Nick and I sat pouring over Chelsea Smith's calendar. He looked up at me with a grin. "Sara, I think you're right. This really could be the first solid lead we've had." I was quite pleased with myself, but hoped that it did turn out to be more than just a lead. At the moment we didn't have much else and I knew we'd have to run down anything no matter how insignificant it might at first seem if we were going to find our killer.

Nick and I parted ways to start making phone calls. In the next several hours I made some very interesting discoveries. First of all, I had confirmed my suspicions about the abbreviation that kept reoccurring in her calendar. LVCP occurred every Tuesday for a ten week span of time back when she had been an intern at one of the local Las Vegas Metro Police Department stations. LVCP stood for Las Vegas Citizen's Patrol. Part of the class curriculum was a demonstration of the tazer gun. More detailed information about it and about the discs that would be expelled as it was shot would have also been a part of that program. I learned that part of her duties as an intern was to help coordinate the Citizen's Patrol, and the dates that she worked as an intern coincided with when the tazer gun disappeared from the same station house.

It looked very much like the evidence suggested that Chelsea Smith had stolen the tazer gun. She had opportunity to be sure, but her motive was a bit fuzzy, unless she had stolen it to defend herself against someone; perhaps the father of her baby.

It still frustrated me that we didn't know who the father of her baby was. We did confirm through DNA analysis that her husband Lieutenant Smith was in fact not the father. My heart went out to this man. How he could handle that kind of betrayal was beyond me.

My thoughts drifted to Nick. How he could have handled the kind of betrayal he had suffered at the hands of a babysitter when he was nine was beyond me. He was definitely a better person than I. He could forgive. I had held onto the bitterness of what Andrew had done to me, and to Lisa and their unborn child for years.

I heard someone clear their throat and I glanced up. Nick stood there studying me. "You ok, Sara?"

I smiled at him. "I'm just thinking."

He raised an eyebrow. "About what?"

"The case, Chelsea Smith, her husband, the fact that he wasn't the father of her baby, about you." I think that Nick could tell I had more than that on my mind.

"You want to go get coffee or something? We've both been here for quite a while." He suggested.

I looked at my watch and realized that I'd been working at the table without a break for the last four hours. I stood up and stretched. "Yeah, but let's go to Starbucks, I could use a Caramel Macchiato."

We walked toward the entrance to the lab and ran into Warrick who I assumed by the suit he was wearing that he'd had to testify in court on a case. He looked at us a little curiously. "Where are you guys headed?"

"Starbucks. We've both been here for several hours already." Nick answered for both of us.

"Hey, could you pick me up an eggnog latte?" Warrick looked tired.

I nodded. "Yeah, we will." Nick and I headed out to his Denali and drove towards Starbucks.

On the way I looked over at Nick who kept glancing at me. "What?"

He smiled softly at me. "Are you sure you're ok?"

I let out a deep breath. "I just have a lot on my mind. I was thinking about how you are a much better person than I am."

He furrowed his brow. "Sara, you are an amazing person. Don't say that I'm a better person than you. I've made a lot of mistakes. Done things that I'm not proud of."

"Nick, it's just that it seems you've been able to forgive that girl who molested you, I've held onto this hate for Andrew all this time and I think it's affected who I am and why I have such a hard time trusting people." I glanced out the window and noticed we'd driven past Starbucks. I glanced back at him curiously. "Where are we going?"

"Let's talk for a while; we can pick coffee up on the way back." Nick looked concerned about me.

I nodded and continued. "Nick, did you know that Andrew was never even charged with a crime?"

Nick looked shocked. "Why the hell not? He killed your roommate and her baby and left you for dead."

A felt a tear slide down my cheek. "He took the easy way out. He killed himself."

Nick pulled the Denali over to the side of the road and turned off the engine. He unfastened the seatbelt, flipped the console up, and slid over to me, putting his arms around me. "Shh. Its ok, Sara. He's never going to be able to hurt you or anyone else ever again."

I pushed Nick away so I could look at him. "What did I do that I deserve to have you care about me?"

Hurt flashed across his face, but it wasn't hurt for himself it was hurt for me. "Sara, you didn't have to do anything, I just do."

I laid my head against his shoulder for a moment and rested in the comfort of knowing that Nick cared about me. I finally pulled out of his embrace and placed a soft kiss on his lips. "We should get coffee and head back."

He smiled at me. "Ok." He leaned in and kissed me gently before scooting back over to his side of the seat. He fastened his seatbelt and started up the Denali.

After we went to Starbucks to pick up some coffee, we headed back to the lab. We still had a lot of work ahead of us and I knew that we'd probably be there long after shift had ended.