John put his notes from the video in the file folder on his dad, then set that one aside. They were still waiting on the warrant, but overall, he felt good about it. Like it was over, that someday very soon, he was going to be able to tell his mom and his brother that he'd done it.

He picked up Natalie's file, right below it, and opened to the page with the unidentified fingerprint. He pulled fingerprint, thinking he would run it today, when there were a few less people in the squad room who would see. He started reading the papers behind it. His dad had documented every effort seemingly either of them had made to find her. Maybe it was the lack of burden he felt weighing down on him, but he felt like he was reading some of these notes for the first time.

There was an interview with someone from the hospital he'd done, asking about the night she was dropped off, lists of places he'd searched and people he'd asked about her. He'd kept at it even when he'd gone off to the FBI, and, he guessed, once he'd moved to Llanview he was still making phone calls about her, or digging around her new-found family to maybe get some sort of information.

If he'd thought it would get him anywhere, he'd do the same thing, but he knew her family didn't know anything more than he did. In fact, they knew even less.

He wanted to call her and tell her he'd done it. There wasn't a moment that went by where he didn't want to talk to her, but he always liked sharing good news with her. She'd get a big smile on her face and rush to hug him. He loved when she did that, when she hugged him it felt so right, like he was meant to be doing that.

Then again, he was meant to be with her.

"You must be John" he hear upon following his dad into the station.

"Yeah" he answered.

"Bo Buchanan"

"Nice to meet you, Commissioner"

"Come into my office" he said.

John followed, taking the seat offered to him, and wondered if this was an interview or an interrogation or just par for the course in such a small town.

"I have some questions"

"Okay" John said.

"First off, are you still in the FBI?"

John chuckled, immediately seeing why his dad liked this guy so much.

"I guess you and my old man have some things in common" he said, "No, I'm not in the FBI"

"I don't like interference. If you're undercover, I demand to know now, and believe me there will be hell to pay if you lie to me"

"Believe it or not, I didn't like interfering, either. I'm not undercover, I'm not still with the FBI"

"Good" he said, "Your dad talks you up quite a bit"

"Yeah, well, he's proud he got one son in the force. Out of the feds"

"We're glad to have you" he said, "But, I'm just wondering why you're here?"

"What?"

"You had a job with the Bureau with ACPD you scored really well on the detective exam"

"Time for a career change"

"This seems like a step backwards for someone with your credentials"

He was quiet, after all he agreed with him.

"So why the change?"

"Look" he said, "I got shot at, my mom freaked out, I got spooked, she wanted me closer to home, and here I am"

"This isn't your home"

He shrugged, "I guess it is now"

"I know your mother. She can drive a hard bargain"

"Yeah, that sounds about right"

"So it was that easy? Just up and move?"

"Pretty much"

"No girl to say goodbye to or convince to come with you?"

John looked the older man in the eye, "And what have my parents told you about that?"

"Nothing" he said, clearly confused, "I just figured, you're a young guy, you must have someone-"

John looked down, "No, there's no one for me"

"I take it there was once"

John didn't say anything, not quite sure that there was anything to say.

"That's about the same response your dad gave me" he said, "Well, I'm not quite sure I understand why you're here, but I'll have you as long as you are. I'm sorry I can't offer you a better position"

He shook his head, "A change of pace will be nice"

"That'll be all, Detective"

"Thanks, Commissioner"

"You got your warrant" Hugh said, walking into his office, placing the warrant on his desk.

John picked it up and took a deep breath. This was real. All he had to do was arrest the guy.

"You ready?" Hugh said.

"I've been ready for a few months now" John said.

"I hope you're proud" Bo said, standing in the door way.

John looked down, "It's not over yet, Bo"

"No" he said, "But your dad would be very proud of you. After this, it's all out of your hands"

"Let's get him" John said.

"Take two uniforms with you" Bo said, "and no complaints. We're doing this by the book. I don't want your father's murderer getting off on a technicality"

John nodded.

The two uniforms watched him carefully. They'd driven in a cruiser, and he'd taken his own car, sure that if he was left alone in small confines with Truman, he'd do something he'd regret. He knew his reputation of a bad guy preceded him, but these two looked scared out of their minds. They stood outside his door, and John could feel his heart rate rising. This was it.

"Lutenint?"

"Yeah, let's do this" he said and knocked on the door, "Police, open up"

There was no answer, but John could hear quick feet on the floor inside and some muffled conversation. As any cop would assume, John thought he was making a run for it.

"Pull your weapon" John ordered of the two uniforms and as he drew his, kicked the door down, and the three of them headed in.

"Truman" John yelled, seeing him come out of his bedroom.

"Now, there's no need to yell, I was just in the other room, what can I help you with, Lutenint?" Spencer started.

"Oh, don't worry, i didn't come for your help" John said.

"Then what is the purpose of your visit? And was knocking the door in really necessary?"

"Spencer Truman, you're under arrest for the murder of Lutenint Thomas McBain" John said, and went to handcuff him.

"I assume you have a warrant and this isn't one of your lawless brigades?"

John pulled the warrant out, "Read it and weep, Truman. You're going away" he said, "Now put your hands behind your back"

Spencer sighed, "I hope you know this is all in vain. I didn't kill your father"

"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney and to have one present with you during questioning. if you cannot afford an attorney one will be appointed to you. Do you understand your rights as I have explained them to you?"

"Yes, I do. I do not understand why I am being held responsible for a crime I did not commit"

"Aren't you-"

He was interrupted by a loud thud from his bedroom, followed by a muffled "OW". Then, John heard footsteps.