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The questioning room wasn't a enjoyable place to be. If you were sat in one of them then you were usually in some sort of trouble. Whether it be a suspect of a homicide or being caught lying or withholding information. The room had no windows apart from the double viewing mirror, which Hermione was currently standing behind, and one solid plain oak door. The only entrance and exit from the room. In the middle of the room was a small wooden table-matching the door perfectly- and on one side sat Hollings and his attorney on the other a surprisingly composed Draco Malfoy.

"I have a court date tomorrow morning at ten, you had no right to confiscate his collection." Hollings' attorney said haughtily, sharing a smug glance with his client.

"Well there were burglaries in the area." Draco replied sitting in the chair opposite them "Those keys, they could give us some answers."

"My client can't be tied to any of those burglaries."

"You're probably right but you see I have a job to do and Mr. Hollings here has always been so understanding of that in the past." Draco replied liking the attorney less and less with every passing minute.

"Oh I do understand. I've given you a statement, explained where I got the keys-" Hollings countered, grinning a malevolent grin showing all of his slightly crooked teeth.

"And since you haven't charged him with anything-" the attorney added, his smug grin getting wider.

"Yet, but I'm really looking forward to charging him with this." Draco interrupted, opening a folder that was in his hands and pulled out the crime scene photos of the body what her and Harry had visited just a few days before and placed it in front of the other men. Hollings didn't seem affected-as far as Hermione could tell, but she was never good at psychology- his attorney however seemed to pale, and, what Hermione was glad to note, the smug smile vanished. Draco whistled for effect as he placed the pictures one by one in front of Hollings.

"Look at that, hmm." Draco finished pulling out another and laying it by the first one.

"I imagine it must be very frustrating when you uh, when you can't solve a crime." Hollings taunted, however his eyes kept sneaking quick glances at the pictures in front of him, something that Hermione and Draco both noticed.

"My client is a respected researcher with Whitney Chemical. He hasn't missed a day of work in the past two weeks unless you have evidence to hold him-" said the Attorney sternly, clearly trying to gain control of the seemed to ignore him and placed all of his attention on Hollings.

"Can't stop looking at it, can you Hollings? Hm? What does it do to you? Does it make you hot?" Draco taunted leaning forward a little almost in the man's face.

There was a soft knock on the door to Hermione's right and a very smart Blaise Zambini stood in the doorway of the observation room. In his hand a white cardboard box, seeing Hermione's nod in his direction he briskly entered the room, placed the white box on a nearby side table and turned with Hermione to face the window observing Draco trying to dig up any reaction that could link him with the murder.

"Is that the psycho?" Blaise asked briskly, his tone one of high aristocracy or power.

Blaise Zambini, like Draco and Harry, was a FBI Special Agent, one that Hermione had only met a couple of times both of which were fleeting and usually involved Harry taking the man's coffee mug. His dark hair was slicked back as normal, his hair filled with so much junk that Hermione thought he might be a fire hazard if there were any open flames were around, his cobalt eyes, the same colour as ice, held little, if any, emotion, something that Hermione herself could relate to. She hated showing wearing her heart on her sleeve. The head was more her area, the heart was Harry's.

Harry had once told her that Blasie came from a very wealthy family, one that disapproved of him being in the FBI, and originally came from Europe. Somewhere like Peru or Portugal, Harry had said and that he had been working in the FBI for as long as he could remember and even tough they had worked together on numerous missions they were never close.

"He's brilliant." Hermione answered, sighing in frustration, "He knew we were looking for a pocket knife so he left one in plain site, the wrong one."

"So I heard. If you don't find anything concrete, he walks again, right?"

Hermione sighed, nodding her head slightly in confirmation, "I don't know if Harry or Draco could live with that. Those keys have to lead somewhere."

"Speaking of which," Blaise said offhandedly causing Hermione to bring her attention to him, "What's going on between you two? I heard Potter was at yours when the explosion happened?"

Hermione frowned at his questions. Harry had said that any conversation between Blaise was short, sharp and always about work. They never talked about their personal lives. It was at that moment that another thought struck her. Not many people knew of the explosion. Only her, Harry, Draco, their boss and her team as far as she knew. Both Harry and Draco were his superiors so he wouldn't have known sensitive information like that. Maybe Draco had told him.

"I don't know what your talking about" she replied staring back into his cobalt eyes. She thought she saw something flicker in them for a brief second but as soon as she saw it was gone.

