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A/N: Okay. Thanks to everyone that read and reviewed! Here's the next chapter!!! Many thanks to Axellia for the beta. I don't own the chapter title either. That belongs to Saliva.

Chapter 37.

Click, Click, Boom!

When Danny, Mac and Hawkes arrived back at the lab, they found Cory sitting in the break room, writing on a notepad. Mac nodded to her. "So, I take it that your interrogation went well?" he hazarded as she paused in her frantic writing.

Cory glanced up before smiling. "You could say that. I've got a name of someone that was higher up on the food chain than Jay Roze. Anything interesting at the scene?" she questioned.

Danny answered her, "How about a bullet that was in pristine condition with striations on it?"

Cory's eyes widened. "Wow. That's definitely interesting and surprisingly enough something that Etienne would do. He's always taunting me, so it makes sense." She turned to Mac. "Mac? Since Flack is out on paternity leave, do you know who I can take with me to go question my new suspect? Since this started out as a joint case, I'm willing to keep it that way, in spite of what my new boss says."

Danny choked on a laugh, while Mac just raised an eyebrow. "Why don't you take Angell? She was with us on the school shooting, so she'll be in the loop."

Cory nodded as she picked up her notepad. "On that note, then I'm off. I'll call you if we get any interesting information."

When Cory walked into the station house, she deftly wove her way through the multitude of cops and suspects in handcuffs. It only took her a moment to arrive at Angell's desk, which looked like it had been buried under an avalanche of paperwork. "Jess?" she asked as she looked at the dark-haired detective scribbling madly on a notepad. "You okay?"

Angell looked up and smiled. "I'm fine. Overworked and underpaid…I swear Flack owes me for doing all of his paperwork."

Cory laughed. "Just don't let him try and weasel out of it. You wanna break?"

"What did you have in mind?" Angell returned.

"Got a lead on the weapons smuggling-school shooting case. I'm about to go interview a new suspect."

Angell's eyes lit up. "Of course!"

"Meet me at my SUV in five. I'm going to change out of my pumps," Cory said as she pointed to the pointy-toed heels she was wearing. "They are not conductive to chasing down a suspect if he decides to run."

Angell grinned wryly as she nodded and bent her head to complete out her thought. It would give her enough time to attempt to tidy up her desk, even though she knew that it would be a mess until Flack got back from leave.

It took almost an hour to arrive at the brownstone. Cory had filled Angell in on the case while they were stuck in traffic and once they exited the vehicle, both women stretched out their muscles. Cory looked at Angell before opening the trunk. "I think we need vests on this one. I don't know why," Cory cautioned.

Angell nodded her head. "With how this case has been, I understand," she replied as she strapped the vest into place. Once the vest as settled, she joined Cory, who was making sure that the laces on her boots were tied tightly.

When they got to the door of the apartment, both women unhooked the strap over their gun as a precaution. Angell nodded to Cory, who knocked on the door. "Maurice Sadowski. FBI. We have a few questions for you," she called through the door. There were a few seconds of silence and then the unmistakable crashing of someone going out a window. "Why do they always run?" Cory quipped as she tried the door and found to her surprise that it was open. "I'll follow, you try to head him off," she instructed as Angell took off down the hall towards the stairs.

Cory made her way through the apartment, noticing the flapping curtains in the kitchen. She quickly climbed out the window to see a man climbing down the fire escape. Grasping her gun in one hand, hoping that the man was not armed, she followed him. "Freeze," she called out, hoping that it would slow him down enough to catch him, but it only spurred the man on.

Cory watched as he took off down the alleyway and she jumped the last half of the steps so that she could keep up. Thankful for her boots, which gave her a little more traction, she began to follow him.

Glancing behind him, the man noticed that she was catching up, so he began to turn over trash cans, in hopes of slowing her down.

Cory dodged the first couple of trash cans and brought her gun up. "STOP!" she ordered as she got closer. The man slowed down a bit as he approached the end of the alley, glancing behind in again. He turned over the final trashcan before exiting the alley. Cory tried to avoid it, but it caught her left leg and she began to fall. "Son of a bitch!" she growled as she slid through some sludge resting on the ground. She scrambled to her feet in enough time to see Angell take the man down in a flying tackle with a grunt.

"Thanks, Jess," Cory muttered as she covered the downed man as Angell slapped on the cuffs. Cory turned her attention to the sweating, slightly overweight balding man. "You know, we just wanted to talk, but now I think that you were doing something wrong," she drawled as she looked at her ruined slacks. "You owe me a good pair of pants now."

