(MIT office. Rachel was the first to arrive and exits her office offering Anna a wide smile. Anna, as has become their custom, is making their coffees. Anna doesn't really smile back, she was still struck with guilt about having not reported Neal. Rachel takes her usual stance beside her. Anna can smell her perfume and notices, Rachel clearly spent some time on doing her hair and makeup. She wonders for a moment if her boss ever realized how uncomfortably close she got to people some times, how she seemed to ignore personal boundaries. For the record she didn't, Rachel and her new therapist were working on "boundaries". Apparently, she wasn't clear on personal boundaries and personal space because from a young age her autonomy was never respected and so it wasn't a concept that ever fully formed in her mind. She usually only realized after receiving counsel or discipline for having given someone the wrong impression, writing a 'cheeky' email, or slapping a co-workers arse, that she somehow crossed a line. Even then, she would take the discipline and mentally chalk it up to the other person being overly sensitive.)

Rachel: Are you ready to nail this bastard?

Anna: Interrogation is the only way I ever nail blokes. (Rachel laughs and nudges Anna's arm. She then takes her coffee. Anna looks her over.) You seem in a good mood.

Rachel: (nods) I reckon I am. (She saw her daughter, she had a boost of confidence from both Allison and Robin and today she felt certain they were going to get justice for Zoe.) Something about the thrill of knowing we're about to put a killer behind bars. Makes my spirits feel lighter.

Anna: If he's the killer.

Rachel: If he's not, it's Grandad.

Anna: Boss?

Rachel: Yeah?

Anna: About the interviews yesterday, I-

Rachel: (waves her hand to stop Anna from continuing and swallows her coffee.) The interviews yesterday were held in private, with one hundred percent strict confidentiality. Partially to protect my (finger quotes) fragile feminine ego and partially to preserve our professional relationships. HR dealt with everyone according to the knowledge they did or did not possess. And I know everything I'd like to know about it. (Anna nods, drops her head and sips her coffee. Her boss didn't want her confession or apology. Rachel's tone and raised eyebrows told Anna to keep her mouth shut and that their relationship was a fragile one. Rachel sips her coffee.) What were you going to say?

Anna: Just that, uh, that I'm glad it's all over.

Rachel: (pats Anna on the shoulder.) You and me both. (looks at the clock on the wall) I hope Lee gets here early this morning. We need to go over the interrogation strategy before the lad and his solicitor show up.

Anna: Sammy thought you were going to let him loose on this one, since it's his first arrest.

Rachel: That's precisely why I won't be letting him lead.

Anna: You trusted me, on my first collar.

Rachel: And! And, the lad punched him. Anytime a suspect assaulted me, Sammy's Mum-

Anna: Former DCI Murray.

Rachel: Yes, she'd instantly take me off it. It skews your ability to be objective. And it can be used by the defense if the case goes to court. Being assaulted by the suspect gives you motive to fit them up.

Anna: He's going to be disappointed.

Rachel: (smirks and shrugs) Life is just full of disappointments. (She returns to her office ready to take on the day.)

(A little while later and exactly on-time, Janet and the rest of the team arrive. Janet is greeted with a large smile from Anna but Janet has chosen not to forgive her so quickly for bringing up Mitch's death.)

Anna: Morning Janet.

Janet: Morning.

Anna: Did you, did you get my text?

Janet: Probably. I haven't checked. (She shrugs. She had received them. Anna sent two long messages explaining herself again and apologizing for bringing up Mitch or even implying Janet directly or indirectly led to his death. Bringing up Mitch was a low blow and Janet wasn't going to let Anna get off that easily.)

Rachel: Janet? (Janet turns around to see a brightly smiling Rachel. This infuriates Janet. How dare she act like nothing happened between them the day prior?) Can I see you for a moment?

Janet: Sure. (Her body stiffens and she walks into Rachel's office. Rachel picks up on the rigid walk and Janet's deliberate lack of smile. She was reasonably upset. Rachel pulled the manager card on her yesterday. Rachel hated doing that to Janet especially, someone who she was so close with, someone who held her hand when she found out her baby had died, someone who was there on the first call to pick her and her things up off the side of the road after being chucked out by Nick Savage, someone who went with her to her mother's trainwreck of a funeral. She owed Janet so much, personally and professionally. She hasn't submitted Janet's discipline documentation yet and is tempted, seeing her now, to tear it up and make it alright between them again. But then Janet pushes some hair behind her ears and Rachel catches the glittery shine of the engagement ring on her finger and Rachel is reminded of the impossible situation she's been put in with poor Adam.)

Rachel: (pushes that to the back of her mind, today was going to be a good day. Janet's determination to destroy a good thing with a good man was 100% Janet's problem. Rachel reaches in her leather briefing folder and takes a loose leaf paper. She holds it out to Janet.) I'm just the messenger. (Janet squints at her friend's persistent smile. She takes the paper. Rachel watches Janet open the folded paper.) Charlie, this morning, said she missed you and wanted to write you a letter.

Janet: (can't help herself but laugh) And so she's written all of them?

Rachel: All the easy ones. (The paper is covered in black ink of almost every letter of the alphabet, some in order, mostly all over the place, of varying sizes.) Practice makes perfect. (Rachel smiles brightly proud of her daughter's obvious brilliance. She strains her neck a little to see the letter again and then looks at Janet.) She said she misses her Nan.

Janet: Aw, I can't wait until my actual granddaughter is old enough to do sweet things like this. (She folds the paper and looks back to Rachel whose smile has finally fallen. Her "actual granddaughter"? Rachel subconsciously takes a step back, was this a blatant rejection of her daughter? No. Janet wouldn't. She's her 'Nan'.) Was that everything? Or do you have another disciplinary form for me to sign?

Rachel: (Raises eyebrows) Wow. (Shakes her head stunned by Janet's aggression.) I have half the mind to send you home if you're going to be like that.

Janet: Oh, yeah, send me home. Your top tier interviewer and most senior sergeant, sent home out of personal spite. Smart managerial move there Rach. That'll look dead clever. Especially when we're so close to getting justice for poor little Zoe.

Rachel: I don't need you Janet. I've got tier 3s. We can manage. (points at herself) I can manage.

Janet: (raises one eyebrow sarcastically) Yeah, Right. Course you can.

Rachel: (snaps) Get out! Get to work! (Janet smirks, turns in her heels and heads to the door.) Leave the letter!

Janet: No. (She looks at Charlotte's letter) It's mine. (She exits the office and Rachel can see a few stares at her from the windows. They heard her raise her voice. Rachel couldn't let Janet wind her up. A storm out and a fag would be excellent right now. Rachel sits in her desk and opens her desk drawer looking for something to relieve the stress.)