Puck had too much energy to sit for more than a few seconds and it showed. One thing he had not been good at was hiding emotions up his sleeve. "So, lets break this down. We know that you know Mr. Chang. We know you were working the day he died and we know that you know that Ms. Sylvester has no cameras at the country club! So just tell us why, go easy on yourself!"

Matt Rutherford snarled from the hard chair that was sometimes opposite of where Puck was pacing in front of the two-way mirror. "Tell you what?"

Puck slammed his palm down on the table, causing his tie to flutter closer to his chest and Matt to slide back just a bit. "Tell me why you did it! Do you need to see pictures of the body?"

The gruff voice came from behind. Detective Ken Tanaka was carrying a manila file. "Using the polite voice again I see, Puckerman?"

Noah snapped his head, mock glaring at Ken. "I only have one voice Tanaka, and this dirt bag is wearing the patience thin."

Matt's knuckles whitened visibly as they clenched together on the table. "I told you, I haven't done anything. If you're gonna hold me for much longer than I'm gonna call for a lawyer. Especially if he's gonna be in this room."

Ken held his free hand up before sauntering over to the bare table. "Alright, now there's no need to get hostile. If I promise Puckerman will calm down, then will you cooperate?"

Matt shook his head. "Why? I haven't done anything! Coming into my neighborhood, just like you always do, just assuming we're all hoods and gangstas."

Ken blinked slowly before he answered, his gaze never wavering. "From what I hear, you ran the moment Mr. Puckerman showed up at Tina and Mike's shop."

Matt nodded begrudgingly. "Yeah well, where I live, that's the wise thing to do. Especially if you're innocent."

Puckerman advanced menacingly, pressing his palms down on the table. "We only wanted to ask you some questions about the murder which I am sure you are duly aware occurred."

"It's none of my business." Matt stared Noah down.

"Puckerman..." There was a warning sound from Ken's throat that caused Noah to stalk over to the wall opposite the two way window.

On the other side of the window, Rachel watched Detectives Tanaka and Puckerman work in tandem, loosening up the only end they had left in the cooling case. She was trying very hard not to think about the way the subtle natural light from the small window near the ceiling made Puck's very short Mohawk glow.

"They're very good together."

Rachel had been so lost in thought that she hadn't heard Will move into the small room. "Hmm? Oh yes, very complimentary."

"I could say the same for the pair of you. Great work getting all the way to Tina."

Rachel shook her head, tearing her gaze from Puck's folded arms and tense body language, waiting for him to spring. "I don't think so. The lead went nowhere. Ms. Cohen-Chang wasn't much help."

Will shook his head, furrowing his brow slightly. "Not true, you followed your gut and we're now a couple of steps closer to solving the murder. Once we get the chemicals back from trace...."

Schuester's phone vibrated and he excused himself to exit. Checking his text messages, he headed toward Santana while two women with visitors passes headed his direction. Santana's body language prepared him for the worst. She looked rattled, as though three spiders had just gone tap dancing across her desk.

The taller blonde spoke first. She was possibly late thirties but looked as though she had tried to maintain a lifestyle that made her look younger, which failed. Her hair framed her face subtlety with lightening streaks. It occurred to Will that her vanity probably stemmed from a younger period, possibly a stint as a high school cheerleader.

Terri spoke first. "Excuse me, could you direct us to Ms. Rachel Berry's office?"

Will crossed his arms, but not in a defensive manner. His sleeves were rolled up a quarter of the way and revealed a bit of the hair on his arms. "I am her boss and colleague, Mr. Schuester. I speak for her on all business matters. Is this a personal affair?"

"I am afraid not." The shorter woman wore a striking pinstripe suit with a deep red camisole to add an air of femininity to the masculine tailored dress. She had an impressive strength to her body language. It was clear why Santana had been bowled over by her presence. "My name is Mercedes Jones and I am here representing the Fabray family. It seems there was a malicious attack on my client's privacy and we feel the city to be at fault."

Will reached out for Mercedes' hands automatically, stunned by the allegations. "I'm afraid I'll need more information before considering your case. As a government branch, of course we take the public into account before our own needs. If you could fill me in a bit more, I will consider what disciplinary action is needed."

"Disciplinary action?" Rachel was stunned and it showed in her voice and the way her bottom lip trembled slightly when faced with her own actions. She had come upon the small group in the hallway and stopped just to the left of Mr. Schuester.

Terri cocked her head at Rachel's entrance, her small cherry dangling earrings popping out from her hair. "Are you Ms. Berry? Are you the insensitive tramp who trespassed on my daughter's property and coerced the nanny into cooperation during such a devastating and emotionally traumatizing time for my daughter?"

Will waved his hand slightly without moving the arm. "Now wait a minute. Before you go accusing Rachel of anything, I have it on good faith that Ms. Berry is a loyal and caring person and she has never before committed trespassing on a case, and she has never before been disrespectful to a family member."

Mercedes filled the growing, icy voice between Will and Terri. "That may be, but my client believes that Ms. Berry took advantage of a very difficult situation in the name of an unnecessary investigation into a death to which my client's only connection is loving."

Rachel shook her head, staring straight at Terri. "Now wait a moment. I believe an appropriate amount of time had already passed into the first stages of your client's grief. When I arrived with my partner, who will testify on my behalf, we found Quinn Fabray to be very hostile in helping with the investigation and other methods had to be pursued to clear up her innocence."

Mercedes' cheeks sunk in and she made a scoffing noise in the back of her throat. "Well, the Fabray family must disagree. We're suing the city until Ms. Berry is taken off the case and pays reparations to my clients to help ease the burden of replacing the child's caregiver."

Will shook his head. "I'm sorry, but this is a very serious charge. Immediate action would be a delicate and possibly destructive element to the case at hand."

Mercedes did not blink once. "Be that as it may, we have legalized our demands and are prepared to take this public."

Terri reacted to the whimper in the back of Rachel's throat, even as she tried to straighten her back out. "You see? Its not nice to go prying into people's lives."

Rachel took a deep breath inward. "Before your accusations fly, I think its pertinent for you to know that the only anomaly I found was Mr. Hudson's buried show choir ribbons, which do nothing for this case. I certainly intended no harm and if I could just explain myself to Ms. Fabray."

Will broke in. "I'm afraid that would be impossible. You're temporarily suspended, Berry. Meet me in my office once I'm done with these ladies."

Terri folded her arms as Rachel turned on her heels to leave. "Justice does prevail. Thank you Mr. Schuester and have a good day."

Mercedes and Will were left alone in the hallway as heels echoed into the distance. "I apologize for this, William. May I call you William? But, you see, this is a blatant rights violation and I hope you understand these precautions. I would hate for your case to be ruined simply because of an upstarting CSI agent."

Will nodded, rubbing his upper lip with his index finger. "I agree. Just be cautious of emotional entanglement. I have a feeling that there are some twisted facts in this story."

Mercedes pointed a finger in Will's direction. "William, you don't have to worry about me. I would worry more about your investigation. And further, is that young man in there without a lawyer being bullied by two detectives a suspect?"

Will watched speechlessly as Mercedes walked past him confidently, body bustling into the room and filling it with her presence.