Stella and Sheldon had finished collecting evidence and had gone back to the lab, and so had Danny. "We need to make sure we're very careful with this evidence," Stella reminded them. "This is all connected to that flash drive."

Danny was analyzing what he had found at the electronic lock. It was mostly fingerprints, but he could not help but remember that strawberry scent he had smelled there. He could not figure that out.

Stella did not get anything from the "trash bag art" she had found with a bloody hand print on it. It was too smeared to get fingerprints off it. Sheldon was running the DNA from the blood on the grate. They were hoping it would lead to someone.

Mac and Don left the tunnel under the grate. "Now maybe we will get somewhere," Mac said as he looked at the all too familiar lipstick-shaped flash drive in the evidence bag. "Dunbrook has a lot of explaining to do."

"Are you going to question him now?" Don asked.

"No. We're going to get all this evidence analyzed and then I'm going to get a warrant."

"You think the chief will give you a warrant?"

"He should because this is proof that Dunbrook is involved in that whole thing. It should be proof that he only bailed the city out so that he could be invincible."

"Well, I dont think anyone is going to see that as a crime. You have to admit, if he hadn't done it, we might not have a job right now."

Mac looked at him. "Whose side are you on?"

"I'll put it this way then...people like Adam wouldn't have a job."

Mac knew exactly what Don was getting at. He thought he was secure in his job and did not care about those less fortunate that did not have such a security. "I know all about that, Don," he said. "And I do care."

Mac went on to his Avalanche. He would look at this flash drive again. He hoped he would find something on it that would lead somewhere, and tell him why two FBI agents were so desperately trying to get their hands on it before. At least he could prove that he had not stolen it. He scowled as he thought of that. People might even say that he planted it, pretended that he found it. However, Don had been there and saw it in the tunnel, and everyone knew that he had stopped the subway. There was no way Dunbrook would weasel his way out of this one.

Mac walked out of the elevator at the lab, and he was met by Stella with some information. "Hello, Mac, did you find anything?" she asked.

Mac held up the evidence bag. Stella was surprised. "Where did you find it?" she asked.

"In the subway tunnel," Mac said. "If we find fingerprints on this, we're going to know who dropped it through that grate, and we'll know who was in Dunbrook's office."

Stella put her hand on her hip. "You're just loving this, aren't you?" she asked.

Mac scowled, trying not to look smirky. "Why would you say that?" he asked.

Stella could see that amused look in his eyes as they were just almost twinkling. "Mac Taylor, you would be the best poker player who ever lived if you didn't look at anyone in the eyes."

Mac shook his head. "So what kind of information do you have?" he asked.

Stella showed him the readouts. "There were no usable prints on the plastic bag," she said. "Sheldon is still working on the DNA from the blood on the grate."

"Good. I'm going to run these." Mac went on to the lab to run the fingerprints he hoped he would find on that flash drive. He dusted it and found two very good fingerprints. He lifted them and put one into the scanner. He would have to wait for it to find potential matches and then scan them himself. Then he would have to do the same to the other.

Soon, the scanner had three potential matches, and Mac put the other print in while he looked over the three he had. He scowled as he saw one that was a potential match. It was one of the FBI agents who had pulled him from the crime scene to accuse him of stealing that flash drive. He was not sure he was surprised but if he was the one who had fallen out that window, Mac thought there must be more to this than he thought. He would have to examine that flash drive more thoroughly.

Mac examined the fingerprint of Agent Walsh, and it was a perfect match to the print he had found on the flash drive. He considered what that could mean. Did Dunbrook murder an FBI agent to get that flash drive? Or to keep it from being known that he had it? He had no proof of who fell out the window...yet.

The potential matches to the other fingerprint were ready, so Mac examined them. He was more pleased by this match which turned out to be Dunbrook. He leaned on the table. "Now, Mister Dunbrook, we'll see what you have to say about this?" He could blame Dunbrook for making him a target and giving him all this pain in his arm too. He did not like the man, and now he had even more reasons for not liking him.

Mac had to wonder how an FBI agent got involved in this and what he was doing breaking into Dunbrook's office...if he broke in. There was no apparent way that anyone could break into that office. He was not sure that Dunbrook did not let Walsh in. Dunbrook had a lot of questions to answer.

Mac went to his office and wrote more on his report. He wanted to make sure he did not forget any details. He knew Dunbrook was mixed up in the middle of this, and he did not intend for him to get away with it. He yawned as he finished the report as far as he could get. Then he put the flash drive into his computer to study those files some more. Before morning came, he intended to know more than he knew now.

By the time the sun came up, Mac was leaning back in his chair getting some much needed rest. However, he had definitely learned more than he knew before. He was awakened when someone knocked on his office door. Stella was there, and he waved her on in as he sat up and rubbed his eyes and yawned. "Mac, didn't you even go home?" she asked.

"No," Mac said. "I was too busy."

"Did you find anything?"

"Yes, I sure did." Mac held the flash drive in the evidence bag. "I looked at this information much closer this time. There's been a paper trail created to look like Agent Walsh and Agent Johnson had been falsifying documents, but none of it was true." Mac looked at Stella. "They were getting too close to somebody, and I think I know who."

"You really think Robert Dunbrook is at the bottom of this pile, don't you?"

"I do."

"Mac, he may have had the flash drive so that he could get stories, but does that really make him a murderer?"

"I've been thinking about that. How did he get it? A man was murdered for it, and I want a warrant for his office."

"It looks like you have plenty of evidence to get one if Sinclair will give it."