Back at the lab, Mac was processing all of the blood that they had found at the scene. He efficiently ran all of the swabs and compared them to the blood profile of Jay Roze. He wasn't surprised when he found that they all matched. Securing the evidence, he was walking over to Hawkes when his phone beeped. He looked at the message and changed his course to go down to autopsy.

When he walked into the cold room, he glanced at Sid. "What'd you have for me, Sid?" he asked.

"As expected, COD is a single gunshot wound to the back of the head. Professional hit. I didn't find the bullet, but it was a large caliber, fired at a downward angle, so the victim was most likely on his knees when he was killed," Sid informed him.

Mac raised an eyebrow. "Why do I have the feeling that there is something unusual?"

Sid just smirked. "That's because I would not have called you down if there wasn't. The victim was beaten pretty badly before he was killed. Within moments of his death, actually. There wasn't enough time for the bruising to show before his death. The interesting thing is that I don't show any defensive wounds at all. Mac, he didn't fight back."

Mac looked at the dead body, trying to reconcile the fact that the man had known he was going to die, but didn't fight back. "Anything else?"

"I ran a tox screen. Those results are still pending, but I did pull a couple of foreign fibers and a hair from his clothes," the medical examiner stated as he handed over the plastic evidence bags to Mac. "Hopefully, it will be helpful."

Mac nodded as he turned to walk out of the room. When he got back upstairs, he decided to check in on Hawkes and Danny. Danny was just walking out of ballistics when he stepped on the elevator. "Yo, boss!" the younger man called to him.

Mac walked up to Danny, who was fairly bouncing with energy. "Find something out?"

"Got a match on the bullet that I found under the bed. Matches the bullet that killed Dorian Driscoll."

"The guy that Adam found in the fast food restaurant?" Mac queried.

"That's the one. Here's the kicker, though. We have the gun in our possession. It was basically gift wrapped and left on our doorstep," Danny confirmed. "I'm on my way to evidence to pull it."

Mac nodded. "I'm going to check in with Hawkes. See if he's found anything on the fingerprints."

Cory and Angell guided Maurice Sadowski into one of the interrogation rooms in the FBI headquarters. Cory looked at Angell and then looked at her own clothes. "Give me a few minutes to change. Luckily, I've got some spare clothes here."

Angell just smiled. "No prob. How do you want to play this when you get back?"

"I'm thinking bad cop, bad cop. I'm not in the mood to be charitable right now," Cory drawled as she turned away.

Fifteen minutes later, she was back, a look of annoyance on her face. "I swear he owes me a pair of slacks. I just bought those and I don't think that they are salvageable," she growled.

Angell knew not to respond to that. She just held open the door for Cory to walk in. As they sat down, Maurice gave them a cool stare. "May I ask what I'm being held for?"

Cory just raised her eyebrow. "How about assault of a police officer?" she countered quickly. "All you had to do was open the door, but no, you decided to run instead. You know Maurice, only the guilty run."

"I have nothing to say," the man replied.

Cory shrugged. "Fine. I'll do the talking then. You are an inspector with Port Authority and somehow, someone has been smuggling weapons in boxes of Chinese fireworks. You are responsible for choosing which crates are randomly inspected, are you not?"

He just stayed silent.

"You know, silence here will not help you," Angell told him, knowing that they had to get him to admit to something or they couldn't hold him.

Cory pursed her lips. "That's fine, I'll do more talking. I have a witness that puts you inside the smuggling ring, working with this man," she said as she pushed a picture of Etienne across the table. "Now, I'm a generous person. Even though you ruined my new pair of slacks, I might be willing to make a deal if you give me some information on him."

"I have nothing to say," he responded. "Unless you are going to charge me, I'd like to leave now."

Cory sighed, knowing that she had to cut him loose. "Fine, but don't leave town."

Hawkes was staring at the screen, watching the fingerprints flash by as the computer searched for matches, when Mac walked in. "Any luck?" Mac asked.

Hawkes shook his head. "So far all of the prints except for three have been the vic's. So I'm hoping for a match in AFIS with one of them."

"Anything unusual with the prints?" Mac asked.

"Actually, yes. There was one partial print, covered in some sort of powder on the door frame. I sent the trace over to Kendall to process, but the print is unusable. It was too smeared to get a clear print."

Hawkes turned back to the screen as the computer beeped, signaling a match. "I got a match. It belongs to an employee at Port Authority. A Maurice Sadowski."

Mac nodded. "Send that over to Cory," he instructed as his phone rang. "Danny, what did you find?" he answered.

"The gun is gone, Mac. It's not in the evidence lockup."

AN: Okay guys. 44 hits for the last chapter and not a single review??? Do you want me to continue the story, because frankly, if no one likes it, I'll stop writing it. If you do like it, please review. :p