Quinn followed Frank toward the layout room, where Horatio, Calleigh, Ryan, Walter, Natalia, and Eric were expecting them. Quinn grabbed his arm before they joined the team. "Do you think he did it?"

Frank shook his head. "We're not judge and jury, Harris."

"No… But there's motive. Opportunity."

"We all need to go over every inch of the case together, Harris. We'll get to the bottom of this."

The team regrouped. "So what do we have?" Horatio asked.

Calleigh began. "Six victims, one survivor."

Frank leaned against the table. "Cynthia Holden had an affair three years ago, which resulted in the youngest 'Holden', Sophia."

"Her lover, Clark Callaghan, claims her husband beat her, which pushed her into his arms. Her husband found out about the affair three years later, Cynthia called Clark to warn him away." Quinn folded her arms.

Eric scoffed. "We have motive. Callaghan wants his daughter."

Quinn became annoyed. "There's no evidence to support it."

"There's no evidence saying opposite."

Horatio intervened. "What else do we have?"

"Bullets are from the husband's gun," Calleigh said.

"No trace, except what you'd expect to find after a party," Ryan said.

"And blood spatter is all over the place," Natalia concluded.

"We need to go back to the house," Horatio said, pulling his lab coat off.

Quinn stopped them. "Sophie… What happens to her?"

"There isn't much of Cynthia Holden's family left, we're having trouble locating them and Greg Holden's probably won't take her," Frank answered.

"So she'll go into foster care," Quinn finished.


As Eric, Quinn, Ryan and Frank piled into Frank's new car, Ryan grabbed Quinn's arm, keeping her from hitting her head off the roof. "Oh my gosh!" She came back to reality and rubbed her head. She smiled at Ryan. "Thank you."

"You ok?"

"I just have the worst migraine ever. It's fine. I'll be fine."

They drove for fifteen minutes civilly talking about the case when Delko decided to take a hit at Quinn. "What's your problem with foster car?"

"What does that have anything to do with anything?"

"I'm just trying to get to know you better."

"Ok. When my mother was nine, my grandparents died in a car accident. There was no will, no guardianship, no godparents. So my mother went into foster care because my uncle Jimmy just started college. A week after being in foster care, Jimmy met up with my mom, took a look at her bruises, dropped out of college, worked in a bar while my mom was in school and was a dad to her… Oh…" She turned back in the car, her face pale. "…my father died when I was six, my mother is manic depressive and I have two younger brothers. Anything else?"

"Yeah," Ryan piped up. "You don't look so good."

"I'm fine." She turned forward in her seat.

"Not all foster homes are like that," Delko said.

"Most are."

"You know, as much as I hate to admit this, Ryan's right. You don't look great," Frank said as he slowed down.

"I'm fine. I gave blood this morning before the briefing."

"Ok…" Frank pulled into a stop outside a store. "What do you want?"

"I'm fine."

"I'm not… I'm getting lunch for myself, and so help me god if you say you don't want anything and then ask for some of mine."

"A coffee, a yoghurt and a roll: hot chicken, cheese and onion."

"I'll be back in a minute."

No one made a sound in the car. Ryan sighed deeply. "Wow, this seat is uncomfortable." He fidgeted with his hands. "I think Frank's sweet on you."

"Yeah, he's a sweetheart. Showing me the ropes, looking out for me."

"Right, I wouldn't go so far as calling him that." Quinn smiled.


Quinn was just finishing up her roll when they arrived at the house. "I'm just going to finish this…" She held up her Yoghurt. "…and I'll be right up."

"You ok?" Frank asked.

"Yeah."

"I'll wait…" Ryan offered. "We'll be up in a minute."

Quinn smiled at Ryan. "You don't have to wait."

"I want to."

"Sorry about yesterday."

"Forget it." Quinn nodded. "How's Jimmy?"

"Good, really good."

"You're staying with him?"

"Yeah, until I can find my own place. Above the corner-store. You come by sometime."

"Definitely."

"Get discount."

"Or overcharged, depending on how he's feeling."

Quinn laughed. "Y'know, I think I'm going to bake when I get home. White-chocolate, lemon brownies."

"That sounds really, really good."

Quinn threw the empty carton and spoon into her car, finished her coffee and threw the cup into the car. They made their way into the house. "Probably be terrible. Everytime I had home ec, I either ditched and went off with you, Matthew and Justin, or just stayed home."

"How did you pass?"

"Ugh, it's a miracle I got into college."

They climbed the stairs and walked into the master bedroom. "Feeling better?" Frank asked.

