Alison held up the police tape for Danny and Baez to walk under.

"What do we got, Al."

Danny called out to her.

"DOA under the bushes over there. No I.D. No personal property. My people are working on the pictures now. I should be able to realize the scene to the coroner in the next 30 minutes."

"Any signs of foul play?"

Baez asked as they walked over to the body.

"Not yet."

"Who found the body?"

Danny asked. Alison pointed to a man in jogging clothes.

"Him Name's Elon Lubin.

He was jogging, checked his watch, then noticed him under the bushes."

"Thanks," Danny said. Alison took the opportunity to walk back over to the scene.

"What do they think, boss."

Adam asked, taking a picture.

"I don't know they're going to talk to the witness." Adan shook his head.

"I hate cases like this."

Alison started filling out the scene report.

"Like what?" Adam gestured around them.

"Like this. Where the VIC is down on their luck, and they get killed. But no one is looking for them." Adam stood up, looking down at the body.

"It must be hard to live a life so alone." Alison looked over at Adam.

"Do you want to take point on this case?" Adam turned, looking at her.

"But I'm not the right level." Alison waved her hands.

"I'll still be here to oversee everything, but you can make the calls. If I think it's a bad one, we can discuss."

"Thanks, Boss."

"No problem."

Greg walked into Erin's office, where Antony was already sitting.

"You wanted me to stop by." Greg said, standing in the doorway. Erin looked up, smiling.

"Yes, come in here." Greg walked over, taking a seat.

"What's going on? We don't have any cases coming up in court this next week." Erin looked over at Antony.

"It's your story. You tell him." Antony nodded, looking at Greg.

"If you didn't know me, what would you think my profession would be." Erin smacked her head with her hand.

"Not this again. Just." Greg held up a hand, looking at Antony.

"Where are we meeting because that changes my answer."

"O'Brady's." Greg nodded his head.

"Mob boss enforcer." Antony pointed at Erin.

"You see." Erin rolled her eyes.

"Finish the story, Antony."

"Fine. I was at O'Brady's last night, and this guy came up to me. He thinks that I'm working for a mob." Greg nods.

"I'd believe it if I met you there."

"Anyways, this guy tries to hire me to kill his wife." Greg glances over at Erin, who nods her head.

"Ah, that took a turn."

Alison was working in the computer lab. Mac had sent her some corrupted files that he needed her to fix. It was taking more time than she had planned.

"Hey, boss." She looked up to find Adam standing in the doorway. He had gone with Danny to scope out the homeless shelter that the victim would occasionally stay at. Alison turned back to her work on the computer.

"What were you able to find." Adam sat in the chair on the other side of the desk.

"I once stayed at the Hotel that he was at." Alison didn't lookup.

"Really, when was this." Adam waved his hands.

"When I was in between apartments a few years back. That was before it got swapped over." Alison gave herself a high five when she was finally about to get one pixilated image for one of the files. She turned her full attention to Adam.

"Were you able to get any information about the victim?" Adam pulled out a notebook.

"Um…Yeah, his name was Billy Rutledge. He was a loner and liked sleeping in the park. Someone remembered something about him being from St. Louis. I guess I'll start there." Alison nodded.

"Be sure that if you find him, you let Danny or Baez know. They are the ones that have to make the call to his family." Adam nodded, getting up.

"Sure thing, boss." Once she was alone, Alison took her glasses off, rubbing her eyes. She was so tired. She still had another 6 weeks until she should get another letter, but the nightmares had already returned. Only this time, she wasn't the only one. Greg was getting them too. She just wished she could get away from it all. Her family was growing more and more intense the closer they got to the date. Alison shook her head.

"I should have burned them."

"I think that would have been a mistake." Alison jumped so high in her chair that she smashed her knee on the desk. Turning, she found Mac standing in the doorway. "Sorry." He said, crossing his arms and leaning against the door.

"Greg told you." Mac nodded.

"A few weeks ago." Alison folded her glasses.

"And he told you that I didn't want to talk about it." Mac nodded again.

"I just have a few questions. Then I'll leave it." Alison tensed. She wished Greg was here, then he could answer, and she could run. "Did you always know that there were two?" Alison took a deep breath.

"I think that I convinced myself that they were the same person."

