Author's note - Okay so, as I've said in the previous chapters I've had a lot of stuff going on and unfortunately writing didn't help. Bit of a longer chapter now, kind of an apology. Thanks for being so patient. Enjoy!

Slowly they watched as he walked out of the room and in to the elevator. Smiling, Megan felt a tear roll down her face before Tommy wiped it away. Cradling her face in his hands, Tommy kissed her forehead and, for the first time since he got to Philadelphia, felt peace.

It was just past 2 when Tommy got the call. He quickly changed and rushed over to the apartment. The room was quiet and there was the atmosphere similar to one of an aftermath hanging in the air. Drawing his gun, he slowly walked through the corridor into the main bedroom. That's where he found her. She was a lump beneath the covers, shaking and making very little noise yet still breathing fast and heavy. He spoke as he gently lifted the covers off her head. "Hey," he said softly, "It's ok, I'm here now. Nothing can happen to you." She lifted her head and Tommy watched helplessly as fresh tears began to form and roll down her cheeks. "Shh, Megan. What happened?" he asked after she had calmed down a little.

"She was here."whispered Megan, still in shock.

"Who?"

"Ezra George."

To say Tommy was surprised would be an understatement. "As in the woman from the case?" he asked nervously.

Megan nodded. Tommy got up to move but Megan's hand stopped him. "Stay, please."

Body of Proof

The next morning Megan awoke to find her self in Tommy's embrace. He was asleep next to her and it seemed that during the night he had wrapped his arms round her meaning she was now trapped. This wouldn't have been a bad thing if she didn't desperately need the toilet. Trying to move as slowly as she could, Megan attempted to slither out of bed and into the bathroom: with no such luck. Tommy groaned tiredly and reached out to embrace her again. Realizing she was gone, Tommy sat up and started scanning the room for her.

"Hey." she said, standing in the doorway of the bathroom, chuckling.

"Oh, hey. How are you?"

"Better I guess."

"Good."

An almost awkward silence hung in the air, pressuring speech or movement out of one of them.

"Listen, I was going to head in the shower-" started Megan before being cut off by Tommy.

"I'll head back to mine, grab some clothes and make us breakfast?"

"Tommy, you don't have to do that. You came over to help me, I should make breakfast."

"How about we just stop somewhere on the way to work? " he asked, not wanting to cause an argument after the events of the previous night.

"Sure, why not? But I'm paying."

Tommy shook his head and laughed. "We'll see."

Body of Proof

Instead of heading straight to the morgue to collect Stuart Carter's belongings, Tommy decided to go to the precinct. His interview with Ezra George had been uneventful as she had lawyered up before Tommy had even stepped into the room. At least now he had now a witness to one of her crimes, even if it was Megan. He quickly filled a worried Adam in on the night's events and the two of them worked hard to find a case against Ms George.

Meanwhile Megan was sitting in her office looking over old reports (Kate had forced her to rest a little after the previous night) when the phone rang. "Hello, Dr Hunt speaking." she said after not recognising the number.

"Hello doctor."

"Who is this?"

"That is irrelevant, I have some information about Stuart Carter's death."

"We haven't released that to the press yet, how do you know about that?"

"My sources are not needed but I think that you will want to hear me out."

"Go on." she said while texting Tommy the number to trace.

"Stuart Carter was fooling around with a young intern from his company.

Megan sighed. "We already knew that, do you have anything new?"

"This girl was related to both Jonathan Right and Patrick Smith."

"How? Mrs Right claimed to have never heard of Patrick Smith."

"He was her distant cousin as well as being the estranged father of Mr Carter's 'friend'."

To say that Megan was surprised would be an understatement. "If this is true then why wouldn't she mention it? Surely she would want to know who killed her husband and brother?"

"You have every right to be skeptical but if you want proof all you have to do is mention England 1997."

Before Megan could respond the phone went dead and all she could hear was the buzz of the line.

Body of Proof

"England 1997?" asked Tommy.

"Yeah." said Megan, "He said that if she denies being the sister in law of Patrick Smith then we just have to mention England 1997."

