As Al chased the suspect down the stairs, he worried about Carrie, stood outside with no means of protecting herself if the man turned violent. He watched, helpless, as the man went to pull open the front door. Al yelled for the man to stop for the fifth time already. The younger man turned around, continuing his flight, but as soon as he stepped over the threshold, he yelled and crumpled in a heap on the floor. As Al approached the door, he noticed a crutch creating a horizontal bar across the door. The crutch dropped and Carrie moved into view, framed by the doorway, and inspected the damage.

"Whoops," she said, grinning. Al peered down at the man on the floor. "He alright?" Carrie asked.

"He'll live," said Al, hauling the now conscious but still groggy suspect to his feet.

"Shame," Carrie replied, looking the man dead in the eye. Al saw the glint in her eye and smiled to himself. He knew that look, he had seen it so many times before. The anger combined with the colour of hair her made her look so firey. It was hot. He hated himself for noticing it, but it was.

Back at the station-

Al practically had to force Carrie to stay out of the interrogation room. He entered to see the suspect, now sporting a decent-sized bruise on his forehead, was sitting, looking rather bored.

"Hey," said Al, snapping the other man out of his daydream. The fact he had hurt Carrie made Al so furious about the fact he was just sitting there, he didn't seem to be hurting at all over the death of his girlfriend. But he was professional. He wouldn't fly at the man's throat and pin him to the ground. He'd like to. If he was Carrie he probably would, and might even get away with it. But not him. He was professional.

"Do I need a lawyer?" the suspect asked.

"Only if you've done something wrong." The man said nothing but gave Al a defiant stare. "I'll get to the point Mr. Elton where were you this morning between 3 and 7?"

"Wait, you think I did it?! So I do need a lawyer." He picked up his phone.

"You're avoiding my question."

"I was at a hotel, my hot water broke. You know how it is, a man's got a shower."

"Alone?" The man hesitated, fidgeting in his seat.

"Alone."

"Right, and where were you this afternoon, say around 2?"

"I came home from my hotel around 8, then I stayed there until you showed up," said Elton, lazily.

"Can anyone confirm that?"

"I have a cat, she probably could if you asked her enough," was the sarcastic reply.

"Okay. So how come we have an eyewitness who can put you at your girlfriend's apartment at 2 o'clock?"

"Would you care to produce this witness?" asked the suspect, looking increasingly anxious now.

"Sure," said Al, standing up, "I'll go get her, shall I?" He left the room and beckoned Carrie, who was loitering in the hallway. He told her about the man's request. Carrie set a determined look upon her face and started hobbling towards the door.

"Not so fast tiger, be discreet," said Al, wrapping an arm around her waist from behind, stopping her movement.

"Discretion is my middle name," she whispered, twisting awkwardly around, struggling with her crutches, so they were face to face. She stood up on tip-toes to kiss him before realising where they were and pulling away. Al groaned, disappointed, before opening the Interrogation room door for Carrie to go inside. "Always the gentleman," she muttered into his ear. He smiled into her hair as she walked past him.

"Hey pal," she said, an accusing edge to her voice, "remember me?"

"Can't say I do," the man's face showed no trace of emotion.

"Let me refresh your memory," anger was boiling in her voice now, "about 1.47 this afternoon, give or take, I saw you in a really nice apartment, and you saw me too didn't you and what did you do buddy?"

"Listen, sweetheart, as I already told your boyfriend here, I was nowhere near the apartment." Carrie went to correct the man but wanted to know what Al would say, so said instead:

"See, unfortunately for you pal, I'm a cop. I also happen to have perfect memory, basically, I remember everything. And I remember seeing you at that apartment and I remember you throwing a rock, I remember it hitting me, and I distinctly remember going to a doctor's surgery with a very hot doctor ordering me to use crutches until otherwise instructed. So unless you start talking, I might remember you in a few other places you shouldn't have been. Talk."

"She always like this?" This comment was directed at Al.

"Nearly always," said Al, casting a sideways wink at Carrie, who took the comment with a gracious smile,

"I don't hear you talking. TALK."

"Alright, OK, I was there."

"What did you take?" asked Al

"Nothing, I swear I-"

"Her phone's in your front pocket, I can see it, give it to me." The man sighed and pulled the small, pink phone out of the breast pocket on the table in front of him.

"Why dd you take it?" There was no answer.

"Listen, buddy," said Carrie, "you're currently being charged for assault, breaking and entering, theft and obstruction. Things aren't looking good for you buddy and unless you start talking, I'll add murder to the list."

"I'm calling a lawyer," was the curt and simple answer. Carrie gave an exasperated sigh. Al opened the door for her and they left the room.

"You didn't correct him."

"What do you mean?"

"I know how much you love to correct people, and you didn't correct him when he said I was your boyfriend. Where does that put me in your life?"

"Oh shush," she said, reaching up and planting a kiss on his lips, it wasn't much but it was enough to stop Al talking, "Anyway, I'm going to go and give this to Tanya," Carrie said, holding up the small, pink, phone, "see if she can shed any light on why the boyfriend needed it so much."

"K, you want me to come with you?"

"I'm good, thanks though." She headed off in the direction of Tanya's lab. When she entered, Tanya had her back to the door and was staring wistfully out of the window.

"Hey, am I interrupting something?" Carrie asked. Tanya jumped and turned around. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

"No, come on in. How can I help?" Carrie held out the phone,

"See what you can get off this, can you?" Tanya took the phone and nodded. Carrie turned to leave the room but was called back.

"Carrie."

"Yeah?"

"Nothing."

"OK."

"Wait actually, Carrie.

"Yeah?"

"It doesn't matter.

"Except something tells me it does. Does this by any chance have anything to do with a certain detective by any chance?"

"It might do." Tanya dropped her gaze to the floor and blushed.

"What is it about Nina you want to know?" Carrie laughed as Tanya looked at her. "I'm kidding. Hit me."

"It really doesn't matter."

"Ok, if you do want to ask, you know where to find me." She turned again to back out of the room. "Oh and Tanya?"

"Yup."

"In answer to your question, he's definitely into you." Carrie grinned again and left the room. Tanya smiled to herself and turned back to her work