"I have all the files we have on all the suspects." Blaise spoke suddenly bringing her out of her thoughts, he opened the white box and quickly flicked through the numerous files before lifting one out and handing it to her. "People we knew who worked for the Mussetti's six years ago. You've got physical descriptions, blood types, everything we had. It might come in handy if you find anymore evidence on the body."

"Thanks." Hermione replied taking the file and reading it. Her eyes scanning the page in a rapid speed, "After we recreate the bullet we can track the angle of entry based on height and-"

"I don't get it. You don't have the physical round that was shot." Blaise interrupted, a small frown marred his features.

"I'm trying to make one based on the wounds. It could give us the murder weapon." Hermione explained not looking up from the file.

"Clever."

"If it works" Hermione muttered; more to herself than anything.

"Interesting." Blaise commented after a while, Draco and Hollings long since forgotten.

"What is?"

"That a woman of such great beauty can have such captivating intellect." He commented his tone softer and more silky smooth like velvet causing Hermione to snap her head up quick to look at him. "Potter often talks about you, you know," he said his voice dropping with every word, taking a step towards her, "And know you've got Malfoy talking too. About how great you are, how smart, how-" He looked her up and down, in a move that was clearly supposed to be seductive and stepped closer to her, now only inches apart, "-beautiful. I always wanted to see if what they were saying was real. And now I know." His voice was low and what Hermione thought briefly that some women would call seductive. However it caused the hairs on the back of her neck to stand up. She took a step back, feeling the mirror of the interrogation room against her back. The closeness was beginning to make her feel uneasy, his tone sounded low and dangerous almost unnerving.

He reached a hand to slowly stroke her cheek, "It seems you have a way of captivating FBI agents."

She turned her head slightly to escape his hand and finally found her voice. "Is that all?"

"Yes," Blaise replied, his usual emotionless tone returning as he backed away. "Well you let me know if there's anything else I can do for you." Hermione knew that the anything in that remark was emphasised but choose to ignore it.

"Sure." And with that he turned and strode out of the room, not once glancing back at her.

Shivering slightly at the non existence cold, Hermione pushed the unnerving encounter to the back of her mind and returned to watching the interview.

"I can and I will." she heard Draco say, his tone sharp and Hermione could feel the his grip on the interrogation loosening.

"You're fishing. No judge is going to let you keep that collection, Agent Malfoy. You have to know that. We'll have it back by tomorrow." The Attorney finished clicking his briefcase shut and standing up, exchanging a brie nod with Hollings before walking out of the door without a glance back.

"Nice try." Hollings smirked, standing up he cast one last look at the photos, his finger briefly running down the mutilated cheek of Penny Hamilton, the action causing Draco to stand abruptly, his chair tipping to the ground with a loud thud.

"Watch your back Hollings." He growled angrily, his fists clenched by his sides in an imitation of the same move that Harry did to try and calm his temper. "One slip, just one-" he held up a finger close to the other man's face and snarled, his teeth bared and eyes mere slits, "and you're mine, do you hear? Mine!"

Hollings only smirked, his arrogance causing even Hermione to want to wrap her hands tightly around the man's scrawny throat. "I'll be waiting Agent Malfoy," he said, his crooked teeth showing as he grinned, "for you and that hot piece of ass that was tailing you."

He chuckled as Draco growled, "Oh I'm sorry Agent Malfoy, did I offend you? What, are you boning the slag? Or is it Potter?" Something must of passed through Draco face as Hollings smirked, Hermione's lip curled. She knew just how Draco and Harry felt when they couldn't bust this creep the first time. She resolved to work harder to find a link, he couldn't walk again. "Potter. Figures. She should come over some time, I can introduce her to a few of my friends. Let's just say their dieing to meet her." He gave one last smile before turning to follow his attorney out of the door.

"Oh, Agent Malfoy," he said from the doorway, glancing at the mirror where Hermione was stood, looking straight at her. She almost wondered whether he could see through the thick glass. "Give my regards to Agent Potter. Tell him to get well soon." He winked at her though the mirror before walking confidently out of the door leaving a very irritated Draco Malfoy and a disgusted Hermione behind.

Dark clouds covered the normal blue Washington sky and heavy rain pelted the window of Albus Dumbledore's office. All in all the weather represented what he felt. The man in question was sat behind his desk absentmindedly looking over reports from his class. He taught for three lessons a week, a thing what he found calmed him.

