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Here we go
once more; Nick is crushing, Hodges angsting and nothing is as it�s supposed to
be.
I know, not
quite the eclectic summary for a chapter but hey! �let the story tell you.
Oh, and
please remember to R&R, thanks!^^

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Daily routine

The rest of
their breakfast had passed in comfortable silence, only here and there
interrupted by carefully laid questions coming from Nick concerning Hodges�
plans regarding his mother�s condition and reconvalescation. They had separated
in front of the diner; Hodges had actualy managed a weak smile when he said,
�Till
tonight. Oh, and Nick?�
The Texan
had looked back over his shoulder.
�Yes?�
Hodges had truly
smiled then; a real, warm, grateful smile, that had sent one Nick Stokes
spiraling into a whirl of emotions(and bodily reactions) and said,
�Thanks.
For everything.�

Once he got
home, Nick stumbled under the cold hower, still perplexed as to how with just
one little smile David Hodges had managed to throw his inner equilibrium
asunder. Then again, it hadn�t merely been the smile, but also what he had said
to him back at the lab.
Even if
Hodges had overheard his conversation with Catherine(Nick didn�t think that the
trace tech would actually stoop to the level of listening into such a private
discussion), he would have surely not been dumb enough to actually repeat
almost word for word what Catherine had said to him.
Hodges
might have been a snoop and as curious as the next cat, but there were things
even he stood above.
And the
thought, that those words hade come from Hodges� very heart, left Nick with a
wonderful tingling sensation.
He almost
floated into bed, remembering how a chanced grip around the elder man�s arm(he
had only wanted to steer Hodges in the right direction) had proven the trace
tech to be the slender, sinewy type.
Very
sinewy, when the way the muscles moving underneath his light windcheater had
been any indication.
Nick
drifted off to sleep, dreaming about piercing blue eyes and strong, slender
arms wrapped around his body.

At the same
time Nick Stokes was blissfully giving in to Morpheus� call, David Hogdes stood
in the hallway of his appartment, highly alarmed.
His nose
had ticked him off right away, even if his other senses had failed him.
There was
no fooling The Nose.
Somebody
had been in his appartment; he could still smell the faint, lingering scent of
their cologne.
It was a
hauntingly familiar smell, one that sent chills up his spine, caused goosebumps
all over his body and made the hair at the back of his neck stand up straight.
Not to
mention the gut-twisting illness that befell him.
He reopened
the door, expertedly trying to avoid wiping off any fingerprints from the
inside handle and checked the lock.
No
scratches, no suspiciously glimmering metal, no sign of a break-in.
Whoever had
been in his flat, had obviously been in possession of a key.
Acting
almost on remote, Hodges went to the broom closet and pulled out a couple of examination
gloves he always kept handy in there and began searching every single cupboard,
shelf and drawer in his flat.
Some thirty
minutes later is suspicions were confirmed:
Whoever had
been in, had not wanted him to now.
Nothing had
been stolen; everything had been put back exactly into place as and where it
had been.
Except for
Kobayashi Maru, his cat, but he was possibly just roaming about the
neighbourhood as usual.
Still,
Hodges was even more worried than before his impromptu investigation.
They had
gone through his personal files; even the computer had not gone untampered.
Immediately,
Hodges began to replace each and every password on every account he had(for
good luck, he had memorized most of them, so there were little to none actually
written down one could have read and copied), then rebooted the computer and
simultaneously checked every niche and corner for a wire, a bug, anything.
He also
played with the idea of calling the police, but what for? There was no evidence
that proved that actually somebody had been in his appartment(aside of his nose
and photographic memory), and nothing had been stolen. Except of-
The key.
Where on
earth did the intruder get the key from?
Six keys
existed to his flat; two were master keys, one each belonging to the house lord
and the maintainer, one was with his neighbour next door, Carlton, who happened
to be a cop on Brass� team. One was on his own keyring and one he had given to
Jacqui, so she could crush at his place whenever she felt like visiting
Vegas(it had also been kind of proof that he had actually moved out from his
mother�s place, way back when).
And the
last one was with his mother.
For a
moment, David felt as if the floor gave way beneath him; what if his mother had
been attacked? What if the intruder had actually gotten his keys and adress
from his mother after pushing her into the kitchen counter, making it look like
an accident? Things like that happened, actually more often than not.
Shakily, he
called the hospital, let himself be connected to the nurse on the intensive
care station, where his mother lay and, after making sure to get an update on
her condition, asked the woman on the phone to check through her personal
belongings, if and what keys were in her purse.
There was a
moment of commotion, rustling and mumbling, then the nurse stated,
�I�m sorry,
Mr. Hodges, but there are no keys in here. Are you sure you put them in the
purse?�
Quietly,
Hodges declined and thanked, then hung up.
All of a
sudden, the stench of the intruder�s perfume became unbearable.

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Ah yes,
Hodges infamous nose, both a curse and a blessing. I sometimes think that it
must be quite difficult for him to go through everday life having a heightened
sense of smell, what with all the people sweating, spraying deodorants,
colognes, perfumes and what not more on their bodies. Not to mention the
various stenchs caused by waste, exhaust and fabrics. This might perhaps also
be a reason why David isn�t too much on the social side; your eyes you can avert,
but the nose is an entriely different matter altogether.
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