'I don't like this position but I have to ask. Are we any closer?'

Esposito nodded as he stood in front of Karpowski's desk, gave her his updated report. 'Sir, Riley Fontina is currently pulling as much external data as he can on her Internet life-'

He was cut off when the captain's desk phone rang, and she subtly dismissed him, leaving Esposito to wander out; when he did so his nose immediately caught a very familiar scent and he honed in on the cluster at Ryan's desk.

'You greedy bastards!'

Esposito's eyes went wide when he saw the Tupperware box on his partner's desk, recognized his wife's baking in both Ryan and Adam's sticky little fingers straight away. 'You didn't tell me my wife was by with treats?'

'Actually, it was my wife,' Adam mumbled around a mouthful of butter-cake. 'Apparently she and Mally won some kind of cupcake contest and they got to bring by the snacks.'

'Oh, it was Cupcake War day. Those are always a good day at Casa Esposito. Who was the winner?'

'Mallory's Marshmellow Dreams,' Ryan replied. 'Chocolate cupcakes with peanut-butter marshmellow fudge frosting.'

'Tell him what you pulled off,' Adam told Ryan, pointing at Esposito before licking red-berry compote off his fingers. Damn, his wife made good cupcakes.

'I got a judge to sign-off on a warrant for Daphne Newman's electronics, including her work-phone,' Ryan bragged like a proud papa. 'Before you even have to ask, they records are coming through shortly and the home computers and Will's phone are up with CSU right now.'

'Is Riley back in fighting form?' Esposito inquired, snagging a cupcake.

'Sure is, looking strung out from lack of sleep as any daddy with a toddler at home should. But he is still our Cheese Whiz and the idea of helping take down Kali Wenthram has put a little spring in his step for sure.'

'We all want that,' Adam agreed on a yawn, which had the others looking at him with the appropriate concern of big bros to the younger one.

'Dude, when was the last time you got a proper night's sleep?' Esposito asked.

'Last week, I think it was Tuesday.' He fidgeted a little. 'Meredeth said she's keeping Zane for a sleepover tonight so Lindsay and I can have a night together just ourselves.'

'Hey, cheap as it sounds, sometimes the best to clear your mind is just pouring all that emotion into some seriously down-and-dirty sex with your wife,' Ryan pointed out, wagged his thumb between himself and his partner. 'God knows we've both been there, so has Kate and Lanie and Shane too.'

'I know the healing effects of sex with my wife, believe me. It's the getting home to see her part.'

Before Adam could go too far into building up a nice steamy scenario with Lindsay, the desk phone rang and Ryan picked up.

'Ryan.'

The others waited with baited breath, watched when Ryan closed his eyes and did a single fist pump. 'Right, we're on our way.'

'I wasn't expecting Huey, Dewey, and Louie.'

'Quit whining or you won't get one of these.'

Esposito held up the box of cupcakes as he stood beside Riley Fontina's chair in the AV lab of CSU. The man was in full new-daddy mode, no question - pictures of his lovely wife and fellow CSU tech Susan Andrews lying in bed, sitting in a rocker, stretched on her belly with their bouncing baby boy they'd named Andrew Raffaele Fontina, and smudges like bruises beneath Riley's eyes to indicate the level of sleep he was getting, or rather not getting these days.

'How old is your little guy now, Riley?' Ryan asked, to counterpoint Esposito's brusqueness.

'Just turned one on July twenty-fifth. He's walking and talking already, and says he wants to watch movies and blood all day like Mommy and Daddy.'

'Sounds about right.'

'So what's the big something?' Adam asked as Riley selected a chocolate cupcake from the offerings.

'Right the big something.' Riley spun back to his console, apparently perked up from the homemade pastry. 'I was combing through the emails on Will Newman's home computer and found something rather interesting. Guess who was emailing to username laurel-underscore-turner at ?'

'Will was emailing with our killer?' Esposito replied in disbelief, then lifted an eyebrow when Riley shook his head.

'Nope. Daphne was emailing with her cousin.'

'Cousin,' he repeated. 'Kali Wenthram is Daphne Newman's cousin?'

'No, Laurel Turner is Daphne Newman's cousin. Laurel Turner also filed charges with the Sixty-Fourth precinct that her purse had been stollen when she was at a restaurant in Alphabet City two weeks ago. She'd been carrying her phone, her wallet which had her credit card and driver's license, and three hundred cash, and her iPad.'

'Okay, so what does that have to do with-'

'Laurel does not own any other laptop, according to the report. All her information is on that iPad.'

'Which means we can GPS track her, but Kali's smart she would have thought of that.'

'True, but we can also track the iPad's serial number through the wifi signal sent out by the iPad regardless of whether the GPS is turned on or not.'

'You can do that?' Esposito asked in wonder, and Riley nodded, poked his tongue out to catch cupcake crumbs.

'If you are the uber-est of the ubergeeks, which I am, you know how to do it in your sleep. But that's not even the big thing.'

'Seems pretty huge to me,' Ryan commented, and Adam snickered.

'That's what she said.'

'Guys, grow up,' Esposito barked and they snapped to attention. 'What's the other big thing?'

'Did you know that Daphne Newman was adopted?' When they all shook their heads, Riley snagged another cupcake to take home to his baby mama. 'As per my orders, I dug up anything I could on her and she might have been legally listed as Daphne Turner before her marriage but she was born Daphne Wilson.'

'Wilson.' The name rang a bell for Adam, making his neck itch. 'Wilson, why is that name so familiar?'

'It's one of Kali's aliases.' Ryan felt the itch too, the puzzle pieces shift in his brain.

'She used it on Thea and Melonga's friend Chantal the night she went missing. Kristy Wilson, that's it.'

'So I did a little digging again, and it turns out Daphne Wilson did indeed have a sister named Kristine but here's a cliche old as time. They were identical twins.'

'Fuck me,' Esposito breathed with a shake of the head. 'This is like a fucking goddamn soap opera more and more!'

'Tip of the iceberg, my friend,' Riley informed the trio of stunned detectives. 'The mother was a stereotypical teenage loser, crackhead high school dropout who got pregnant by some street thug and put the babies up for adoption so she could continue her miscreant ways. The babies were adopted by two different families, the Turners for Daphne and another family of Wilsons who were no relationship to the birth mother for Kristine.'

'That...' Ryan trailed off, realizing his thought wouldn't make much sense.

'That what?'

'Well, that might explain why Kali went after Will.'

'The connection that Will was a target because he was a cop investigating Kali seems stronger than Kali making Will a target because of some twisted circumstance of birth with his wife.'

'I suppose but here's the kicker of it all. Kristine Wilson died twelve years ago in a diving accident in Fiji, during a trip that Laurel Turner was taking as well. I accessed Daphne's email around that time and it turns out that her cousin didn't talk to her for a few days and then she comes back and tells her all about the accident.'

'So...' Adam trailed off, let his brain spin. 'Kristine Wilson, our Kali, trades lives with Laurel Turner, uses that as her clean living front and then uses her real identity to be a treacherous, murdering bitch?'

'Yes.'

'Which then begs one very good question,' Ryan pointed out, giving voice to what they were all thinking. 'What the fuck is Daphne Newman's game?'