Working the scene had been very difficult. Ryan had trouble concentrating.

It was his own fault he knew. He had let himself open for that attack.

How could he've been so stupid?

Suddenly Calleigh wasn't so nice to work with anymore.

"Jeez, what a bitch," he heared someone say behind him as he was packing the gear back in the SUV.

He looked up and saw a familiar face. It was Jack Fields ,a patrol cop he used to work

with

.He smiled "Hey Jack, how are you doing?"

"By the looks of it much better then you. You've lost weight man."

Ryan shrugged "Maybe a little. It's been a tough couple of months."

Jack patted his back.

"I know man I know. How's Sarah doing?"

Ryan smiled. "Good, good, she's got the leading role in the school play. She's already memorized her part, give it a week or two and I will have too."

Jack smiled and opened his mouth to ask some more questions when he was interrupted.

"Hurry up will you, Ryan. We haven't got all day."

Ryan winced, he had almost forgotten about Calleigh.

"Coming," he yelled back

Jack shook his head, "You know there's always a job open for you in patrol."

Ryan nodded. "Yeah thanks," and he jogged to the front of the SUV and opened the door.

"We're having a BBQ friday at Baxters' house, why don't you come?" Jack called after him.

"I'll try," Ryan yelled back through the open window while Calleigh drove off.

Calleigh walked over to the locker room to grab her labcoat when she heard somebody talking in there. She opened the door slowly and saw Ryan sitting on a bench talking in to his cell.

"Hey mom it's me. Look I'm going to work late tonight, Will you be...."

"Thanks"

"Yeah I know but we could use the overtime"

"I wish... if we didn't need the money I would be back in patrol already. At least the people there look me in the eye."

"Yeah, we used to get by all right but now we only have my paycheck to

live off of."

Ryan looked up and saw Calleigh standing in the doorway.

"Look mom I have to go... See you tonight" he said and then snapped his phone shut.

"You live with your mom?" Calleigh asked in wonder.

Ryan gave her a angry glare. "That's none of your bussness, remember

we don't do small talk, chit chat or any form of conversation that is not

related to work."

He grabbed his coat and walked towards the ballistics lab. They had bullets to fire.