"Thanks for the ride home Michael. I can take it from here," she said as the doorman opened the car door for her and she got out.

"You're sure you don't want me to come up and help you get settled," he asked. He hoped she would say yes, he never had the courage to ask her out; he always wanted to.

"No, you have been a dear. I don't want to take anymore of your time," she replied, heading for the door. Michael was a sweet guy, but not her type. He just happened to be at the hospital when the doctor said she could go home. They wouldn't let her just take a cab; she needed someone to drive her home. She knew he had a crush on her; at school he was always finding reasons to come to her classroom to either borrow something or ask a question. The last thing she needed was him in her apartment.

She took the elevator up to her apartment, unlocked the door and went in. It felt so good to be home. She plopped herself on the sofa. As she scanned the room she noticed dirty dishes and clothes thrown around the room that weren't hers.

She got up to call the police then she heard, "Nice place you got here sis," Nicole said as she walked out of the bedroom. "Better put down the phone," Nicole went on as she pulled out her gun.

"Who are you," asked Janie. She was frightened and started to back away toward the door.

"Just go back and sit on the sofa," Nicole motioned with the gun. "I am your sister Nicole. Didn't Detective Goren tell you that by now? I left him enough clues to figure it out himself. I knew when I saw you two in the art gallery flirting that this would work out beautifully," laughed Nicole. "But now he has gone and figured out too much; so there is a change in plans. We have got to go," instructed Nicole.

"Go where? I don't understand. How can I have a sister? They would have told me," she insisted.

"Your parents were Nicolas and Janice Wallace from Sidney, Australia. Father thought mother was sleeping around and you weren't his real daughter, so he made mother send you away. She didn't want you to feel unwanted so they changed your last name, made up some fake story. You got to live the life of a princess while I lived in hell. Now it's you're turn," explained Nicole. "Let's go. Any false moves and I will kill you, doesn't matter much to me."

Janie was in shock. She just found out her whole life was a lie. She did as Nicole said; they left through the service entrance. A few moments later police arrived and went up to the apartment and found it empty. A half hour later Goren and Eames arrived.

"Sorry Detectives, her apartment is empty," said one of the officers on the scene. "Doorman said she had just got home about 2 hours ago. He also said the night of the accident her sister arrived from out of town. She had a key to the apartment. He said she probably went somewhere with her. He describes her as medium size, medium height and blonde with an accent."

Goren punched the hood of the SUV. "It's Nicole, she took her!" yelled Goren.

"Bobby, if Nicole had a key, you have to consider Janie knew about all this," said Eames.

"No! Eames, there is no reason for her to help Nicole. She already had her grandparents' money," insisted Bobby. "Why kill the Commissioner?"

"You, Bobby. The only way to get you on the case was to kill someone important. I think it's time you tell me what's going on between you and Janie," Eames said, as she looked her partner directly in the eye. Eames had her hands on her hips; she wasn't backing down. "Bobby I'm your partner, you need to trust me."

Bobby looked at Eames, he had always kept things from her and it had hurt their relationship. He knew he had to trust her. "Let's go to the coffee house across the street; I will explain," he said as he pointed to the coffee house across the street. He put his head down, his hands in his coat pockets and shuffled his feet like a young boy in trouble.

They sat at a corner table for privacy and ordered each a cup of coffee.

"A few days ago I was at the Art Museum and I saw Janie there; she was with her class. She was trying to teach them something about art, but they weren't listening," he smiled as he thought back. "I approached the class because I found what she was saying so interesting. She took notice of me and we made visual contact. There was, I guess you could say, a mutual attraction, but I was too shy to make contact, then she was gone. But I just don't think someone who was so kind and nice to those children could do this."

"Maybe she is in your blind spot Bobby. I think it's you that need to keep an open mind here," explained Eames. "She could be a victim, but she could still be our perp." She reached out and touched Bobby's arm. "But I think it's too late; you've already fallen for her. Maybe you need to be removed from this case?"

Bobby was staring down into his coffee wishing he could just fall into it, when he heard Eames last statement. He pulled his arm away from her, "No, I am fine. I can keep an open mind. I need to stay on this case. I need to get Nicole once and for all," he said. "We need to figure out where Nicole would go."

"That's like finding a needle in a haystack," said Eames as she got up from the table.

"Let's start with red cars that had any body work. Let's check with Lewis," said Bobby.

"Oh I like Lewis," smiled Eames as she tried to break the tension.

"And Lewis likes you," smirked Goren.

"Where are you taking me?" asked Janie. She looked at Nicole who seemed so calm. But Janie was anything but calm. How could her grandparents keep this from her? Janie had read articles about Nicole Wallace; how she killed and murdered people. How could she be related to some one like this? Nicole used and manipulated people. She could never do anything like that.

"Well dear, there has been a change of plans. You see I thought everything was going well. Bubby was quite smitten by you that day in the Art Gallery. It was so amusing to watch the mating game you two played. But shy Bubby walked away, I figured he would. You were laying it on pretty thick, just like your sister would," she laughed. "I knew then what I had to do. I would have to make a case that would lead to you, and then break his heart. So first I made you a victim. You being friends with the commissioner was great, I could kill him and of course Bubby would be in on the case."

"I stole your purse so they would run your blood and it would ID you as my sister. I can image the look on his face when he found that out. Of course he would defend you, but his partner would think you were a chip off the old block. But then I underestimated how much you affected him. He went and researched your history. He found out about the money and figured out what I was up to. "So now I just have to kill you. My lawyer friend will get me my money and Bobby will be heartbroken and my job is done," smiled Nicole as she continued to drive.

Janie was in shock, she had to think fast. She had Nicole in her; she had to bring that part of her out in the open.

"That's not good enough sis," she said as she turned to Nicole. "If this Goren did such horrible things to my sister to make her so angry, he has got to pay big time."

"What are you saying?" asked Nicole looking shocked.

"If he hurt you he is the one that should die and suffer a long agonizing death. And if he is as infatuated with me as you say, wouldn't it be great to see his face when I am the one doing the torturing," Janie smiled. "Think of the havoc we could do as sisters. We have the same blood."

"Why should I trust you?" asked Nicole, still confused.

"I know you had a horrible life; our parents and grandparents let you down. They also lied and let me down. Our parents sent me away; they didn't love me. You don't know what our grandparents did to me, those miserable old ass-holes. It was torture, pure torture. All the years of lies, then not telling me I had a sister. I always wanted a sister. I used to pretend one of my dolls was my sister and tell her all my secrets and problems.

"Nicki it's not too late. We can have that relationship," Janie reached out and touched her sister's arm tenderly; she wanted to vomit at the thought of having a relationship with Nicole, but she had to make this a convincing performance. She hoped her grandparents would forgive her for telling lies about them, but she was doing what she had to do to survive.

"Oh Janie, I used to think about you every day after you left. I missed you so much," Nicole stopped the car and hugged Janie. "Let's get to my place and devise our plan."