Author's Note: Chapter 7 : ) I hope this didn't make you have a heart attack ; )

Greg was sitting in the car, waiting for Nick to come back outside. He had run inside to get a warrant for Fiona's condo and to bring Fiona into questioning. Nick came back and got in the car, pulling it out of the parking lot.

They drove to Fiona's house and knocked on the door. Fiona answered and glared. "You two again? Really?"

"This time we have a warrant, ma'am, so if you could just step outside with Greg, I'm gonna take a look around then you need to come down to the station with us,"

Fiona scowled at Nick and stepped outside and stood next to Greg. While Nick walked in with his kit, Greg looked at Fiona. The rims of her eyes were red, her hair seemed aberrant, and her clothes were wrinkled. "I'm very sorry for your loss," Greg murmured quietly to her.

"No, you're not," Fiona scoffed. "You think I did it, for God's sake,"

Greg closed his mouth and stuffed his hands in his pockets. Fiona sighed.

Nick emerged from the house a few minutes later with one evidence bag. Greg knew that there was paint samples in the bag. "This way, Miss Coyne," Nick instructed as they made their way to the car.

Fiona crossed her arms, and sighed. The metal chair she was sitting in was uncomfortable and the enclosed gray room made her feel small. She started tapping her foot.

"Are you sure you don't want a lawyer?" Greg asked as Nick sat down with the case files.

"I'm sure," Fiona said, aggrivated.

"Okay, then," Nick answered. "Now, for the record, how did you get that scratch on your hand?"

"I already told you. My girlfriend's cat scratched me. Wanna take a sample of it and compare it to Mr. Tuxedopants' DNA?"

Greg stopped himself from cracking a smile at the name. Nick showed no emotion. "No, but we would like a sample of your DNA,"

"Fine," Fiona sighed again and sat up straighter in her chair. Nick pulled out a swab and Fiona looked around uneasily. "I want him to do it," She looked at Greg.

Nick nodded and handed the swab to Greg. Greg leaned across the table and swabbed Fiona's cheek. "Thank you," he said, sincerely and capped the swab.

"Is there anything else you'd like to tell us about you and Imogen's friendship?"

Fiona's eyes tightened. She stared down at the table, emotionless. "She was my best friend," She whispered brokenly.

Greg stood up. "That's enough," He said with a thick throat. For some reason, this case felt different to him. Seeing all the people react to Imogen's death made him feel bad. Like he was the one that lost someone. "Thank you, Fiona. You're free to go now,"

Fiona stood up and walked out of the room. Greg sat back down. "Man, what was that?" Nick asked.

"She didn't do it," Greg insisted.

"Greg, you gotta quit acting like you know these suspects. She might have done it,"

"She didn't," he repeated.

Nick was going to press on, but his phone rang. "Hey, Wendy, what's up?"

Greg reached up and rain his fingers through his hair before resting his face in his palms. This case was so emotionally draining for him. He sighed.

"Really? Wow, um, thank you, Wendy,"

Nick closed his phone and sat back in his chair. Greg sat up and looked at Nick. "What's up?"

"That semen you got from Imogen's bed...It wasn't Eli's," Nick said.

Greg's eyebrows shot up. "Who's was it, then?"

"Officer Mason,"

Greg's mouth dropped. He swore he felt his chin hit the table. Everything in his mind spun. Eli's best friend was sleeping with his girlfriend. The baby...Spinner's remorse...Eli's sadness. Greg felt like he was falling.

"Do you think Eli knew?" Nick asked.

"He definitely didn't," Greg managed to choke out. If Eli had known, there was no way he would be able to look at Spinner - Greg knew that much.

"Should we tell him? I mean, what about the baby? Doesn't he have a right to know?"

"We can't tell him that!" Greg yelled. "Imogen just died. Eli doesn't need to be thinking about her that way now that she's gone. It's between Eli and Spinner. Let Eli find out on his own and deal with Spinner,"

"What if he already knew?" Nick mumbled. "What if 'dealt with Imogen' by killing her?"

"N-No," Greg shook his head. It sounded probable, but the look on Eli's face kept creeping into his mind. He couldn't have done it. Could he? "What if it was Spinner?" Greg asked, trying to get the blame away from Eli. The kid has been through enough. "What if he really loved Imogen and killed her because he wanted her to himself?"

"I think we should talk to him, before we talk to Eli," Nick suggested.

"Yeah...Yeah, you're right," Greg shook his head. These weren't his friends and their personal life wasn't his buisness. He just needed to figure out who did this to Imogen, and put them away.

Author's note: I just want to make it clear that I know Spinner would never do this. It just needed to happen for the plot's sake. Any new theories or ideas NOW? ; )