Chapter One: "The One With The Gun,"

Lightman stared at the quivering young woman in his office; his hazel eyes burned into her caramel skin, even with her focus on another matter, she could still feel his penetrating gaze. Watching her. Observing her.

Like an experiment about to go wrong.

Foster approached the woman, smiling warmly, this smile brightened the woman up upon seeing it. Of course, everything about Foster was disarming; her soft brown hair, her inviting eyes, angelic face, and soothing voice, all filled the woman with comfort as she led her to the lab.

"Right in here, Lisa. One of our employees will be in here in just a second,"

She watched Lisa's face cringe with fear, for her only source of comfort was leaving. But Lisa toughened up, and nodded, taking in a deep breath.

Loker and Torres sat at the computers, monitoring their witness carefully, "Torres," Lightman spoke from the door, "Go in there, you're gonna interrogate 'er,"

"I was-" Loker started.

"No, Cal's right. Every time she saw a man when she came in she froze up. Sending another woman in would be the best way to go,"

"I'm sorry, would you rather be sortin files then?" Lightman sneered.

Loker grimaced and handed the clipboard to Torres. As was predicted, Lisa relaxed as soon as she saw the female figure walk into the door, but the team quickly realized they needed more than just a woman.

Unlike Foster, Torres presented a dominant presence, with strong face, a set jaw, and fierce eyes that saw every lie before it was even thought of. This alpha-female scared Lisa almost more than the Lightman, the alpha-male, had.

"Lisa Robinson, can you tell me your age and birth date?"

"I'm 27, and I was born on September 16th, in 1983,"

No lies of course, and a base had been established.

"Now, you said that you saw a cop, get shot down at the drug store? Would you mind explaining what happened?" It was clear to even Lisa that Torres wasn't so sure about the lead witness' testimony.

Lisa swallowed, "Well, I was going to the store to pick up some medicine for my son Timothy and when I walked in, the man behind the counter was scared. I took a look around and saw why," Torres saw only lies until the last part of her story, "A tall, masked man, was getting ready to shoot another customer,"

"the cop,"

"I didn't know he was a cop until I reported it. The Chief told me when he saw the body,"

Torres flashed a short smile, before walking out of the room.

"She's lying,"

"Oh really? I'm so glad we have you here to point that out," as if Lightman's condescending voice wasn't bad enough, he added in the look of, "Are you really that stupid?".

"She's lying about what she saw, why should we trust her?"

"Because the one thing she didn't lie about, is the most important,"

Suddenly a business voice spoke from the door, "Dr. Lightman," the team turned to find Heidi peeking her head through the door, "There are some men here to see you,"

"Tell em' I'm busy,"

"They're policemen,"

The Lightman group became shocked, and slightly alarmed all at once, including their fearless leader. Lightman gestured for them to bring Lisa, and sped to the entrance.

"'Ello officers,"

An older white man, and a young black man turned, with a cuffed woman grasped between them.

The woman was furious, but kept it under a seemingly peaceful expression. Her eyes darted around the room, observing every corner, exit and hallway. Only stopping to examine a new face, and tap her fingers against her jacket.

The fingers threw the red flag to Lightman.

"I assume you here about the girl, eh?"

"Yes," the older man answered, "Where is Miss Robinson?"

"No, not her," Lightman shook his head, the group and Lisa arrived as he spoke. As Lisa's eyes met the prisoners, her face went white.

"I'm talkin' about the one with the gun,"