A/N: Hey! Sorry this took so long (again) and I'm sorry it's so short, but I never thought it would be a long chapter anyway. If you guys would want something longer I could work on it. To the guest who spotted that Frost had a wedding ring on-I already planned how that would be worked into the story; thanks for confirming he was married for me. :)

Frost stepped in to the elevator and hurriedly pressed the button to the penthouse and the button that would close the doors. He'd done it. After months of searching, he'd finally found her location. It was going to take some explaining and the situation was much more complicated than he would ever have expected, something he knew the boss wouldn't have much patience for, but he'd found her.

It hadn't taken him long since finding the Joker in the wreck of the apartment, but when the boss seemed to be on the verge of suicide every second to Frost had felt like he was racing the clock, trying to dismantle a bomb or grenade. He only hoped that he wouldn't walk in to find J's brains all over the room, or the boss lying in a pool of blood or hanging from the ceiling. Jonny didn't know why he cared so much, but he didn't have the time or interest to figure it out. All he wanted was the boss to be his old lunatic self again instead of this strange, broken mess. He was ready for things to go back to normal. He wanted to feel like a real right hand man again.

Frost didn't bother knocking. He slid the key card in and shut the door quickly behind him. At the sound of the lock clicking shut, J raised his gun at Frost and lifted his head, inhaling sharply. With well trained eyes and years of experience at taking in his surroundings and any potential dangers, Jonny took in the circle of assorted weaponry and seemingly random objects now filling the room as well as the man sitting in the center of the circle. It extended all the way to and up the stairs Frost was standing on; even more weapons and paraphernalia that hadn't been able to fit inside were arranged in squares or rectangles outside of it. A single light bulb sat in the center next to J-Frost supposed that that was the only light J had been using at night since he'd smashed most of the lamps and overhead lights. Then knives, guns...and then, an odd addition of beauty in the midst of all the objects of violence: blood red roses...more knives and guns, a line of tablets and computers from the study (Frost should have known that J would be searching too), J's decks of cards. Alcohol bottles, unopened and opened (there was a glass of wine sitting by the large sofa chair, Harley's chair-the only chair that J hadn't taken a knife to). And those baby clothes...what the hell was going on with those baby clothes? Where had they come from and why the hell would J have them around?

Frost calmly stepped forward, never taking his eyes off the boss or the gun pointed straight at him. He heard the boss give a low growl-of satisfaction or annoyance Frost wasn't sure. Hopefully the former. Frost wondered if J had had a gun in his hand in case anyone unwelcome came in to the apartment or if he'd discovered Quinn's location just in time. Right before the boss had lifted his head, Frost had noticed that it had been bowed, eyes closed...he wondered if J had been hearing Quinn laughing again. He had at least changed clothes since Frost had last seen him. He'd also drawn a large black smile around his mouth, causing a look of stark contrast to the angry, pained looking eyes and scowling face, a face that shone wetly...almost as if it was wet with tears...

Frost lowered himself down on the step and J lowered the gun.

"Where is she?" he asked, voice low and intense, the hint of a growl still underneath. The question that had started it all. This time Frost had an answer.

"It's complex," Frost began. "This is not just her. Everybody's disappearing."

As he explained he watched the effects of the confirmation that Quinn was alive. J looked down for a second and closed his eyes, still rocking himself slightly, before rolling his head back and letting out a long breath, then lowered his head again, the relief practically radiating off of him.

"There's this new law where if you're a bad enough bad guy they stamp terrorist on your jacket, and they send you to this swamp in Louisiana. A black site. That's where she is." Johnny paused, leaving a moment to let the information sink in and hang in the air between them as J opened his eyes again and the two men looked at each other-one's eyes full of rare, genuine sympathy and the other's full of frustration, tentative acceptance and eagerness mixed with wary disbelief. Frost experienced the odd feeling of reaching the end of one job and the beginning of another simultaneously before he spoke again, ready to end the past few days of giving orders and direction and go back to taking them, knowing the boss would already be constructing a plan in his crazy head: "So what are we doin'?"

"Bring the car around," J said, rousing himself from the daze Frost's information had caused, saying the words with effort and seemingly struggling to draw breath. "We're goin' for a drive."

Frost watched as J fell back to the floor, gazing unseeingly at the ceiling, looking and sounding as if he'd been dropped from a great height and had the wind knocked from his chest and lungs. He watched as J's face contorted into the classic Joker smile and J began to laugh,the sound echoing creepily around the room. The laugh ended in what almost sounded like a cry.

As he watched the Joker lying limp and prostrate on the ground in front of him, Frost thought he had never seen a more broken man or heard a more broken sound in his life.