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Before she could discern his response, he was turned around and marched off between two cops.

Lois gripped Henderson's jacket. "What about the clothes?" she said. "The Prada dress? Clark's jacket and tie? Did you get them tested for gunshot residue?"

He nodded. "Inconclusive."

Henderson sighed. "There was nothing on Clark's clothes. The dress had traces of something, but the area was small and almost twelve hours had passed since the shooting."

"Where did you find the gun?"

"In the subway."

“I need the video recorder. I need it here in less than ten minutes."

"Thanks, Jimmy." Lois slammed down the phone and went to search through her closet for exactly the right outfit.

Lois quickly finished tying the knot in the black lace that weaved up her cleavage, pulling together the two sides of the shiny red halter-top.

His eyes were popping, and he seemed to have lost the ability to move.

"Are you *trying* to get yourself mugged?" Jimmy said in exasperation.

Lois hailed a passing cab. It stopped. "If that is what it takes."

Yeah, that was where Clark had left it before turning his attention to trying to help

If Lana had been watching his apartment and had seen him with Lois … He had to try to protect Lois. "I took it from Lana Lang."

"I met Lana," he said.

"After the shooting? Or before?"

"After."

"When?" Wolfe fired. "Where?"

"When I was coming to the police station."

"When you came in earlier this morning?"

"No. Before that."

"She said that if I came to you and told you she had been in my apartment, she would ..." Clark stopped. All he had was the truth, but he was painfully aware of exactly how implausible it would sound.

"She would what?" Wolfe said.

"She would kill Lois Lane."

If he were charged and found guilty, they would know that a normal prison cell wouldn't hold him. They would know they needed kryptonite.

Lois directed the cab driver to stop one hundred yards from Clark's apartment and walked with clipped and purposeful steps, her high heels tapping loudly on the sidewalk as the wheels of her suitcase jolted behind her.

She draped her lacy bra over the edge of the suitcase, its black colour providing a stark contrast to the pink.

The woman stopped at the top of the stairs. "Who are you?" she said.

"I'm Lois Lane," she replied.

"*You're* Lois? Lois Lane?"

"Really?" Lois said in heavy tones of disbelief. "That's strange. My boyfriend has never mentioned you."

With a swift movement, Lana pulled a small handgun from inside the jacket.

He'll marry me because I'm going to have a baby and he doesn't want me to tell everyone his secret."

He doesn't love the blonde hussy."

Finally, they were making some progress. "What blonde hussy?" Lois said, infusing her question with jealousy-tinged interest.

"You must have worked out that he's not like other men."

Lana moved a little closer. "He's scared of intimacy," she said in a lowered voice.

Henderson stalled her with a hand to her arm. "Lois," he said, "nothing we find on the shirt is going to change that Clark's prints are on the murder weapon."

"Why not?"

"Lois," Henderson said in exasperation. "Even if we were able to ascertain that Lana Lang isn't in Smallville, it doesn't mean she's in Metropolis, let alone prove that she shot Mayson."

"It gives her opportunity."

"I'm in my apartment. Bring the recorder and -"

His expression was that of a man who was being asked to achieve the impossible. "Can I touch?"

He stepped sideways. "It is from this angle, but front-on, it's not too obvious unless you're concentrating on that spot." His gaze dropped. "It's not like there isn't anything else to look at."

Lois hitched up her skirt. "Is that better? Should I show more leg? Or more midriff?"

Jimmy's cheeks coloured. "Ah ... perhaps more leg. Try to draw the focus away from the camera."

"I took it from Lana Lang."

Wolfe laughed - hard and cold.

"She would kill Lois Lane."

"I knew I was the primary suspect in a murder case. I figured there was a good chance the gun I took from Lana was the murder weapon, and it had my fingerprints on it. I thought that if I came here and brought it with me, it would be tantamount to admitting I had killed Mayson."

The world didn't know it yet, but Superman wasn't going to be seen again for a long time. It was going to look as if he had run away, too.

If he were charged and found guilty, they would know that a normal prison cell wouldn't hold him. They would know they needed kryptonite.

A woman marched in.

A woman wearing Clark's black leather jacket.

And oversized jeans.

Lois cackled. "You think Clark wants a baby?" she said scornfully. "With you?"

"My Toleriane range of skin-care products. I bought them in Paris. They're the latest thing. I put them in the cabinet. After you and the old guy came early this morning, the gel was gone." She advanced a couple of steps. "I want it back."

"He *does* want to be with me. I know everything about him. He'll marry me because I'm going to have a baby and he doesn't want me to tell everyone his secret."

"Yes," Lana said, nodding importantly. A sudden smile dissolved her anger. "But she won't be back. I made sure of that."

"Yes. Just like I'm going to kill you."

Lana moved a little closer. "He's scared of intimacy," she said in a lowered voice.

Lois found that ridiculously easy to believe.

Yep, Clark had probably been worried. About Lana's mental health. About the future for her baby. But it probably hadn't occurred to him that Lana would shoot Mayson and try to frame him.

Lana was prostrate on the floor. The handgun was lying half a yard from her outstretched hand.

In the doorway was Mrs McCreadie, her feet apart, her arms forward, her weapon pointed.

Lana's head and shoulders lifted.

"I have proof," Lois said. "I nailed her cold. And I have an excellent witness."

I might as well join the bandwagon and say the scene between Lois and Jimmy was priceless! You nailed their voices and expressions perfectly. It seamed nicely with the opening scene in the pilot with Lois exiting a cab after nailing the carjackers. She was dressed as a man and Jimmy had to remove the mustache. LOL!!

Typical Lois.

Oh dear. Her outfit form Resurrection.

And since I’m imagining an early-nineties camcorder, where *is* she thinking of putting it? Her new set of size-Hs?

Umm…Only when it’s anyone but Lois. Okay, not true, he’s squiggles when it’s Lois, too. Especially when she’s wearing blue chiffon.

Lois remains the only person thinking from every angle.

<pokes Lana with a stick> You dead?

quote: Oh dear. Her outfit form Resurrection.

You remember that one, Michael?

The woman nods and Jimmy sits on the edge of her desk, *
taking the corner of the mustache and then ripping it off. *
The woman squeals, but when she picks her head up we now *
see the real face of LOIS LANE, intrepid reporter for the *
Daily Planet. Lois is a twenty-six year old spitfire with
a "Just Do It" body. Momentarily forgetting her pain, *
Lois pulls out a tiny video recorder from her jacket, sets *
it on her desk and Dresses Play. *

LOIS
(proudly) *
I nailed 'em cold. *

We MOVE IN to the tiny picture on the video screen and *
then *

CUT TO: *


9 INT. DAILY PLANET NEWSROOM - TWO HOURS LATER 9*

We are still watching the video playback from Lois' *
adventures from the previous night -- Lois, in her young *
man get-up, helps make the arrest of a band of car thieves *
at the Metropolis pier.

Lois is a twenty-six year old spitfire with
a "Just Do It" body.