"Hey, look at this," Callie points at one of the photographic films, the one taken of Erin Cleats' skull, "multiple fractures."

A cross junction of lines run across the left side of the skull.

"Looks like these were made a few weeks ago," she observes, "What did Carlos say about this in the report?"

Daniel quickly flicks through the file until he finds the X-ray analysis.

"He said that they looks like they were made between 2 or 3 weeks ago, but the remodelling around the edges were looks like debris from the fire," Daniel responds.

"Not this looks old, it was definitely made a few weeks ago," Callie replies, confidently, "if she went to hospital, we may be able to find an ID based on this injury. Can you get hospital records from here?"

"No, but you can…" Daniel begins, but is cut off with the arrival of Captain Burbeck.

"Is Detective Longworth always this difficult?" he asks.

They stop and look at each other, not knowing exactly who this man is.

"Captain Martin Burbeck," he extends his hand, which they reluctantly shake.

"You know Jim Longworth?"

"He was working for me on a case," he explains, very briefly, "a confidential one, but he has put me in a difficult position."

"And what's that?" Callie asks.

"There is a meeting in the conference room, in half an hour, about the case, it's best if you hear it from me than Jim," Burbeck turns on his heels and leaves efficiently.

"Okay…" Daniel isn't sure of what to make of him, he is trespassing, whatever precinct he was from.

Callie doesn't like him, from how he made Jim out to be, he sounded like a traitor. Jim isn't a traitor; he would never do such a thing.

Manus suddenly knocks at the door, startling both Callie and Daniel.

"I guess that you have just met Burbeck," she asks, when they nod back, she continues, "I know, he's an ass, even more than Jim. Anyway, Carlos is on his way back with the footage, let's hope it will help."

"Okay, I'm going to go to Palm Glade Central, see if I can find our victim," Callie offers, "besides, I need to apologise to Jim."

"Well, don't forget the meeting," Manus reminds her, "I know we're all dying to know what this damn case is all about."

When Callie arrives at the hospital, where Jim was at the front desk.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"Hi Cal, what are you doing here?"

"Jim, don't avoid my question, what are you doing?"

"I'm checking myself out," he replies nonchalantly.

"You think that's a good idea?"

"Someone is dead because of me, I have to at least do something."

"And you can't think lying down? Jim, the best thing for you right now is rest, you still need to recuperate from the stab wound."

"I'll be fine, just as long as I have some pain killers handy," he smiles bravely, although still in some discomfort.

"Right, fine, just let me look something up first," she knows the nurse behind the desk, and so she is able to access the computer records.

"You found something new?"

"Yeah, the victim suffered a blow to the head around 2 weeks ago, if we can find a woman on the database matching her description, then we can get and ID," Callie types in the details quickly.

"Hey, look at you thinking like a cop," Jim smiles, "But there's no need, I'm coming clean about all this. Her name is Erin Cleats, but I don't think she'll be in your database."

"Hang on," she adds the name to the name boxes, and presses enter, "No matches found, that's odd. An injury like that would have required medical attention, so why…"

She looks at Jim and he nods, as if reading her mind.

"C'mon, I'll tell you everything on the way back to the precinct," he holds out his hand, she takes it and squeezes it, the hurt of distrust that she felt earlier evaporates in to dust.

"We really must begin," Burbeck starts, whilst Colleen is pacing the floor, Daniel is twiddling his thumbs and Carlos is dozing in his chair, having still not recovered from his lack of sleep.

"I don't understand, she left an hour ago," Manus talks to herself, "Why isn't she back yet?"

"She said that she wanted to talk to Jim," Daniel suggests, "It's possible that they are just talking."

"He's probably just filling her in about this case, which is why we need to get started," Burbeck pushes.

"Fine, we can fill her in if Jim is still being mute," Colleen sits, though she cannot stop glancing towards the door.

"Nothing that I say can leave this room," Burbeck looks at each of them sternly, "the case concerns Congressman Thomas Cleats. We've been looking into missing funds that the congressman had accumulated, but as he has friends in high places, he's been untouchable. His wife, Erin was going to testify against him on two counts, spousal abuse and fraud. She was under Jim's protection when the fire broke out, he had a copy of the files, so we still have evidence."

"Do you have anything connecting him to the murder?" Carlos asks.

"No, I was hoping you have, since he has the only motive to kill his wife, well, from what we know anyway."

"And you didn't want us to know this because…" Colleen confronts him.

"The information is sensitive, like I said, he has friends, if one of them were to say anything, then he would just disappear, we couldn't risk it. It's only because Jim threatened to expose it that I am telling you now."

"Okay, so what do we do now? Can we get a warrant to arrest him?" Carlos enquires.

"Not yet, we need a significant piece of evidence to do so," Colleen sighs.

"What about the petrol station?" Carlos suggests.

"And the gravel?" Daniel asks, "With those we have probable cause."

Colleen turns to them, "Get on it now. I'm going to phone Callie, we need her here to help. Thank you Martin."

"I'm sorry for being cold with you earlier, you understand the difficulties with high profile cases." He stands and shakes her hand gratefully, then he leaves swiftly.

Manus pulls out her phone, and finds Callie's number in her phonebook, she presses 'call'.

Her phone vibrates, shivering between small shards of safety glass that had come from the windscreen. The windscreen had been shattered as a result of the crash, where the car lies on its roof. Callie and Jim are unconscious in the front seats, held only by their seatbelts that keep them upside down. They haven't moved in a while and blood drips down from their wounds to the roof. A hand pulls Callie's phone from the glitter like shards of glass, the thumb presses 'answer', he pulls it to his ear.

"Too little, too late…" two lips cruelly whisper down the phone.

The phone is dropped to the floor and Thomas Cleats' foot crushes it.

A/N: Me again! Thank you so much for all the great reviews and the amount of views too! It's incredible! I will update asap. Much love, CM14. :)