Kirk stopped the car along the side of the road leading to the beach. Crickets were playing their familiar tune. It was fairly dark outside. They were going to a beach that was not the same one that the doctor had visited normally for the past three years. He lived nearby a beach but it was not a walks away. It was a couple miles away. Kirk looked at his friend in concern turning off the vehicle. He had a sympathetic expression on his face with one hand gripping on the side of the wheel. There were no sights of cars behind them. It was a normal night in the neighborhood for anyone concerned.

"Bones. . ." Kirk started, slowly. He that demeanor by heart. "did you lose a patient tonight?"

"Six years old," Leonard said. "I. . ." he briefly closed his eyes then reopened them feeling emotional. "I. ." Kirk reached out placing a hand on the man's shoulder. "I. . . I don't know what went wron'. She was a car crash victim. There was so much bleedin'. The team and I tried to stop it. So much blood. We couldn't find what was killin' her," Leonard placed a hand on the side of his forehead as tears rolled down. "She was six years old and she had everythin' ahead of her!"

"I am sorry," Kirk said.

Leonard wiped off more of his tears.

"Can we just go to the beach?" Leonard asked. "I need an hour alone."

"Sure, buddy," Kirk said, starting up the vehicle.

Kirk looked toward the review mirror to see a car upcoming. He turned the headlights off. The patrol officer slowly made his way toward the parking lot watching the vehicle vanish from his line of sight. He parked the vehicle into a parking space. Leonard unbuckled his seatbelt then got out of the vehicle in boots rather than flip flops. Kirk looked over toward his friend going into the distance. Kirk knew that when Leonard needed space, then he needed the space, no ifs or buts about it. He drove the vehicle out of the parking lot then made his way to other business. When Kirk returned, Leonard ran toward the vehicle. He was like a running bolt of energy that had been recharged. Kirk seemed to be alarmed seeing his friend running for the car. Leonard normally walked his way back by his recollection. The older man came to a stop in front of the door. He panted, gaining his breath. He had one arm leaned against the top of the window. Kirk rolled down the window. Leonard held up a hand with his index finger up. It sounded like had run a marathon. Or, that he just fled from a gigantic monster for several miles at least. Terrified out of his wits.

"Jim," Leonard started. "I TRIPPED OVER A DEAD BODY!"

"'What kind of dead body?" Kirk asked, alarmed.

"Not a green blooded alien, it is human!" Leonard said, then pointed off toward the direction nearby the shore. "I didn't see it. I saw nothin'. I was in the zone," Kirk held his hand up. "I swear."

"Hold on," Kirk said, getting out of the vehicle. "I will check it out. Stay here."

"Ya bet my ass that's where I am stayin'," Leonard said, then he got into the car.

He buckled himself up folding his arms and closed his eyes. When he closed them, all he could see was the dead body of a young woman on the beach laid on her side in a red scandalous dress with one high heel shoe missing. She had her shoulder bag on her person. Her eyes were open, not a light to be seen, and her mouth gaping, A life that he was unable to save. Maybe he should have gone to the other beach that night. Not like Spock was going to be there. And frankly he missed the odd man. Whatever he was . . . The pain in his heart had subsided from the two hurtful moments in the past few hours. Kirk darted into the vehicle turning it on.

"Jim, where are we goin'?" Leonard asked, opening one of his eyes.

"Do you want to be an eyewitness?" Kirk asked.

"I am not an eyewitness," Leonard said. "I saw nothin'."

"Look, doctor," Kirk said. "I just walked in your tracks covering your footprints around the dead body."

Leonard looked at the man, hurt.

"Are ya think I did it?" Leonard asked.

"No," Kirk said. "I just don't need you to be viciously accused of murder. I know you. Court doesn't."

"Court does know me," Leonard said.

"Divorce court, family court," Kirk said. "but not the criminal court."

Leonard sighed then looked over toward the man.

"Jim, you just fabricated evidence," Leonard said. "that's obstruction of justice."

"You saw nothing, right?" Kirk asked.

"Right," Leonard nodded. "but how are ya goin' to explain this away? Bein' there?"

"I sometimes go to this beach to relax," Kirk said. "on the weekends. Randomly. Just to swim."

"This is a cover up," Leonard said. "I don't know if I can let this stand."

"Joanna," Kirk said. "do you want Joanna to see her father carted away for murder?"

"No," Leonard said.

"And go back to Jocelyn?" Kirk asked.

"No!" Leonard relaxed himself. He sighed. "take me home."

"All right," Kirk said, then he started the car and made his way out of the parking lot.

Little did they know, the same vehicle from earlier continued to follow them. Kirk was protecting him by the only way possible and his daughter. The kid cared more about the innocent then his own well being. Leonard looked over briefly toward Kirk. There was no coming back. Leonard could picture the questions that would have been meant for him, "Is it true that your marriage fell apart three years ago?" "Is it true that you zone out while strolling the beach?" "Wouldn't that mean, you unknowingly, did it instead of my client?"

The doctor closed his eyes then reopened them as the music was playing on the radio. Eventually the car came to a stop along the sidewalk leading to the doctors house. Leonard unbuckled himself then went out of the car and sped his way up. Kirk sped off. A tinge of guilt crashed through the human once collapsing onto the couch, exhausted. He took out a candy bar, unwrapped it, then munched away. On the final bite, he dropped the wrapping turning over falling to sleep. Our view panned over to show the black SUV that slowly came out of the parking space on the side walk then drove away.