Plot: After Karen is stabbed and left wounded in the hospital, Jack makes it his duty to find the person who did it. So he enlists the help of Will and Grace and at the same time donates blood to Karen to help her pull through.
Author's Note: The New York City Police Department is not corrupt as far as I know, despite what my story says. It just works well with my story. So please don't take what I write literally. Also, this part doesn't have a lot of Jack and Karen in it, but I think it's really good, so please read!
Disclaimer: Once again, I don't own Will & Grace, I just love it, so please don't sue me.

Part 2: Answers

As Jack exited Karen's room, Will and Grace jumped up from the couch and surrounded him, Grace on his right, Will on his left. They waited for him to speak.

"She's fine," he told them, as the doctor had. "She's weak and tired, but she's fine. She's sleeping now."

He glanced around, then pulled the two into a nearby empty room and shut the door.

"Jack, what-," Will began.

"Shhhh!" Jack hissed. He glanced around once more, then leaned in close to Will and Grace and whispered, "We"ve got to find out who did this to Karen. They might....not be satisfied with just injuring her, if you catch my drift."

"Jack, people get attacked in New York all the time," Will reminded his friend. "It's no different with Karen."

"But why would someone want to hurt her?" Jack asked.

"Well, she is rich-," Will began, but Jack cut him off again.

"The attacker left her purse and jewellery," Jack told them. "Explain that."

"Maybe he-or she-got scared, by a noise or something, and ran off before they could rob her," Grace suggested.

"But no one found her for almost an hour," Jack reminded them. "The attacker would have had plenty of time to rob her and get away. And while we"re on the subject, how did the attacker get into the penthouse? I know for a fact that you need a key and three forms of ID to even get into the lobby."

Jack sighed and shoved his hands into his pockets.

"Look you guys, I don't like it any more than you do, but I think that attack was more than just your average everyday New York attack," he told them woefully. "I think Karen is in danger. And it's up to us to find the bastard who did this!"

Will and Grace exchanged looks. Jack was obviously distressed at what had happened to his best friend. And if there was anyway they could help him feel better, they would do it.

"Fine, Jack, what should we do?" Grace asked.

"I'm glad you asked," Jack said. He took his hands out of his pockets and held out the keys Karen had given him to her penthouse. "Take my keys and go to Karen's place. Look for clues."

"What about the cops?" Grace asked. She was beginning to feel like a member of The Mod Squad. "Won't they be investigating the place?"

"After Karen was brought here, the cops left," Jack told them.

"And, just for arguments sake, you"re staying here because...?" Will asked.

"Karen needs me," Jack said immediately. The two nodded understandingly.

"We'll see you in a couple of hours, okay?" Will said, hugging Jack.

"Okay," Jack said.

"You"re going to be all right?" Grace asked as she hugged Jack.

"Yeah, I"ll be fine," Jack replied. "I"ll probably take a bit of a nap. But I'm not leaving her side."

The two nodded again, then left. Jack went back into Karen's room, where she still slept. He curled up in a nearby chair and fell asleep.

Will and Grace reached the penthouse at around two in the morning. They were tired, but knew how much Jack wanted this. Also, as unlikely as it seemed that anyone would want Karen killed, they wanted answers, too.

Using Jack's keys, they let themselves into the lobby, where Karen had been found by some neighbours. Aside from a few discarded pieces of yellow police tape, the lobby looked the same as it had before. You wouldn't have known anything out of the ordinary had happened. Will wondered if the many video cameras had caught anything. Grace's voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Will, look," she said. She had apparently been thinking the same thing. She was standing by a video camera that was pointed in the direction of the lobby doors. What they saw shocked them.

The camera lense was covered with a piece of black duct tape. It was completely useless.

"Jack was right," Will gasped.

"I don't get it," Grace said, looking around. "Even if the attacker did do this, there had to be some shots of him entering before he covered the lenses."

"Unless....," Will paused, thinking. "Jack said it's impossible to get into this place without the keys. So maybe..."

"Maybe the attacker lives in this building!" Grace exclaimed, finishing his sentence. She immediately covered her mouth and glanced around in case someone had heard her. The lobby was empty. She turned to Will, who had a look of shock on his face.

"That doesn't explain why Karen was attacked though," Grace whispered. Will nodded, but his thoughts seemed elsewhere. Grace stared at him, then asked, "What are you thinking?"

Will paused, looking from the lenses to the police tape and back to the lenses again. Finally, he told her.

