"So, what did you find on those sheets?" Gus asked, looking over at the CSI.
"There were two different types of semen." She said. "One matches the semen found in the victim, and the other matches the victim."
"So, you can place the victim in that bed?"
"Yes, his hairs were also found on those sheets… There were no signs of blood, though. There is no way those were there from the rape. There would've been some blood there. I also found some residual lubricant… Rapists don't usually take the time…"
"Yeah… I know… So you're saying these sheets prove the victim was in that bed, engaged in sexual activity unrelated to the rape?"
"That's what I'm saying…"
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"I think that he is strong enough for me to take out the respirator." Ed said, looking between Jeffrey and Reva. "But he is not completely out of the woods yet. I don't need the two of you compounding his stress levels…"
Jeffrey glanced at Sandy's room door. He didn't understand why Ed had pulled them out of there so soon after Sandy had finally awoken. He wasn't really even paying attention to what Ed was saying. "Does he really need to be in there alone right now?" he interrupted.
"I am going to take out his respirator." Ed replied. "I suggest that the two of you figure out some way to get along… For Sandy's sake… Or else I am going to have to ask one of you to leave…"
"I am his mother!" Reva interrupted.
"I am aware of that fact…" Ed said. "I would have to ask you, Jeffrey, to leave, but…"
"Good!" Reva interrupted once more. "Make him leave!"
"But…" Ed continued as if he hadn't heard her. "I think it would be better for Sandy if he had both of you here with him… At least, for now…"
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"So, you still think O'Neil did this?" Gus said, dropping the papers on Frank's desk.
"What is this?" Frank asked.
"Proof…" Gus answered.
Frank looked over the papers. "This proves nothing, Gus."
"It proves that Sandy…"
"Yeah… I know what it says. Still it proves nothing. For all you know Sandy dumped him after that night and this whole thing was Jeffrey's revenge…"
"Why are you so out to get O'Neil?"
"WHY ARE YOU SO OUT TO PROTECT HIM?" Frank stood, bellowing at him.
"I'm not!" Gus said. "I'm out to get the truth!"
"The truth, Gus, you've never been about the truth! You are always working some sort of agenda… You can bet that when I find out what it is…"
"Enough of your empty threats. I thought you were going to have me thrown off of this case…"
"I never got around to ca…"
"Calling the Attorney General?" Gus said. "You did call him, and I'll bet that he laughed you off of the phone…"
The look on Frank's face seemed to grow more irate with every word that Gus spoke. "THIS IS MY POLICE DEPARTMENT!" he bellowed.
"Oh… I see how it is…" Gus said. "This is about the undercover case isn't it? You're upset that the FBI didn't trust your police department to handle it. And so you're out to get Jeffrey because of it. And then you think that this case has fallen into your lap… And the Attorney General puts me in charge of the investigation… And so now you hate me too…"
"All that these papers prove is what kind of person O'Neil is…" Frank answered. "And now that I know… I'm just beginning to wonder if maybe the two of you have grown close, a lot closer than either of you would let on, while working that undercover case. I know how tedious stakeouts can be. When it's just you and that one other person alone in a surveillance van… And maybe that's why you're so hell-bent on keeping O'Neil out of prison."
If the look on Frank's face hadn't been so serious, Gus would've laughed. "Frank…" he said. "I think that you may have just finally lost your mind…"
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Now that Sandy had woken up, Reva had begun to soften. "Go home, Jeffrey…" she said.
"You're not going to get me to leave hi…"
"Do you think that my son wants to look up and see you covered in his blood. Go home, Jeffrey, get a shower, change… You look awful…"
"So that you can have armed guards outside of the door by the time that I get back? I don't think so…"
"I am asking you for some time alone with my son. I am asking that you have the common decency of not making him relive his horror by sitting there covered in his blood…"
"All right…" Jeffrey said "But I'm coming right back. And when I do… I want some time alone with him…."
"Fine…"
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