The Dr. Jenkins case was the main focus of the crime lab. The murder weapon was still unaccounted for and majority of the people that were questioned had solid alibis. The only two who didn't seem to have clear alibis were Noelle Foster and Amy Winchester. Stella decided to go talk to Noelle. Danny and Lindsay decided to talk to Amy. The two of them went to go see Amy and saw her at her desk outside of Dr. Jenkins office, which was their crime scene.
" Ms. Winchester," Danny said.
Amy turned around to look at Danny and Lindsay.
" May I help you?"
" Detective Monroe. Detective Messer. We work for the crime lab," Lindsay told her.
Amy shook her head.
" I told those other detectives that I'm not talking. You can't have my fingerprints or DNA without a warrant or my lawyer present."
" It'll be easier if you cooperate," Danny told her.
" I said No. Did you hear me?"
" We're trying to figure out who killed your boss," Lindsay added.
Amy continued boxing up things, which included about a dozen audio tapes, papers, and books. She then stopped and looked at him.
" Do I have to call security? You don't have the right to harass me. I have work to do."
Amy then went on and down the hall. Lindsay looked at him.
" What do you get out of that?"
" Someone who has something to hide. We have to tell Mac what we found out."
Danny and Lindsay headed back to the crime lab and mentioned to Mac about what Amy Winchester told him and what she had. The items she had seemed to be possible evidence of tampering with evidence. Mac told them to examine the evidence they had over again, maybe something would come up.
Meanwhile, Noelle kept safe distance from everything. After her time at the senior center, Noelle went back home and sat down. She looked at the answering machine and saw no messages. Noelle sighed and shook her head. No message from her mother or her brother.
" I have to keep trying. I need them here."
Noelle called her mother and brother again, but again had to leave a message. She sat down and stared at the ceiling.
" Will this case work for me or against me? Why is this happening to me? Again I'm in the middle of a murder investigation."
Noelle then heard a knock on the door. She was hoping maybe it was her mother, but when she looked out, she saw that it was Stella. Noelle sighed and opened the door.
" Detective Bonasera, please come in."
Stella came in and Noelle shut the door.
" You may call me Stella."
" Seems unprofessional."
Stella put down her kit, which Noelle noticed.
" You must be here for a reason."
" I am. Did your mother get a hold of you?"
Noelle shook her head. Stella noted the look in Noelle's eyes, there was fear in them.
" I'm sure she will. What about your father?"
" No such luck. It's like I'm invisible to him or I don't exist anymore. What do you need?"
" May I check you hands?"
Noelle didn't understand.
" My hands?"
" Dr. Jenkins was killed with a .22 caliber."
" I've never picked up a gun. I never want to."
" I know, but this would rule you out as a potential suspect."
Noelle then nodded her head. Stella did what she needed to do, despite how uncomfortable Noelle was. Stella looked at her and shook her head.
" It's negative. You don't have gunshot residue on your hands."
Noelle breathed a sigh of relief.
" You've nothing to worry about."
Noelle sat down.
" That doesn't stop from my bad dreams from occurring or completely cancel me out."
Stella sat down. Noelle looked at her.
" At first I'd show up at crime scenes. I just look and watch. I'm not touching anything. Detective Taylor sees me and tells me that I don't belong at his crime scenes. Then it just seems to get worse. The dreams escalate into chases, gunfire, and bloodshed. They scare me. That's why I've been going to Dr. Jenkins."
" How often did they happen?"
" Every night for the last month. I kept a dream journal by my nightstand and I would record everything I remember. Sometimes I would write pages and then I'd go back to sleep."
Noelle sighed.
" The only other person I shared that with was Dr. Jenkins."
" What did he tell you?"
" It could mean any number of things. Such as trying to stay away from my enemies. I don't have any enemies. The police aren't my enemies."
Noelle pushed away hair from her eyes and got up.
" The dreams felt so real. Like it was really happening. The look on his face, it's not anger, but disappointment."
" Him? Who are you referring to?"
" Detective Taylor. He says that ' I try to help you and this is how you show your appreciation'. I'm ashamed by these dreams."
" There's nothing for you to be ashamed of Noelle. They're just dreams."
Noelle paced around.
" Do you need anything else? I'm really exhausted. I feel like I can't relax."
Stella got up.
" I should get back to the lab anyway. This should cancel you out Noelle."
" What if it doesn't?"
" Then I'll let you know."
Stella ended up leaving. Noelle's GSR was negative, but she wasn't totally ruled out as a suspect, at least not yet.
Stella went back to the lab and ran into Danny.
" I heard you were going to see Noelle Foster again."
" That's right and there's no GSR on her hands Danny."
" That doesn't mean she didn't do it. She could've worn gloves."
" Noelle isn't a killer. What we need to do is look over the crime scene again."
Danny shook his head.
" I got no other hits in AFIS but Noelle Foster and Dr. Jenkins."
" You want to know my gut feeling, Amy Winchester."
" The secretary?"
" She didn't want to talk and she refused to give up fingerprints and DNA samples. We may need to get a warrant to talk to her."
Danny nodded his head.
" When Lindsay and I went to talk to Amy, she was outside Dr. Jenkins office. We saw audio tapes and a bunch of other papers. We told Mac and he's giving it time for Amy to talk. If not then we'll get a warrant to make her talk. She could be tampering with possible evidence."
" I know Noelle didn't do it Danny. She's disturbed, not a killer."
" You really want help her?"
" There's nobody else to do so. He father doesn't care. What motive would Noelle have to kill him?"
" Maybe the sessions weren't helping her afterall, so Noelle decided to take care of it."
Stella shook her head.
" I don't think so."
" Stella, she's a suspect, whether you like it or not."