"Oh my God Jeffrey, what happened to you?" Cassie screeched, standing in front of him.

Oh no. Not her. Not this. Not now. "Cassie, I really, really don't have time for this right now." Jeffrey said, pushing his way past her.

"The police were searching your room… What is going on?"

"Cassie, I said I don't have time!" And with that he shut the door in her face.

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"Oh no. Did he…" Reva walked backed into the room.

"He's asleep." Ed said, glancing around. "Where's Jeffrey?"

"He went home to clean himself up. I'm sure he'll be back here long before he should be…" She looked down at her son, he still looked awful, but at least the respirator was gone. One less machine…

"You look exhausted." Ed said.

"I am…" Reva replied.

"Maybe you should get some sleep…"

"I want to be here with my son." Reva said. "Anyway, I promised Jeffrey that when he got back he could have some time alone with Sandy… I can get some sleep then…"

Ed raised an eyebrow, instantly curious. Had he heard her right?

"What?" Reva said. "What is that look for?"

"Nothing…" Ed said before leaving the room.

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Jeffrey looked around his suite. The place was in shreds. CSI teams weren't very considerate. And hotel staff hadn't bothered to give him new sheets. He'd have to complain about that another day.

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"Look, man I'm in the middle of an investigation right now. So whatever this is that you want with me, can it just wait?"

"Mr. Aituro." The man replied. "I don't believe that you know who I am. If you did, then you most certainly wouldn't be talking to me this way."

Gus looked more annoyed than incensed. "All right then, well, who the hell are you?"

"I'm an Assistant Director at the FBI…"

Shit. "And what do you want with me?"

"I need to know why you exposed our undercover operation to the local police. We did so much to keep this thing under wraps. We even had the Attorney General put you on the Foster case to ensure that Agent O'Neil wouldn't be exposed. And now you've got the local yokels…"

"Hey…" Gus said. "Agent O'Neil is the one who talked about the undercover operation when he knew that the police were standing on the other side of the two-way mirror. All right, I did nothing wrong here. All I did was question the suspect... And your department should know better than to keep undercover agents in the registry that any CSI can just look up with the click of a mouse…"

"How many of the local officers know?"

"The CSI team knows… And Officer Cooper…"

"Can we trust them to keep this thing hidden…"

"I… honestly… don't know. I suppose you should talk to them."

"Do you know where Agent O'Neil is? I've been trying his phone all morning. He is never without that thing…"

"Well… if his declarations of love meant anything more than bullshit, you'll probably find him at the hospital…"

"If his undercover status gets out into the general public, we will have to boot him from this operation. And I don't think that we can afford to do that. We've been working this case much too long…"

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