...and then we cut to what is obviously a den or little-used guest room, full of the kind of random assortment of crap you don't really need but park in a handy spot when you have enough room to keep such crap around. A small TV is showing a news report about our big case, and the camera pans along a pair of very black, very glossy gams. The door opens, and Marla pokes her head in: "It's for you." Oh shit, it's mostly naked Daniels! And oh shit, they're sleeping in separate rooms! DOES THIS MEAN HE'S AVAILABLE?! Okay. Deep breaths. Daniels gets up IN HIS BOXERS and brings his unbelievably gorgeous body to the phone. If you guys don't mind, I'm just going to frame-by-frame this bit...aaaaaah. OKAY, back to the show, God! As Daniels looks over to the space under the door of the room Marla's just gone into and watches the light go off, we hear Lester updating him on Nick. Daniels thanks him and hangs up, looking back again at the dark crack under Marla's door for a while before shuffling back to "his" room. At least he doesn't have to sleep in jammies anymore. And seriously, I don't know how anyone could ever be sad about losing a woman when he looks like that and could so easily line up another one. Seriously: I'm drooling.
Detail office. Fitz is about to send a fax, but then snatches it back out again and sits at a desk, calling Koutris. The receptionist tells him that he's not in San Diego anymore: "You could try Headquarters in Washington. Counterterrorism." Fitz knows this is bad, and asks how long he's been in counterterrorism; the receptionist says she's not sure, but that she thinks it's been more than a year. Fitz rudely hangs up without saying anything and rubs his head, thinking how much it's going to hurt when Daniels holds him down and lets Nick beat the fuck out of him for indirectly killing Frank.
Church bells ring. Herc and Carver are still staking out Nick's. Herc bitches that if Nick doesn't come back in the next five minutes, he's going to eat his gun. Carver doesn't say anything, but he looks nearly as suicidally enraged as Herc, who adds that this isn't the way they learned to be detectives in West Baltimore. Finally, they can't take it anymore, and just storm out of the car and up to Nick's parents' house. Carver hammers on the door, and when a bleary-eyed Louis opens it in his robe, Carver says that if Nick doesn't surrender immediately, there will be cops raiding the place twice a day until the Sobotkas "get the message." Louis lets Carver take out his fury on him for a while, and then politely tells him that Nick turned himself in the night before, and that there was a detective there; he reaches to a nearby table or something and hands Carver Lester's card. Even madder now, Carver hands the card to Herc and takes off. Man, I know everyone else thinks these two are kind of fuckups (mostly Herc), but it is pretty shitty that as soon as they're out of sight, everyone completely forgets that they exist. Nick could be surfing porn at their desks in the detail office right now. If they even have computers. Or desks.