Just then, Mac's phone rang. "Taylor," he answered. He listened a moment. "We're on our way."

Mac stood up from his desk. "A body was just pulled out of the Harbor," he said. "Could be our victim from last night."

Mac and Stella headed for the elevator, both hoping that this body would answer some questions. It could be just another murder victim but Don said the body looked like more happened to it than just falling in the water.

When Mac and Stella arrived at the harbor, they met Don. "Some guys fishing over there saw the body floating in the water," Don said.

Mac and Stella walked over to the body which was in a body bag now. "Definitely didn't just fall in the water," Mac observed as he looked at the victim's smashed face. "Several of the teeth are missing."

"You can see the pattern of the grating on his face too," Stella replied.

Mac looked at the victim's hands. "Someone snipped his finger tips." He looked at Stella. "Someone didn't want him identified."

"But you have the fingerprint already."

"Maybe we can reconstruct his face to confirm that this is Agent Walsh."

"I hope."

Mac and Stella went back to the office, and Mac waited for Sid to get the autopsy done, but while he was waiting, he got a call from Don telling him that Dunbrook was up paying a visit to Sinclair. Mac left his office and headed for the elevator. The others in the lab saw that he was agitated as he was going.

Mac went to the precinct and to Sinclair's office, and just walked in. Dunbrook was there alright. He was sitting talking to Sinclair. "Well, speak of the devil," Dunbrook said as Mac walked in.

"Mac, you might try knocking before you come barging into this office," Sinclair said.

"I was just telling your chief here that instead of trying to find out who attacked me in my office, you're trying to accuse me of murder," Dunbrook said matter-of-factly.

"Don't try that on me," Mac replied. "Just because you think you can buy the department doesn't mean that you can get away with murder."

"Mac, you just be careful what you imply about the department," Sinclair warned. "No one is buying anything here."

"Why don't you ask him how his fingerprints ended up on that flash drive?"

"Why don't you back up a little and tell us what you're talking about?"

Mac took a deep breath. He thought he was going to enjoy this too much. He took the evidence bag out with the flash drive in it. "We found this in the subway tunnel under the grate where our victim landed when he fell out of Dunbrook's window," he said, trying not to be too smug. "One of the fingerprints belongs to Agent Walsh, a former FBI agent, and the other belongs to none other than Robert Dunbrook. I think Mister Dunbrook here knows exactly who fell out of his window...or was pushed."

Dunbrook stood up. "There you go again, Taylor, accusing me of murder," he said.

"You're not telling the whole story! People who dont tell the whole story usually have something to hide!"

"You just can't stand it because you dont want to be wrong, Taylor!"

"I'm not wrong, and I'm going to prove it!" Mac held up his casted arm. "You see that? I have you to thank for that. You had that flash drive all along, and you knew exactly what Walsh was in there for, and you knew he had it and you shoved him out that window to keep him from using it against you!"

Dunbrook looked at Sinclair. "Are you going to let him keep on accusing me?" he asked. "He has no proof of what he's saying! He just has something stuck in his craw because I helped the city, but he didnt have to worry about his job being lost!"

Mac glared at him and started to say something else, but then Sinclair said, "Hold it. Mac, do you have any proof of what you're saying? I dont see anything here that says anything other than self-defense."

Mac could not hide his frustration. "He's in this up to his neck!"

"You keep him away from me, Chief," Dunbrook said and left the office.

Mac looked at the chief. "How can you let him walk out of here?" he asked. "I'm putting evidence right in your lap!"

"Mac, you can't just go barging into the office of a man like Dunbrook just because you found that flash drive in the subway tunnel!" Sinclair said.

"UNDER the grate where a man's body happened to fall who was pushed out of the window of Dunbrook's office!" Mac reminded him. "Chief, I need that warrant! We're going to find that weapon that killed Kevin Cross!"

"Mac, if I put in a request for a warrant to search his office, by the time it reached a judge, someone would have whispered in his ear, and it would land right back in my lap."

Mac shook his head. "That's called corruption."

"You can call it whatever you like. It's been going on in this town for a hundred years, and it will keep on going on."

"Chief, his fingerprints are on that flash drive!" Mac said as he leaned on the desk. "That's proof that he had it! Isn't that enough?"

"Get more, Mac. You can't get a warrant on a man like Dunbrook because you found a flash drive in a tunnel. A flash drive, I might add, that you were accused of stealing in the first place."

Mac was exasperated. Sinclair stood up. "You get me something more, and I will personally deliver that warrant," he said. "I dont like Dunbrook, but we have to have something more than this."

Mac just stared at him a moment but then he nodded. "I'll get it."

Mac left that office hoping that Sinclair meant that. He went down to the street as Dunbrook was talking to the press. Mac was disgusted with the whole display. Just as he was passing by behind Dunbrook, a shot rang out, and Mac ducked as he yelled for everyone to get down. He had his weapon out scanning the buildings across the street but he could not see anyone, and then Dunbrook stood up saying, "It's okay, everybody! I'm okay!"

Mac stood up. He had a feeling that Dunbrook knew there were going to be no more bullets fired. He went over to the wall where the bullet would have landed and found it. He picked up the bullet with a handkerchief. Dunbrook was beside him. "You still dont believe someone's trying to kill me?" Dunbrook asked.

Mac looked at him. "I think you're a lucky man," he said.

"You do your job."

Mac glared at Dunbrook as he walked away. He would have that bullet analyzed and find out if it was the same gun that killed Kevin Cross. Dunbrook might think he was above the law, but evidence was unforgiving, and did not lie. He would see who had the last laugh when all the smoke cleared.