"Coffee," Jason growled at the poor waitress who had the misfortune of getting them food. It was too fuckin' early for food. In Jason's opinion, too early for doing anything other than sleeping. When Patric came to his house and woke him up at 4:30, if Jay had a gun he would have shot him. Maybe it was a mistake telling Patric where his spare keys were.

"I'm sorry for my partner's rude behavior," Patric apologized to the waitress who looked ready to burst into tears. "He's not a real person until he's had about three cups of coffee."

She giggled at that before asking Patric what he wanted to drink. "I'll have a big glass of cranberry juice."

She scampered away to get their drinks with a little too much pep in her step.

They soon settled into a meal of eggs, toast and home fries. Every time Patric took a gulp of his juice he noticed a frown becoming more and more prevalent on Jason's face.

"I can't see how you drink that shit," Jason finally spat glaring at Patric's juice like it just killed his first born child.

"Ditto," Patric countered looking pointedly at Jay's black coffee before making a cheers gesture with his awesome cranberry juice.

Jason rolled his eyes conceding that Patric did have a very valid point.

A little while later when they were finishing up their meal Jason cleared his throat and asked, "Have you had any luck on figuring out what 'I am si,' could mean?"

Patric heaved a sigh, "As far as words and abbreviations go I've found absolutely nothing that makes sense," he admitted.

Yet, he had learned more about si that he ever needed to know. Apparntly it was another form for ti, as in the seventh degree of a musical scale. Do, re mi, fa, sol, la, si, do. Si was also the element silicon. And of course the abbreviations. SI could mean an international system of units of measurement or Statutory Instrument. Absolutely none of those options made sense.

"Jay, I really thing this guy might be planning another murder," Patric told the man. Heck, this guy could be planning a whole slew more for all they knew.

"Patric," Jason began, more serious that he had ever heard him, "If that's true, promise me you won't go anywhere alone."

"I promise, but, you don't think-" Patric trailed off, unable to voice the thought.

"That the next person could be you?" Jay finished for him. "I think it would be stupid of us to rule out that very possibility."