanding and urged Vera to go on. "I don't want to bore you with some talk about rigor mortis and livor mortis, but his time of death was between late morning to early afternoon. Say... 11 to 1."

"And the testimony? Do you think it checks out?" Tony asked, surprising Vera and Agent Eliot.

"Well... uh, the second blood sample from the crime scene and the one on his knuckles match the testifier's. It seems his story checks out," Vera replied after getting over her surprise, pointing at the dead body's knuckles. By its side was a tattoo of a bishop chess piece.

"Who would try to rape a girl in broad daylight?" Agent Eliot mused.

"A very horny John Doe," Vera replied in an attempt to be funny.

Eliot burst out laughing and touched her arm lightly. Vera went a bit red and joined in the laughter but the two kids frowned in distaste. The pathologist was laughing because she thought her joke was funny.

Eliot though, was laughing for something different. Vera calling the dead boy "John Doe" made him think he was Jane's brother. Combined with the whole horny situation, well, it was funny to him.

"Ah... thank you, Vera. That's more than enough."