"What does that mean?" asked Adam who was leaning on his desk, his brow furrowed in thought.

"I don't know, what happened in 1996?"

"Buffy the Vampire Slayer was on, Harry Potter was beginning to get big, there was an olympics and you still listened to music on portable CD players and minidisks."

"I don't think that's what's gonna spook Mrs Right. Maybe there was some big English scandal?"

"Diana!" exclaimed Megan as she rose from her chair.

"What?" asked both Tommy and Adam, looking round for the woman Megan was om about. "Who's Diana?"

"Lady Diana Spencer, you know, married the heir to the throne of England." The blank look on their faces told Megan just how ignorant they were. " Anyway, she was rumoured to be having an affair with a doctor and ended uo being killed in a car crash on August 31 1997."

Tommy blinked. "Ok so this Lady/Princess woman died, what's the big deal?"

"The death was pretty suspicious. I mean, the driver was apparently drunk yet his blood level indicated that he was sober. Even if he had been drunk there was a bodyguard with Diana who sure as hell wouldn't have put her in danger like that."

"How do you know this isn't just the British government trying to hide the inadequacy of their chauffeurs?"

"Well we don't but it's a pretty approved theory given that tests have been leaked exposing the fact that she was pregnant with the doctor's baby."

"Ok." said Adam, having thought things through. "If this is the event referred to by your mysterious helper then what do our victims have to do with it, most of them were American?"

"I think Ms. George may have had an input given the things she seems to be involved with."

"Great." Interrupted Tommy, "So now we have a British conspiracy on our hands."

Megan shot Tommy a look of annoyance. "Well the least we can do is talk to Ms Right."

"Fine." Huffed Tommy.

"Err," started Adam, standing up from the desk he was leaning on, "Maybe Megan and I should go?" He looked to Megan hesitantly.

"Sounds great." She said with a smile as she began walking to the parking lot. Adam shot an apologetic look at his partner before following after the red head.

Body of Proof

"Thanks for doing this by the way." said Megan after they had both gotten in the car and spent an awkward 5 minutes of silence.

"It no problem." replied Adam. The atmosphere was just getting more awkward.

"Seriously, you knew it was getting weird so you pulled me out. It means a lot that you chose me over Tommy." She smiled.

"Yeah well I agree with you, and Tommy can be a prick sometimes so it was obvious really." He smiled back.

Megan laughed. "You know, I'm glad I decided you were ok."

"I'm glad you decided I was ok. Anyway, how are things with Tommy, apart from that...disagreement?"

"We're good, my mom's not happy but she's preoccupied with my dad at the moment."

Adam laughed. "So you're off the hook?"

"For now. I mean, my dad likes Tommy but he wasn't around when I first dated him so there isn't the same hatred as with my mom."

"You've impacted Tommy a lot you know." Megan gave him a questioning look. "Before you two opened your eyes to each other he was always jealous and grumpy, especially about that Charlie from the CDC. Now he's happier in general and...I don't know, he's content."

Her eyes softened as she took in what Adam had just said. Had she really affected Tommy that much? Before she could say anything though they had arrived at the house and Adam was already getting out of the car.

"Hello, I am Detective Lucas and I believe you have already met Dr Hunt?"

"Yes, yes, have you found out who killed my husband?" Tears were beginning to well in Mrs Right's eyes.

"No I'm afraid we haven't. That is, in fact, why we are here. We need to ask you a few more questions if that's ok?"

"Of course come on in." She ushered them through to the same living room as last time. "Would you like a drink? Tea? Coffee?" she asked.

"No thank you." answered Megan.

Despite the fact that no one had accepted her offer of a drink, Mrs Right took a while preparing her own drink and putting the teapot away. When she was finally finished Mrs Right sat down. "So what did you want to ask me?"

Adam began. "Do you know anyone called Patrick Smith?"

Mrs Right visibly stiffened at the name yet shook her head. "No, I don't believe I do." she lied.

"Are you sure abut that?" pushed Megan. "You see we have reason to believe that he was your cousin."