"Think about it. From what I"ve heard, the cops showed up at around eleven fifteen. Jack says the cops left after Karen reached the hospital. Karen reached the hospital at eleven twenty eight," he said, his eyes wide, his voice low. "Now, think about it. In total, the cops spent fourteen minutes at the crime scene."

"That's an awfully short amount of time," Grace replied. "And they managed to use their police tape."

"Yeah," Will continued. "Plus, in all this time, don't you think they would have noticed that the lenses were covered. I mean, they must have thought to check the videos."

"Oh my God, Will," Grace whispered. "You"re right!"

"I think something odd's going on around here," he said. "Look, I'm going to go to the police station and ask them some questions. Why don't you go up to Karen's penthouse. Look around, see if Karen or Stan have any enemies who would do something like this."

Grace nodded, still shocked. She gave Will a weak attempt at a smile, then headed towards the elevators. Will turned around and left the lobby.

Will reached the NYPD at around two forty. He parked his car, checked himself in the mirror to make sure he looked like an honest citizen, then headed inside.

When he approached the front desk, the officer on duty gave him a wry smile, then asked, "What can I do for you, sir?"

Will paused, then said, "Ah, yes, at around eleven last night a woman named Karen Walker was found stabbed in her penthouse. I was wondering what the police turned up in their search."

The officer narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

"And you are?" he asked, not moving.

"I'm Mrs. Walker's lawyer," he said, trying to look important.

The cop stared a Will a moment longer. After checking it out on his computer, he nodded, as if deeming Will worthy, and led him to a nearby filling cabinet, piled high with papers and folders. The surly cop picked up a stack of folders and after a moment of searching, handed Will one. It was a thin one, containing only a sheet of paper.

"This is it?" Will asked in disbelief. There weren't even any photos.

"That's it," the cop said. "You can read it over there."

He indicated to a nearby couch.

"Uh, thanks," Will said. He sat down and opened the folder. This wouldn't take long at all.

Grace, in the meantime, had acquired some information, but she wasn't sure what to make of it. On the ride up in the elevator, an elderly woman had gotten on and had started making polite conversation with Grace. She had brought up the subject of Karen and Grace had immediately become interested.

"Her and her husband shouldn't have gotten married," the woman had told Grace. As she spoke, the woman had nodded, as if agreeing with what she said. "After that heart attack scare, though, they seemed better and a few actually bet they might last for a few more years."

Grace had to bite her tongue before she said something rude. She waited for the woman to continue.

"But then, someone, I don't know who exactly, told Mr. Walker that his wife was having an affair. Said she planned on running off with some young man and divorcing her husband for eighty percent of what he owned. He'd be broke," the woman had told Grace. At this point, she had shaken her head sadly. "His children backed it up. Said they'd overheard her and this man planning it all. Lies, all of it. Those kids hated her so. Of course, Mr. Walker, smug as he is, thought he would be able to counter sue and keep all his money. "Til that same person told him that Mrs. Walker was going to claim Mr. Walker had broken one of their prenuptial agreements, not sure which one. Next thing you know, he was snapping at her left and right, taking away her credit cards and such. Poor thing didn't know what hit her."

"But Karen didn't have an affair, right?" Grace had asked.

"Oh, mercy me, no!" the woman had said, almost laughing. "I don't know who started it or how it got so out of control, but Mrs. Walker was not having an affair. The only other man she spent time with was some nice young gay fellow who lived in the back of her penthouse. And it's obvious to anyone that it wasn't a romantic relationship."

The elevator had stopped at this point and Grace had thanked the woman and left. Now she was in Stan's office. She had been here a year before, decorating for Stan. She knew where he kept important things, such as his files, but she had no idea where'd he keep track of his enemies. As she searched the room, she noticed a laptop and a cell phone lying on a nearby desk. Grace walked across the room and flipped open the laptop. As she waited for it to boot up, a white piece of paper caught her eye. It was folded and hidden under the cell phone. Thinking this might be the password to get into Stan's computer, she picked it up and unfolded it. Instead, it was a phone number. Grace paused, wondering what she should do. Finally, she picked up the cell phone and dialled the number. If it wasn't important, she could just say it was a wrong number and hang up.

But she was not prepared for what greeted her on the other end.

Back at the police station, Will reread the sheet again and again. It was typed up neatly and was only half a page long. It read:

To: Chief Louis Paulson
Re: Attack at Diamond Penthouses
Summary: Mrs. Karen Walker was found at approximately eleven oh two pm. She had been stabbed on her right side approximately one hour prior to being discovered. She was rushed to the New York City General Hospital and was admitted into surgery at twelve fifty eight pm. Surgery was complete at one fifteen pm.
Lobby of penthouse was thoroughly investigated and turned up no clues. This case has been closed.
Signed, Officer Douglas James

Will didn't know what to make of it. This report was poorly written, with almost every time given incorrect or sketchy. As for the last part, well, he didn't believe it for a second. He put the paper back into it's folder, then walked back to the cop at the desk and gave it back to him.

