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"Well Ms. Cavanaugh, we have your statement. Do you think you'll be up for testifying?"

She looked at Duffy, "There's not much more they can do to me, count me in." Duffy turned the tape player off and stood, "Duffy," she called and he turned his gaze to her, "Call me as soon as you hear from them."

"Of course, now call your dad and get out of here," he said helping her up and walked her to his desk where she made the call. Duffy sat across from her, kind of in awe how this 22 year old could muster all this courage and have the balls to testify against Papa Joe. Hopefully they thought she was dead.

"Huh," she said like she just noticed something, "Your eyes are green, not hazel like I thought. Must not have been focusing," she smiled while hanging up the receiver. Quinn studied his face for a moment, he kind of reminded her a little of a young Orson Welles. "So is Duffy like a first name or last name or both; like Cher or Madonna?"

He laughed, "Last name, smartass, first name's Brendan," he smiled.

"Well thank you Brendan for everything."

"Didn't do much just my job," he said.

"You still deserve thanks. I don't know if I could have kept it together as long as I did if you weren't so...you," she tried to explain, but failed a bit.

He winked at her, "You did good, kid. Greenly should be back with food soon if you want to eat while you wait."

"Sounds like a good idea," she said and they waited in silence for about half a minute, "You don't happen to have a blank notepad and a spare pencil around do ya?" Duffy smiled and handed her an 8.5 x 11 note pad with yellow paper and a pencil. She stared at him for a minute while his head was down reading his notes and then typing them up, trying to get a feel for his face. The expressions he used, the wrinkles by his eyes, in his forehead and around his mouth. The cleft in his chin and the eyes, those kind and tender eyes that helped her through the trauma to the other side; a smile crossed her face as she started the outline. Getting his spiky hair just right, it was the perfect amount of messy. The age in his young face, probably from being a homicide detective for years, still there was freshness. His mouth was near perfect, and he almost had the same divot, making an 'M' on his top lip.

Greenly came back with the food from the corner deli while she sketched and he and Duffy talked to Dolly while they ate. She put the finishing touches on her drawing, sucking down the insanely good coffee; she used all the creamers while the guys weren't looking. After finishing half of the giant turkey sandwich, her dad came and got her. He walked in with Agent Smecker and they seemed to be chatting a bit. Something in the way they were talking made Quinn remember why she was at the station to begin with. The FBI agent and her father, still in uniform, walked closer and the three men quieted their conversation.

"You ready Bee?"

"Bee," Greenly asked about the peculiar nickname.

"Queen Bee, have been since I was a toddler," she smiled at him. "Yeah Dad, I'm ready. No offense gentlemen but I hope to never see you again." They laughed a bit and nodded in agreement. Quinn went up to Duffy and hugged him, he was reluctant to return it; afraid of hurting her, "It's ok, you can hug me," she whispered and he gently wrapped his arms around her. "Thank you again for everything, Brendan," and she kissed his cheek, leaving the sketch of him on his desk.

Quinn and her father turned to leave when Smecker called to her, "Quinn, may I speak with you for a minute?"

She turned to her dad, "I'll be right back," before she tried to walk to Paul on her bad ankle, Duffy was at her side and helped her over. "You keep it up, I'm taking you home," she smiled as he helped her into the chair.

Paul smiled, "Now that you lived through the past, the future is ahead. What we're hoping is that Papa Joe thinks you're dead, so he won't come after you, so lay low. We'll have a detail on you and your family through the trial. You are testifying," he paused and she nodded, "Good, you are definitely a brave one, I can see what he sees in you," he winked and then continued, "I'll have them call you tonight, but you can't see them for a while. I'll personally come and get you if we need you. I'm not sure if you or they want you to be part of what's going to happen. I'll explain when we aren't in mixed company," he smiled at her bewildered face, "I'm proud of you and you should be too. Now go home, you've been here too long already." Smecker helped her up and to her father and they walked out of the station. The man from the FBI picked up the folded sketch on Duffy's desk and examined it thoroughly, "Talented girl, huh Duffy," he handed the paper to the detective.