A/n: So, you are all awesome. If anyone says differently, they are stupid faces who need to be forced to read BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD fan fiction for hours on end. Because you're all amazing!


Just as a warning….I don't like this chapter. That's why it is so short.

Beta: TalaDentro because she gives me ideas on how to keep this story going!

Chapter the next: To Defeat The Huns!!

The ride back to the precinct was full of awkward silence. Lassie kept glancing at me out of the corner of his eye. No doubt thinking about what Anna had said about us sleeping together.

"I'm not sleeping with you." He said.

"Not by lack of effort on my part." I replied, looking out the window.

"What?!?!" He exclaimed. I looked back to him with an innocent expression.

"What? I didn't say anything." Lassiter didn't speak again until we pulled into his spot at the station.

"We are never speaking about this ever again. You bring it up and I will shoot you." I smiled and agreed, trying not to laugh.

"Detective!" Buzz called. "The ballistics came back on the gun that shot Henry Spencer. It was a Smith & Wesson Model 22A Pistol."

".22 caliber. Makes sense. Good work." Lassiter replied, taking the report from Buzz. "Now we can run our list of lotion buyers against Henry's known contacts and owners of that gun." A smile crossed his face as he sat down to his computer and started typing in all of the information.

I walked behind him and glanced down at the list of people who had bought the lotion from Gina Marie's. When I saw one name, I had to read it over and over a few times to be sure my eyes weren't screwing with me.

"Lassie…"

"What?" He asked, a little snappy.

"My mom is on this list."