"OK, so maybe we met at a few family reunions, what harm has it done?"

"He was also murdered, right after he confessed to the murder of your husband." explained Adam.

"What?" Mrs Right shook as she clenched the arm of the chair. "He-he murdered my Jonathon?"

Megan passed her a tissue from her purse. "Well, he confessed to it but there wasn't enough to hold him on."

"So it's your fault he died? Because you had to throw him loose?"

"Mrs Right, if you'd just calm down. We don't believe he was responsible for your husband's death anyway. While we don't have a definitive theory, we think he was the scapegoat and after we released him the real murderer got to him and killed him."

It seemed that the shock had worn off as Mrs Right had composed herself and, it seemed, she was in agreement with Adam and Megan.

Adam looked at Megan before talking again. "There's something else we need to talk about." Mrs Right looked up. "We were told to ask you about England 1996."

Instead if looking stressed or surprised, as Megan and Adam thought she would, Mrs Right looked relieved; as if she was glad that someone had found her secret. "How much do you know?"

Body of Proof

"She just admitted everything?" asked Tommy skeptically.

"Yep, said she'd been living with the guilt for too long."

"But all she did was piss off One Earth and it's founder-"

"The illustrious Miss Ezra George." pointed out Adam.

"I suppose. So what can we do? We have no jurisdiction in England and all she did was plant the rumour about Diana cheating so I don't even know if that's an offense over there."

"Yeah well it seemed that guilt had been consuming her; she was happy to tell us."

"Where is she now?"

"Picking her daughter up from school."

"Ok, I think we should keep this to ourselves, God only knows what the Royal family are capable of-"

Megan cut him off. "We don't know if they did kill Lady Diana."

"Fine ok, I still don't like them though."

"Well that's your opinion. I agree that we should keep it to ourselves though, we have no reason to mention this in our report."

"It's settled then, we have motive but no means or opportunity though."

At that moment Megan's phone began to ring. "Hello, oh hi. Sure, of course. Ok, bye." She looked at Tommy. "My dad wants to see us."

"Is he ok?"

"Yeah, he wants to have lunch with us.

Body of Proof

Megan's dad had reserved a table at a small, airy restaurant by the water. When Megan and Tommy arrived they found Mr and Mrs Hunt sat at an outside table in a sunlit portion of the veranda. They sat down and ordered a drink before greeting the couple. Tommy noticed that, for once, Joan Hunt didn't give him some sort if disapproving look.

"Tommy, Megan, how are you?" asked David.

Megan stayed quiet so Tommy answered. "Well thanks, how are you?"

"We're...good thank you." replied Joan, attempting to be civil with who may become her son in law.

Megan spoke. "How's work?" she asked her mother.

"Rough as always." she answered. Joan and Megan had slowly patched their relationship since the return of David Hunt. "How's yours and Tommy's?"

"Well we have 2 dead bodies and our only lead is a British woman with diplomatic immunity so I don't know, I'd say we're pretty stuck."

"I could help with that diplomatic immunity if you wanted?"

"Mom-"

"That would be lovely Mrs Hunt, thank you." This earned Tommy a glare from Megan but he was determined to stay on her mother's good side.

The two pairs ate quietly, making few comments. While anyone watching the table would think the atmosphere was awkward and tense it was not; the silence was comfortable. No one felt pressured into trying hard to say something. It was almost as if the family had been joined together by the reappearance of Megan's father. Joan and Tommy we're getting along and Megan was busy filling her father in on her various achievements. They spoke of Lacey and her progress at school, she was now at the teenage stage of moodiness and the need to be alone yet had taken no time in deciding that a trip to the theme park with her grandpa would be a good idea. For obvious reasons (Lacey's choice of clothing for the summer weather being one of them) Megan had been reluctant to let her go but, with some persuasion on Tommy's part, she had allowed the trip. After all, she wanted her daughter to have a grandpa.

Eventually the meal was over and the two couples had to go their separate ways. Promises were made and Tommy somehow found himself invited home for dinner the next day. Instead of worrying about it he was happy; happy he had found a family here away from the events of New York.