He hears the phone ring in the distance, the sound muffled as if emerging somewhere from under the water. All he really wants is sleep. For once, his house feels warm, for once he doesn't need anyone in his bed to keep him company. His face is buried in pillows and it feels delicious. Sunlight slips through the blinds and plays with his hair. He still hears the ringing. He blindly fishes for it and slits one eye open. Next second, the phone thwacks against the wardrobe and ricochets under the bed. That does not help, damn Lifeproof. Never thought he would curse something for doing it's job. The sound keeps coming and is so annoying it would frustrate the dead. "All right, you mother...", he spits and gets up.

"Gail. To what do I owe this pleasure? Aren't we done?"

"If only everything was that simple, Robert. "

He rolls his eyes, "What is it?"

"Your job..."

"What about it? Did I forget something on my desk or are you worried about me?"

"Always so mouthy. My feelings are no longer of your concern and right now I really need you to listen".

"You need me? Like that's a first..."

"Robert...", a irritated note creeps into her voice.

"Please, enlighten me".

"You want your job back?"

"I thought that offer was off the table?"

"The circumstances change".

"I see".

"I won't be another Julia".

"Ah, the plot thickens. If I were to take a guess, you want Bianchi's box. True or false?"

"That's not the only thing. I want Zepeida's case closed. And ADA's ass, too".

"Nuts and greedy. And why do you think I would do that for you?"

"You have a compelling reason. I have your son".