"Come on, dad... I'd like to get out of here before I retire."

Mark sighed and moved his black checker across the board, soon grinning that mischievous grin that made Steve sigh in defeat. "It's allright you don't have to tell me, you won and I again lose. Story of my life lately."

Jesse snickered as he poured another cup of coffee. "Lately?"

Steve turned and glared at him. "You know, I don't see you playing checkers that often. Does that mean something?"

"No, I uh, I... I have a lot of work to do. Excuse me."

"Mm, hm," Steve mumbled as Jesse made his way past him and out the door.

"Well, son, it's been fun, but I'm afraid my break's about over," Mark replied.

"Oh, how convenient."

Mark grinned. "I'll tell you what, how about tonight we do a little betting on that boxing tournament?"

"You're on."

"Okay, then. Tonight it is. Say around eight?"

"I'll bring the Chinese food." **

Robbery, murder, fights, thefts... Steve sighed heavily as he poured over his unsolved cases later that day, praying that he could get some work done before he went home. That is, if he ever got a chance to concentrate without the constant noise from the construction going on outside the station.

"Working hard, I hope?"

Steve rubbed his face and found Cheryl standing before him. "How can I with that racket going on out there?!"

"Relax, it's only for a couple more days."

"You know, why is it you always manage to stay so calm and relaxed every time I see you? Especially with this going on?"

Cheryl grinned as she moved behind her partner's desk and gently put her hands on his shoulders. "I don't know, I just don't let it get me down. It'd be like letting it win. I never let things get the best of me," she stated, slowly massaging his shoulders. "Wow, maybe that's something you should think about Mr. Tense."

"You know, you can really annoy me sometimes."

"Ah, see? I'm getting the best of you. Don't let that happen!"

"Wh- you know, I have a lot of work to do."

"Mm, I can see that. Better get crackin'."

Steve sighed, giving her a glare soon being interrupted by the chief hurrying over. "Good, you two are together. There's a hostage situation on 2nd street in the mini-mart. There's only one gunman as far as we know, and one injured bystander."

"We're on our way," Steve responded. **

"What the- there's nothing going on here," Steve noticed as he pulled into the lot next to the mini-mart.

"That's strange... Are you sure this is the right one?" Cheryl asked.

"Yeah. Positive."

They both seemed confused as they slowly got out of the car, and looked all around them, trying to notice any signs of a robbery going on. "Chief, how exactly did you get this information?" Steve asked as he carefully looked over the perimeter.

"By an anonymous phone call. They said there was a hostage situation going on."

Cheryl shook her head. "You mean a prank call, sir?"

"I'm going to check it out anyway," Steve replied, carefully letting his gun out of its holster.


"Look, I'm not taking any chances. There very well could be something going on in there."

"And if there is then you're putting yourself in danger!"

"Look, I know what I'm doing. So you stay right here and-"

"Just who do you think I am? Some fragile little girl? No, I'm going with you."

"Fine. Just stay behind me."

"Uh, Sloan, I-"

"Chief, it's worth checking out."

"Fine. I'll stay out here in case anything happens."

Steve and Cheryl carefully and swiftly moved across the street, and hid on the side of the building, peeking out to see if they could hear or notice anything strange. When the coast seemed clear, they slowly made their way towards the front of the door, but suddenly backtracked when an odd looking man made his way through the doors and inside. They then went forward once more, soon hearing shouting coming from inside.

Without hesitation, they both ran and went inside, hiding behind some shelves as they soon saw a robbery going on before them.

Cheryl sighed. "A robbery. So where the hell did the hostage situation come from?"

The robber soon grabbed a young looking woman, placing his gun by her head. "Get me the money now, or I'll blow her head off!!"

"That answer your question?" Steve replied.

"I'll call for backup," she replied.

"Okay, stay right there. I'm moving in a little closer..." **

"Dr. Sloan, Dr. Sloan!"

Mark stopped in his tracks when he heard his name and turned, only to be run into by a young girl in a hospital gown. "Lacey, what on earth are you doing out of bed?!"

"This guy is chasing after me!"

"What guy?"

"There you are!"

Mark couldn't help but grin when he saw Jesse behind them, looking a little angry. "You mean, that man?"

"Yeah! He's trying to hurt me or something!"

"What?! I am not! Mark, she stole my cell phone!"

"I did not! I was just borrowing it! You shouldn't leave it in your front pocket where anyone could take it!"

"Wh- Mark!!"

Mark nodded. "Allright, everyone just calm down. Lacey, I don't know why you took his phone, but just give it back and I'll take you back to your room."

Lacey groaned and reluctantly handed Jesse his phone. "Here. Don't have a cow. I was just trying to... To warn them."

"Lacey, what are you talking about? Warn who? About what?"

"Nothing. You'll think I'm stupid if I tell you."

"No, I won't. Look, I'll walk you to your room, and you can tell me what this is all about. Uh, sorry about this, Jess."

"Aw, it's okay. I have a very good quality cell phone."

Mark patted him on the back, and proceeded to walk Lacey to her room, hoping he could help in anyway he could with whatever was bothering her.

"Okay, we're here. Now tell me, what's bothering you?"

Lacey shrugged, as she focused on her hands. "Nothing you'd believe."

"Now I'll be the judge of that. So why don't you humor me?"

Lacey took a deep breath and slowly let it out, still not looking directly at Mark. "Okay, I had this dream last night, about..."


"About a person robbing the mini mart down on 2nd street. It's like I was right there, watching the whole thing."

By this point, Mark was very interested. "I'm listening, Lacey."

"Well, then it just turned freaky. The robber flipped out and took a hostage. Then he..."

"He what? Go on, Lacey you can tell me."

"Then he shot some guy. And then I heard screaming and I woke up in a cold sweat. I mean, I know it was a dream, but it seemed so real and I felt really strange afterwards. I- I can't explain it. It's just like I know deep down that it was something that was going to happen, like I'm psychic or something. But I couldn't let it go for some reason, so when I saw this Jesse guy, I saw his phone in his pocket and snatched it and called the police."

"Huh... You know, Lacey, you're not totally off... There are times when people have dreams and often see them happen later on. Like deja veu. It's happened to me before. And I'm sure it's happened to other's, too."

"I know, but I don't think too many people dream about something like that and have deja veu."

"Well, you never know," Mark replied sitting on the bed. "There's probably been some cases where that's happened before," he stated, soon hearing a thump on the floor.

Lacey jumped off the bed, soon finding his wallet. "You know, you should keep this in a safer- oh my god..."

"Lacey, what is it?"

"Uh, this picture in here. Who is this?"

"Oh, that's my son, Steve. Why? Have you met him before?"

"No, I've seen him though. In my dream... He was the other person who got shot."