Alison took pictures of the dead girl on the bed.

"Hey, what do we got?" Danny asked, walking into the room. Alison lowered her camera.

"Homicide. The girl's name was Andrea Davis. She was apparently found dead this morning." Baez walked over to the body.

"Ligature marks on her neck; looks like she was strangled." Danny glanced over at Alison.

"Do you know who found her?"

"The girl in the adjoining room. They knew each other."

"Okay," Danny said. "You want to go with us or finish in here." Alison raised an eyebrow.

"Stay in here." Baez crossed her arms.

"Why don't you like going on-scene interviews. Greg and Messer tend to do a lot of them. But you only do the ones at the station." Danny looked over that. He seemed just as curious, and Baez was. Alison put the camera back in front of her face. Using it as a protective wall.

"Because I've read my high school friends and family's reports when I was taken." Alison could feel their eyes on her. She took another picture repositioning. "That level of devastation and concern is less overwhelming to me when I'm at the station." She looked around the room then back at the body. "Here is to close." She took another picture. Danny and Baez were silent, but she could tell that they were communicating with each other.

"Alright, then we'll keep you in the loop." Danny finally said, walking out of the room.

"I know."

Greg sat in his office working on a report when there was a knock on his door. Looking up, he found Messer holding the door for Eddie and Witten.

"Found these two waiting downstairs." Greg looked over at his clock, shaking his head.

"Man, I'm sorry I meant to come down and get you two." Messer left, and the two cops waved off his apology.

"It's no big deal, Greg. We just wanted to talk to you about something." Greg pointed for them to take a seat.

"What can I help you two with today." Eddie and Witten looked at each other before Eddie leaned forward.

"We were out on patrol when we spotted a woman exit one of the high-end Hotels. She looked terrified as she hurried away from the building." Eddie looked over at Witten, who nodded in agreement.

"We called out to her, and she stopped looking at us. She claimed that the people she worked for were abusing her."

"She works as a live-in Nanny," Witten explained.

"Right, but before we could get too much information, one of her bosses came down and stopped her from talking to us. He said something about one of his kids hitting her in the face with a toy. Before we knew it, he led her back into the building." Greg leaned back in his chair.

"You weren't able to get any information?"

"She lives in 15B." Witten said. Greg nodded.

"Alright, I'll look into it. Why didn't you bring this up to you CO." The two cops glanced at each other.

"he said that we had no proof," Eddie explained.

"You could go to another Sargent at your station." Witten laughed at his comment.

"We would, but the only other Sargent we could go to is Jamie." Greg nodded.

"I see. Don't worry, I'll look into this." They moved to leave, but Eddie held up her hand.

"Could you keep us in the look?" Witten agreed that she wanted to know what Greg was able to find.

"I'll let you know either way."

Alison walked over to Danny's desk handing him a folder.

"Here's the scene report that you wanted." Danny looked up at her.

"I thought that you would just send someone over with it." Alison took the seat next to him.

"I wanted to see how your side of the case was going." Danny ran his hand over his face.

"Sean was here earlier, and he was able to point me in the direction of a possible suspect." Alison tilted her head.

"Seriously, how would he know?" Danny handed over a list of names.

"Our victim is apparently a video game streamer. She was in town to play in a video game competition." Alison flipped through the crime scene photos.

"That explains the equipment that we found in her room." She pointed at the computer. "The graphic card in that computer alone is worth well over a thousand dollars." Danny looked over at that.

"Seriously." Alison nodded.

"Yeah is every gamer's dream to have one of those. Unfortunately, they are expensive and hard to come by."

"Do you think this might be why she was killed?" Alison bit back a laugh.

"Apart from the fact that the killer didn't take it. No, I think that Sean was on the right track. These people make a lot of money, and if their only room for one at the top. That's a lot of motivation to take them down." Danny looked back at the paper.

"You and Sean seem to know a lot about this."

"Alison stood up."

"I know a thing or two about computers."

Greg walked into the kitchen at Frank's house holding a set of groceries.

"Here are the missing ingredient as promised. Jamie hurried, overtaking them from him.

"Thanks, Sanders. Eddie told me to pick them up, but I had a long week and completely forgot about it." Greg waved him off, walking over to the sink to wash his hands.

"So, how's the rest of the meal going?" Jamie looked over at him.

"Alright, the hot crossed buns look great, but the ham is taking longer to cook than planned." Greg started to pull the ingredients out of the salad.

"It should be fine as long as you put it in at the right time." Jamie handed him a knife, and Greg started cutting up vegetables. "Where's Alison?" Greg asked, noticing that he hadn't seen his wife since he had left to get the missing ingredient.

"She crashed shortly after you left and is upstairs taking a nap while Ethan is taking his." Greg nodded.

"She was up late processing Danny's killer and the victim's friend that tried to kill him." Jamie nodded.

"Sean told me. He felt pretty good that he was able to point Danny in the right direction. I heard from Eddie that you had a busy week too." Greg shrugged his shoulders.

"Eddie and Witten were right to be concerned. I'm just glad that the wife was willing to step up and press charges on her husband." Jamie shook his head.

"Eddie said that the arrest was ruff," Greg added the vegetables to the bowl.

"He tried taking a swing at his wife but never fear my face blocked it."

"I wasn't going to ask you about the black eye, but since you brought it up, why didn't you duck." Greg glared at him.

"Well, I sorta turned into it." Jamie laughed.

"Eddie said you walked right into his fist. This is why you work at the lab and not on the street." Greg pointed his knife at Jamie.

"You know that I made an almost hour-long trip to the store because you forgot something." Jamie held up his hands.

"Sorry, you're right." Greg turned back to his work.

"I'm just glad that it was my face and not someone else's."

"I agree."