Leon carried D. into his apartment kicking the door shut with his feet and cursing every bit of the way. He cursed fluently about the stupid parking garage elevator that hadn’t worked and he had had to carry D. up almost five flights of steps. He cursed the fact that his building had a public lobby so the tenants could "mingle" and get to know one another. Fortunately all of his neighbors he passed including the desk clerk at the front counter thought the Count was a girl. Apparently in LA it’s okay to carry around passed out young women as long as you don’t mind ribald comments from the peanut gallery. And to complete the set of things to curse about he carried on to the heavens about dropping his keys as he tried to handle D.’s form, keep him covered with his jacket and insert the damn things in the door. Leon being a cop had very wisely installed three different dead bolts on his door two of which had to be turned at the same time. He had finally wound up laying D. down on the floor because he could not see slinging him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes as being very helpful considering he was injured.

"Well, we’re home." Leon said to the still unconscious Count. Leon leaned against the door heavily for a few minutes and blew a lock of stray hair out of his eyes.

"Now what? Huh? Can you tell me that? No? Well I guess I’ll have to wing it then. First things first I got to find a place to lay you down." Leon took in the disheveled apartment before him and blew out another long sigh. It worked well enough for a bachelor. Someone on there own who didn’t need or want to answer to anybody but for the Count this would never do. Where to lay him was easy. The bed of course but Leon couldn’t remember the last time he had changed the sheets or even made it. No way he could put D. down on that. His arms were sore so Leon just let his body relax against the wood behind him and slid down to the floor. Once his butt made contact with carpet Leon shifted his hold on the Count and laid him across his chest, one of his legs propped up supporting D.’s lower back. The Detective excelled at moving and thinking in emergency situations. Hell he was culled from school for that very reason and given special training because unlike eighty percent of the world’s population Leon didn’t panic. He thrived in times of high stress, in do or die situations. He had survived overwhelmingly odds in his young life because he just didn’t stop; at least not right away. However what comes up must come down and the Leon came down hard. Head leaned back eyes half closed Leon felt the events of the day slam into him. For the first time since he had heard the call come across the radio his head caught up with his body and all the horror, fear, and suspended disbelief came crashing down on him in folds. Exhaustion turned his mind to mush his last thought being that he really should clean D. up and assess the damage and he carried that thought into his dreams.