"How did you justify that after you kept getting letters after we found you." Alison took a deep breath.

"I figured that he had someone do it for him. Paid in advance or something."

"11 years ago, you were out of town leading up to the date what was different they year."

"I thought at if I had been out of town, I might not get one."

"But you did." Alison nodded.

"It was under my pillow at the hotel I had booked."

"He could have tracked your purchases." Alison resisted the urge to laugh.

"No, I booked one hotel for my trip and stayed there all the way leading up to the day of. Then on my way back from teaching my class, I went to a different hotel and booked a room there. I got into the room, keeping the curtains drawn. I ordered food. Never leaving, not for a second. When I finally went to bed, the note was under my pillow." Alison shivered. "I just don't understand how he could know." She leaned back in her chair. "I tried other things like working crime scenes all day or being at my dad's office or house. One year I was testifying in a case all day. One way or another, I get the letter." Mac pressed his lips together.

"Thank you for your honesty.

I'll leave you to your work."

Greg held the set of headphones up to his ear.

"Alright, Antony, I need to you talk at that leave that you usually would so I can make sure that everything works.

"Uh, leave the gun, take the cannoli." Greg smiled.

"No, you need your gun." Erin said as she leaned against her desk. Antony looked at her.

"I'm just getting into character." Erin looked at Greg in confusion.

"It's from the godfather." Erin rolled her eyes.

"What is it with men and The Godfather?" Erin turned to look at Antony. "All right. If you see him in the bar again, make sure to get close enough. If he says anything, it will be recorded."

"Not the first time I'm wearing a wire." Just a friendly reminder." Erin said. "We usually only get one crack at these things." Greg started packing his things up.

"I wouldn't worry about it, Er; between my wire and Antony's charm, we'll get this guy."

"I don't want any vague turms or mob lingo from movies." Greg looked over at her.

"So going to the mattresses isn't going to cut it this time." Erin pale.

"No, anything ambiguous will not hold up in court." Greg held out his hand.

"It was a joke, Erin." There was a knock on the door, and Danny walked in.

"Wow, look at you playing cops and robber." He said, pointing at Greg's case.

"What do you want." Erin asked, crossing her arms.

"My money is on a subpoena." Antony said.

"No, it's a warrant." Greg answered. Danny looked over at that. "Alison's working the case, and we share an office. Danny nodded, turning back to Erin.

"There's som rich guy want to be a politician on the upper east side that claims to want to help the homeless until a shelter opens up in his neighborhood, and then he goes on a rampage. Then suddenly three dead homeless people materialize, and he happens to find all three bodies."

"On that great note, I'm going to head out," Greg said, grabbing his case.

"Antony, best of luck."

Alison sat on the floor in her room, looking out at the city lights. Greg slowly lowered himself down next to her.

"You tired?" Greg asked. She leaned her head on his shoulder.

"Excused." He took a deep breath.

"Me too."

"You should go to bed. All your late-night sting operations with Antony and Erin must have worn you out." Alison could feel Greg roll his eyes.

"It might have looked like a waste of time on the outside. But it sure was funny listening to Antony pretends to be a mob enforcer." Alison smiled.

"I told Mac that I think Adam is ready to start taking no more responsibilities in cases."

"Good. I take it that Danny got his warrant." Alison looked up at him.

"He did, but not for the person that he thought. Adam found evidence that pointed to one of the other homeless people that knew the victim. Danny said he would back up my recommendation to Mac." Alison returned to looking out the window.

"That's not the only thing that you talked to Mac about," Greg said slowly.

"No, that's not."

"He gave me a suggestion that I think might not be a bad idea." He was choosing his words. She could feel it in the ways he was forming his sentence.

"What."

"I think that we should go work out of the Las Vagas lab for the next few weeks." She shot up at that.

"Why."

"Two reasons. It might be a nice change of pace not being here for the letter. Second, Mac is going to need to reopen your case. He's going to need to reprocess all the evidence." Alison nodded.

"And he doesn't want me at the lab when he does it."

"He doesn't want either of us to be there." Alison looked down at her hands.

"Okay, on one condition."

"What?"

"We leave tomorrow. I don't want time to back out of the idea."

"Done Las Vagaes here we come."