Jim stares at his murder board, pictures had already been put up by various officers, but Jim has just remained fixated for the past five minutes. It would be a petty thing to kill her over, he thinks, a birthday party, really?

"Jim," Daniel begins, entering the room, "all the tox screens have come back, nothing unusual, just your usual wine and other alcoholic drinks, I mean, some of these I've never even heard of."

"Huh," Jim murmurs, not fully paying attention.

"It's Jeff isn't it?"

"Will people just quit nagging me about it!" Jim retaliates harshly, taking Daniel by surprise, "Sorry," he quickly apologises.

"Now worries," Daniel replies, still in a little shock.

"The clothes on the bed, did tech find any finger prints?" Jim asks.

"No, the only lead we have is the argument last night," Manus strides in, surprising them both.

"I'll go and help Carlos finish the autopsy," Daniel tells them and is quick to leave.

"What were you shouting about?!" Manus confronts him.

"Nothing," Jim replies, trying his best not to show her that he is lying.

"Nice try detective, but I know that you're not telling the truth," she counters, quite pleased that she has outsmarted a smartarse.

"I just can't get this thing with Jeff out of my head," he comes clean.

"Go and talk to him, I'll speak to this Charlotte Forman, see if she had it in for our vic," Colleen offers.

"Thanks," he replies, picking up his jacket off the back of a chair, "oh but I don't think she did it."

"Oh and why's that?"

"Just a feeling," he smiles before jogging to the front doors.

"Yeah, and we all know where your little hunches get you," Colleen sighs.

She turns to study the evidence board, which is now filling nicely with information and photos. There is a knock at the door and Daniel appears.

"Captain, you're going to want to see this," he tells her.

She follows him to the morgue, where Carlos is already waiting, looking very self-satisfied.

"What is it?"

"Look what we found," Carlos replies, pointing to the victim's neck.

Colleen moves closer to examine the body, "make up?" she asks.

"Yep, it covers her whole neck, we're just in the process of removing all of it now. We've removed a small sample and there is a large bruise underneath," Carlos explains, "she was unconscious before she was stabbed."

"That explains why there was a concentrated amount of blood on the floor."

"So, our killer sneaks up behind her, chokes her until she is unconscious and then stabs her," Carlos begins to paint the scenario, "so why stab her after nearly suffocating her?"

"He wanted to dress her," Daniel responds, "this must've been a planned attack. He goes in, wanting to find her…"

"When she shows up, " Manus interjects, "he strangles her until she out, dresses her…"

"And poses her, then stabs her. She's still so the puncture is clean," Carlos finishes.

"The way he left her was so peaceful, the white dress and all, it's weird," Daniel adds.

"Could it be ritualistic?" Manus asks.

"I looked into that, but nothing so far," the intern replies.

"White dress and flowers…we all know what that looks like," Carlos suggests.

"Jeff!" Jim shouts as he closes the front door, "Can you come to the front room…please!"

He manoeuvres around pots of paint and boxes and sits on the still plastic packaged sofa, which faces the TV. Jeff appears at the doorway and leans against the frame.

"What?" He asks.

"Can you come and sit down, we need to talk."

Reluctantly, Jeff makes his way through the maze and perches on the arm rest.

"What happened?" Jim asks.

"Like you'll believe me," he huffs.

"Jeff, the key to being a homicide detective is to know all the facts before making assumptions," Jim smiles, "so what happened?"

"The boy that I punched, he's the school bully. He steals everyone's lunch money, but the teachers do squat to stop him," Jeff explains, "I punched him 'cause I'd had enough. He deserved it."

"Punching someone isn't the answer, unless they're trying to kill you then it's…" he notices he's going off on a tangent, so he reins it in, "the point is, you shouldn't do it. Why didn't you tell a teacher?"

"Yeah, loads of them hate me 'cause I don't do my homework," Jeff smiles briefly, before moving closer to Jim.

"You have CCTV at your school?" Jim asks.

"Yeah, why? You wanna see me in action?"

"Don't get your hopes up, but if I can prove that he has been stealing, you may be off the hook…" Jeff smiles overenthusiastically before Jim finishes his sentence, "for the detentions, not the suspension."

"What? Aw c'mon!"

"You know why we send people to prison?"

"To stop them attacking other people," Jeff responds.

"That, and to set an example to others to not do the same thing, so what would everyone else think if you got nothing for punching someone?"

"Fine, but it still looked pretty cool, me getting lead out by a cop," Jeff jokes.

Jim pulls him closer and ruffles his hair, "don't get your hopes up, kid!"

Jeff laughs and tries to pull away, but Jim is too strong and tightens his arms.

"Jim! I can't breathe!" Jeff laughs.

"Sorry," the detective apologises and releases his grip.

"You still gonna tell mum?"

Jims nods, "I'll tell her slowly…and I'll make it sound heroic too," he smiles.

Jim's phone rings beside him. He checks the caller ID. It is Manus.

"You better answer that," Jeff advises him.

"Yeah," he sighs, then presses answer, "Longworth."

"Jim, I'll cut right to the chase, we have another one, same circumstances as Kaylee Lowe."