(At Charlie Poland's Auto shop)

(Callen's P.O.V.)

I drove into the auto shop lot, and parked next to Sam's car.

On the drive over, I was thinking about what had happened with Emily.

I realized I have been opening up to her the way I have opened up to Sam.

However, there was a difference.

I didn't currently have these unnamed feelings toward Sam like I do toward Emily.

Not to mention, last night, I didn't wake up once.

Not with Emily in my arms. Which, I discovered by waking up about a minute or two before she did.

I'm not sure how we ended up in that position, though.

Regardless, sleeping through the night without waking up, was refreshing. Yet, it worried me that she had that effect on me.

No one else ever had.

I then thought about how Kensi said I was jealous.

She was speculating, of course.

But the more I thought about it, along with thinking about how I felt whenever Emily was with another guy, except Sam, I realized Kensi was right.

I was jealous.

Jealous of seeing Emily with any guy that wasn't me.

I was falling for her.

How I didn't realize that until now, I don't know.

I can't fall for her, though. I just can't.

I didn't have that specific rule for nothing.

I opened the door, and got out of the car, just as Sam opened his door, and got out of his car.

"I was wondering if you were going to show up." Sam said, as we both closed our car doors.

"Why's that?" I asked.

"Haven't heard from you since you left OPS." Sam said. "I see you got a passenger."

I looked at Monty, who was looking at Sam, from his place in the back seat.

"Yeah," I said. "Emily asked me to take him to see Deeks."

"How is she?" I heard Sam ask.

"She's good." I said, looking back at him. "But she doesn't think Charlie Poland is the murderer."

"Why?" He asked.

"She said it seemed 'too easy'." I said.

"I can see that." Sam said. "I mean, what are the odds that an auto mechanic would be the killer?"

Just then, I heard a car horn.

Sam and I looked toward where the noise came from to see a truck pull into the auto shop.

The person parked the truck, shut it off, and opened the door.

Once the person was out of the truck, I immediately knew who it was.

It was Charlie Poland.

"Hey, Randy!" Charlie said, as he closed the door. "What can I do for you?"

"Answer some questions." I said.

"Sure." Charlie said. "About what?"

"Oh, you know," I began, as Sam walked closer to Charlie. "A couple murders and a…" I then looked at Sam. "What was it Sam?"

"A poisoning. Which is considered as an attempted murder." Sam said, as Charlie looked at him.

"That's it!" I said. I then looked at Charlie. "Do you happen to have an answer for that?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." Charlie said.

"Looks like he's doing this the hard way, G." Sam said.

Charlie looked at Sam confused.

"Seems that way." I said.

"Randy, if this is about what happened to Ryan," Charlie began.

"OH! So, you DO know a part of what we're talking about." I said.

"What?" Charlie asked, sounding confused.

"He just lied to us, Sam." I said.

"I hate liars." Sam said.

"I don't understand." Charlie said. "What's going on?"

"Federal agents." Sam said.

Then, Sam grabbed Charlie, and pushed him up against his truck. Charlie's back facing us.

"You're coming with us." Sam said, as he handcuffed him.

"But I didn't do anything!" Charlie protested.

"Why do they always say that?" Sam asked, looking at me.

"Maybe they really believe they didn't." I said. "That is what Nate would say if he was here."

Sam laughed a little.

"Yeah," Sam said. "He would."

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(At the Conner's Suburb)

(Emily's P.O.V.)

After Callen left, I took a long hot shower to clear my head.

I then went downstairs to the kitchen, to get something to eat.

Maybe Callen's right, I thought, as I noticed some things that I thought Marty threw away two day's ago.

Maybe Charlie Poland is the murderer.

But, as I thought that, my gut told me Callen was wrong.

But if it's not Charlie Poland, I thought, as I grabbed the food that was expired, and walked over to the trash can.

Who is it?

I ran through the suspect's once again in my mind.

Pamela Rose has an alibi.

The Winslow's have three kids, so, there is a possibility that neither one of them did it.

This then leaves us with the Poland's and Stefania Garcia.

But Marty and I checked into Stefania's alibi, and turns out, she was in Mexico during that month.

Which brings us to Charlie and Sarah Poland.

And I really believe Charlie didn't do it.

But if it was Sarah, how did she poison Marty?

She didn't put anything in the food because we had lasagna, which was in one big dish, and everyone took their own portion of food.

And the wine we had was the one Marty and I brought over.

It didn't make any sense.

I walked back over to the refrigerator to see what else Marty should have thrown away but didn't, when I noticed something in the back of the refrigerator.

I grabbed it, took it out, and looked at it.

It was a cherry pie.

And there was a piece missing out of it.

Nice to know he listened to me, I thought.

I was about to put it back, but stopped.

I looked at the cherry pie, as a memory from last night resurfaced in my mind.

I walked into the kitchen and saw Marty about to cut into a pie.

"Hey!" I said.

Marty jumped and looked at me.

"You're suppose to be getting ready." I said. "Not about to dive into a pie."

"But, it's pie!" Marty said. "You KNOW I love pie! Especially cherry."

"You say that about every pie." I said.

"Is it not the truth?" He asked.

"Marty, we have to be at the Poland's house in three minutes." I said. "Put the pie away, and get dressed."

"But," Marty began.

I just looked at him.

Marty sighed.

"Fine." He said. "I'll put it away."

"Thank you." I said.

Then, I turned around, and walked out of the kitchen.

"I should have known." I muttered to myself.

I should have known that Marty would have somehow eaten a piece of pie anyway.

And that's, when it clicked.

Marty ate a piece of cherry pie.

I didn't.

The cherry pie is what poisoned Marty.

I dropped the pie and it fell onto the floor, as I backed away from it. My hands shaking.

I ran to the sink, turned on the faucet, and began to wash my hands thoroughly.

Who gave us the cherry pie? I thought, Who gave us the pie?

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

I shut the water off, wiped my hands on a towel I had on the sink counter, and headed toward the door.

Once I reached the door, I unlocked and opened it.

Standing on the other side of the door, was Sarah Poland.

She was smiling at me slightly, as I heard Marty's voice in my head:

"Hey, Honey! Charlie and Sarah are here. And they brought cherry pie over for us."

I was right. Charlie Poland wasn't the murderer.

Sarah was.