"Much. That diet yoghurt was amazing! Insulting but amazing."

Frank smiled at her.

"Ok," Horatio began, "where do we begin?"

"I have a theory," Quinn said.

"Oh, great," Delko said.

"Ok, Cynthia had an affair, the husband knew about it the whole time. That's why there are no pictures of Sophie. He never considered her family. Callaghan comes into the picture and when the family are alone after the party, Holden goes off on one with the family, he kills his family. Sophie isn't part of that, so she survives."

"Ok," Natalia began, "that's a valid theory, but why kill Cynthia. She betrayed him."

"He loved her, all this time. He knew Sophie wasn't his, there was a pre-nup. He could have divorced her. But he didn't. He took action when he felt his family was being threatened."

Calleigh shook her head. "But he used to beat her."

"There's no proof."

"Callaghan said—" Delko began.

"Callaghan said he's innocent… Look, Cynthia told him that her husband beat her to ease his guilt of the affair." She turned to Horatio. "It was his gun: How could Callaghan have known where it was?"

"Cynthia could have told him."

"But why kill her if he loved her?"

"Cause he found out she was lying?" Walter suggested. "He couldn't trust her. She turns him in, all Holden's money goes to Cynthia."

"We need more evidence," Ryan said.

The team was quiet for a second. Finally, Ryan spoke up. "She could be right."

"Siding with the newbie, Wolfe?" Delko asked.

"Delko." Ryan shook his head.

"I know…"

Quinn was more surprised than anyone to hear Horatio say this. "What?"

"You could very easily be right."

"Ok, we just need to find more evidence."

"There is none," Calleigh said. "We've been over this place so many times I've lost count and clean-up didn't find anything else."

"We have all the evidence," Horatio said.

Quinn nodded. "And it's pointing to the wrong man."


Quinn stood at the door of PD. In front of her, they were taking Clark Callaghan into a squad car.

"Ms. Harris?" Quinn turned around and faced Horatio, holding onto Sophie Holden's hand. "I think there's someone she needs to meet."

Quinn picked up Sophie and rushed to the squad car. "Officer." She reached them. "Take off the cuffs."

"Sophie. This is Clark. He's a friend of your mom's." She put her down and Clark bent down, brushing a hair from her face.

"Hey Sophie." He looked up at Quinn.

"When she gets older, she'll know. She might not understand but she'll hear about what happened. She'll figure it out. She might forgive. She might resent you. She will want to see you. You both know where I am if either one of you need me."

Clark tried to blink back the tears unsuccessfully. "It was nice to finally meet you Sophie. You look just like your mother."

Moments after Clark was driven away in the squad car, Sophie left the PD with her foster parents.

"An innocent man is in jail." Quinn looked at Horatio. "Where's the justice?"

"You can't win them all. Innocent or guilty we'll never really know."

"Thank you. For agreeing with me back at the house. I know it's what you believed, but thank you." She walked away before he could say anything else.


She threw her keys on the kitchen table and walked onto the balcony where her uncle, Jimmy was hunched over on a lounger.

"Hey," Quinn greeted, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"How was your day?"

"Crap," she said, stretching out on a lounger. "Yours?"

Jimmy looked up briefly. He held the cigarette out to her. "You need this more than I do."

"I really shouldn't," she said, already taking the cigarette. She watched as Jimmy pulled out another one.

She started biting her nails. "Stop that. It's unattractive."

Quinn scoffed. "I ran into Ryan today."

"I thought you might." Quinn stared at him. "I was talking to Liam the other day. I mentioned you were working at MDPD, he mentioned Ryan was, we went onto another subject."

"Thanks for telling me."

"You two hadn't spoken in ten years."

"We email each other."

"Speak, Quinn, old school, face to face, not s-t-s." Quinn mouthed the last part confused. "Screen to screen, sweetie."

"Oh." Quinn took another puff.

"Strange considering me, your mom, and Ryan's parents were already planning your wedding."

"Things changed… We changed after high school."

"No… Things changed before college."

Quinn decided to change the subject. She took a quick puff of her cigarette. "What's all this?" She pointed to the papers in front of Jimmy. She craned her neck to get a better look. "Are you opening a bar?"

"Wishful thinking." Jimmy smiled.

Quinn stubbed out her cigarette. "I'm going to go to bed. Don't stay up too late." She put an arm around his neck, squeezed, and kissed him on the cheek.

"Night, Quinny."


Quinn fell down on her bed, not bothering to get changed and fell asleep.