It was originally Hermione who had persuaded him to teach-something what she did herself. She said that teaching that one class had helped relive the stress what came with the job and had asked him to take one class of post graduate archaeology students and teach them some of his experience and expertise. That was almost two years ago. One class had become two and soon become three and he now balanced three classes and running the Jeffersonian along with giving talks to local universities on his work in the field of archaeology. A knock on the door brought him out of his wayward thoughts.

"Come in." He called, turning the chair on it's wheels to face the door. He didn't know you to expect, maybe a grad student who wanted his advise or Dr. Ginny Weasley gripping about certain members of the team again. God why doesn't that woman learn, he grumbled, the team will always side with Hermione and throwing her weight around won't help. 'Looks like I'm going to have to have a talk with Daddy again.' He sighed miserably. He knew how that little talk would go. Senator Arthur Weasley will never hear a bad word said about his precious little princess.

'She is no more a princess than I am a baby dragon.' Dumbledore thought, a smile breaking over his lips, 'However a baby dragon is something what describes her.'

Much to his surprise however it was Special Agent Draco Malfoy who entered his office.

His usual well-groomed look long since forgotten. His normally slicked back hair dishevelled, odd strands sticking up everywhere making his hair look more like Harry's and his normal crisp white shirt looked slightly rumpled, with the top two buttons undone and his tie hanging loosely around his neck.

"Yes Agent Malfoy, what do I owe this pleasure?" Dumbledore asked the Agent, nodding towards a chair that Draco gladly sat in.

"It's about Holling's keys," Draco explained, running a hand through his hair making even more strands stick up. "I got the keys on pretty shaky grounds. The judge is going to release them in less then eighteen hours unless we can find something tangible so Granger thought maybe you could help."

"I don't see how I'm an Archaeologist." Dumbledore told him leaning back slightly in his chair.

"She thought maybe you could look at it as though some kind of historical site or something." Draco explained, handing him a small yellow file.

"Hmm, I suppose that's a reasonable assumption. A person's environment is a reflection of who he is." Dumbledore reasoned almost to him self as he opened the file and looked at the pictures of Hollings' home.

Draco leant back against the chair, "He's a predator, very smart, enjoys the game, you know feels like he's untouchable." Draco said quickly watching the other man look at the photos intently.

After a few moments Dumbledore spoke; "The room is centred around this chair. You can see how he surrounds the back and sides by the bulk of keys." Dumbledore explained, pointing with a long knarled finger at the places where he was referring to. The black chair and the three main shelves full of keys. "If this were an innocent collection it would be facing it. This configuration, he's displaying it."

Draco sighed, running another hand through his head. "Well a guy like this, you know his kills are prizes. The bureau is searching through these keys know to see if they can match one to a storage locker or another apartment but there's just too many of them."

"Mayan rulers kept souvenirs of their kills. They called the display a tzompantli. It was believed it showed their strength and power and would strike fear into anyone who saw it." Dumbledore told him looking at the other two photos.

"He's a loner."

"Yes but his gave him enough power and security that he let you into his home. He's right handed, correct?" Dumbledore muttered to himself, not looking up from the file in front of him.

"Yeah."

"Well the bulk of the keys are on his right side. Those of the greatest value to him would be in reach. They hold his power. I would look at any of the keys in the containers on his right side over here." He told the Agent indicating the right hand side of the shelves before closing the file and handing it to him.

"Thank you." Draco replied standing up and taking the file from the other man's outstretched hand. Just as he was about to turn and leave Dumbledore spoke,

"How is Agent Potter?"

"He's fine, he's more worried about Granger-" Dumbledore chucked quietly interrupting Draco's trail of thought.

"Yes, he is always so protective of Dr. Granger," the older man said thoughtfully, however there was a twinkle in his light blue eyes. "It's funny how even in our darkest hour, we still turn to the ones we care about most and try to protect them, no matter what the circumstances. But let me tell you one thing Agent Malfoy. Don't take a person's face value for what it really is. I fear that someone you trust, that you think of as a friend will soon betray you."

"I don't-" Draco began but was once again cut off.

"It doesn't matter Agent Malfoy, do not pay any heed to an old man's rambles, I'm glad that I could be of service, good day." He finished before resuming his earlier duties, leaving Draco to walk out of the office more confused then when he entered.

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