A/N: Last Chapter! Thank you everyone for following it! I'm rather fond of the story, and was excited to use the 'Crime' genre. Yeah, this is short, but it's the end. Enjoy!

I checked on Leslie. Her pulse was fine, but I wanted to fix that gash. We carefully placed her in the backseat and I drove us back to the Jana.

Brice was already running as we pulled up. He nearly passed out when we carried Leslie out of the car. "How is she? What happened?" he demanded nervously. He stayed right on our heels as we entered the hotel and lowered her on a couch in the lobby. I ran up and got my medkit before returning back down.

"She'll be fine," I consoled him. I carefully wiped a little blood away and then sealed the wound. I checked her vitals again, and then gave her a stimulant. "She oughta be coming around soon."

Sure enough, a moment later Leslie was blinking. Brice fell to his knees beside her. "Leslie?" he asked quietly. "How do you feel?"

"A… a slight headache," she said. She looked around suddenly. "Where's Vincent?"

The Gordons and Harry had arrived, and also looked at us curiously, wondering the same thing.

"Mr. Turner was, unfortunately, swept away in the river," Spock said neutrally. "He is gone."

"Amen," Mrs. Gordon huffed. "I know this may sound callous, but it serves that murderer right. He gets what he deserves."

"What he deserved was a trial and a sentence," I corrected, giving her a stern look. She actually wilted some.

Harry approached us. "I must thank you, gentlemen," he said. "For all you've done."

"One does not thank lo-"

"Spock," I elbowed him. "Just accept it."

Spock closed his mouth.

I grinned, then noticed something odd on the carpet. Frowning, I looked at it some more, attracting the others' attention. Realizing what it was, I jerked my head to the window, where a beam of sunlight gleamed through.

"Well, it's about time," Mrs. Gordon crossed her arms. "I think I've had enough rain to last me a lifetime."

"There are breaks in the cloud cover," Spock observed. "I shall attempt communications with the ship." He moved off to collect his communicator.

Harry approached me. "I'm sure you and your companion are eager to return to your ship," he said. "I'm sorry that your samples got ruined."

"It's alright," I told him kindly. "They weren't overly important; just a bit interesting. Although," I contemplated. "That fern may need to be catalogued."

Harry nodded. "I agree." He sighed and looked to where Leslie and Brice were holding each other, watching the sun rise. "We may be short two employees," he murmured. "But I have a feeling it won't remain that way for long. Thank you for clearing Mr. Parton's name."

"He's a nice kid," I said. "He could never kill anybody."

Spock returned. "Doctor, I have contacted the Enterprise. They are wondering if we would like to beam up."

I looked at Harry. "Go on," he said. "Believe me when I tell you, we'll get things taken care of here. A quiet benefit of our justice system."

"Thanks, Harry," I said. We bade good-bye to everyone and retreated up to our rooms. I gathered my things, Spock was already packed, and waited for the transporter.

"Energize."

A few seconds later we were in the transporter room. After some shuffling to get a good hold on our equipment, we managed to drop everything off at one of the labs. As we exited, Kirk caught us and walked alongside.

"Did you two have a good time?" he asked, a mischievous look on his face.

"That's debatable," I said honestly. I was about to continue but couldn't.

"I understand." We continued towards the mess hall when Kirk got in front of us and crossed his arms. We stopped.

"So tell me honestly," he said in his stern, captain's voice. Spock and I held our breaths.

"Just how boring was it collecting floral samples?"