"I was wondering if I could talk to Officer Douglas James," Will said as the cop returned the folder to it's place in the pile. The cop eyed Will, then pointed to a uniformed police officer talking on the phone.

"That's him there," he muttered.

Will nodded and walked over to where Officer James had just hung up the phone. When he turned to Will, Will noticed how young the man was. Maybe twenty five at best.

"Yes?" Officer James asked when Will said nothing.

"Oh, thank you, I was wondering...you are Officer Douglas James, are you not?" Will asked. Maybe this young man was simply a deputy in charge of giving out speeding tickets.

But the man nodded.

"The same Officer Douglas James who was assigned to investigate what happened to Mrs. Karen Walker?" Will asked again. He thought he saw a flicker of a frown pass the young officer's face, but when he blinked, it was gone.

"Yes, that's me," the officer said. "What do you want?"

"I'm Mrs. Walker's lawyer. I was just reviewing the file on her," he explained. "It's rather short, isn't it?"

The officer frowned.

"What do you mean, sir?" he asked.

"Well, it's only half a page long and it claims that the scene of the crime was investigated thoroughly," Will replied. "But after comparing notes with several other sources, it seems that you were only there for fourteen minutes. Surely it must not have been that thoroughly investigated if you were only there for such a short time. I mean, that lobby is huge. Also, it has plenty of video cameras everywhere. Tell me, what did you see on the tapes?"

The officer faltered, then quickly stood up tall.

"I can assure you we searched that area as thoroughly as we could," he replied. "We found no incriminating evidence on the tapes."

"You mean to tell me that a woman was stabbed in a lobby surrounded by video cameras, all of which were recording, and you saw nothing on them?" Will asked skeptically.

Now the officer was pale and he quickly looked around, possibly for help. Finally, he looked back at Will and quickly said, "Yes, that's right. Now, you"ll have to excuse me."

Will watched as the man strode away from him and into the men's washroom.

Back at Karen's penthouse, Grace had managed to gain access to Stan's computer. She was also surprised to hear someone answer the phone on the first ring. After a brief pause, a voice began talking.

"Mr. Walker, I trust this is you," said a gruff voice. Grace held her breath and continued listening. "I know we didn't do exactly what you requested, but if you give us time, we can finish the job. The-, oh, hang on one sec. Got some legal business to take care of."

Instinvtivly, Grace quickly gained access to Stan's computer sound system, hit record, and held the phone up to the speakers. Then she waited, hoping it would work. Finally, the gruff voice came back on.

"Sorry "bout that. Anyways, like I was saying, Mr. Walker, the cops didn't suspect a thing, with all the cameras taped up. That was genius. Also, that lie about being away in another country really helped, too. No one suspects you bribed those cops. They closed the case and soon, you won't have to worry "bout some broad taking your money from you. Anyways, we can finish the job up once your wife is out of the hospital. Just leave her alone in the house one morning, we break in with those borrowed keys, and before you know it, you"re widowed."

Grace felt her eyes widened, but suppressed the urge to gasp.

"Look, Mr. Walker, we"ll work out the rest of the little details tomorrow. "Til then, we'd better lie low, just in case," the gruff voice finished. With that, the phone on the other end hung up and Grace stopped the recording. As soon as she did, she let out a gasp of shock. This was worse than anything she could have imagined.

A knock on the door nearly made Grace jump out of her skin. She tiptoed to the door and peered through the peephole. Thank God, it was only Will. She opened the door and let him in. The minute the two saw each other, they started talking at once.

"I think the cops were-,"Will began.

"Stan tried to-," Grace said.

They both stopped.

"You first," Will said. Grace took his hand and led him to the computer. Without saying a word, she hit play and the entire phone "conversation" was played for Will to hear. When it was done, they both sat in silence for a minute. Finally, Will breathed, "My God.".

"I know," Grace said. "What do we do now?"

Will didn't even have to pause before he replied.

"Take this computer to the chief of police," he said. Grace nodded and began to shut down.

"In the mean time, I'd better phone Jack and tell him the news."

Grace raised an eyebrow.

"You sure that's such a good idea?" she asked.

"He'd want to know," Will replied. "Besides, if this guy's serious, Karen's in real danger. They probably won't try anything tonight, but it's still safe to have Jack on guard."

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