Berkley leaned back against his chair, his eyes slightly unfocused. Diana was sitting next to him, carefully examining her perfectly manicured nails. "Any clues?" she said finally, not looking up.

"Well..." Berkley hesitated, "I already told you who I think is behind all of this but it just doesn't fit. It all happened ten years ago and it wasn't even in this city."

"I know. You told me," Diana sighed and shuffled through a stack of papers, "I got Dee and Ryo to bring the body of the last victim down to the lab to test for finger-prints but if the murderer used a gun, there's little hope of any evidence."

Right on cue, Ryo burst into the room, holding a lab report. "I got it," he said, breathlessly.

"Find anything?" Diana asked.

"Well, no. Not any evidence against anyone. They found fingerprints but it was only the victims. However, the doctors discovered that the victim had originally been strangled- with rope perhaps and afterwards shot."

There was a clutter behind them. Diana and Ryo turned to see Berkley bending down to get his notebook which had obviously just fallen. As he came up, they could both see that his face was deadly white. "Are you okay, Berk?" Diana asked, concerned.

With both of them looking at him, Berkley seemed to get a hold of himself. "Yes, I'm fine. Go on."

"That was all I had to say, Commissioner," Ryo replied, reddening slightly.

"Are you sure you're okay, Berkley?" Diana asked again, her brow furrowing. She could see Berkley's hands shaking. Berkley's hands never shook.

"Don't worry about me," Berkley replied, in a tone that obviously meant the subject was closed.

Ryo was looking from Diana to Berkley with interest but took that as his cue to leave. "Well, if you'd like the lab report, Commissioner, here it is." He quickly left it on Berkley's desk and left.

Berkley looked down and the data below him. "Strangled..." he muttered to himself then he looked up at Diana, "Well, Dee Dee, I do believe that I have enough evidence to research farther into a suspect. What do you say?"

"It must take a really black heart to strangle a young boy," Diana said, reflectively, "It's a slow and painful way to die."

"And I suppose you would know what it felt like," Berkley teased her, the corners of his mouth twitching with a smile. Diana just glared at him.

"I'm telling you, Berkley knows something about this case that we don't!"

Dee chewed on the end of his cigarette. "What would that old rat bastard know that we don't?" he asked.

"I don't know..." Ryo paused, "Maybe he's has a suspect in mind."

"All I know, is that bastard has always got a lot of secrets. He thinks he's better than all of us."

"Good morning, Dee," a voice said from behind him.

Dee whirled around to find himself face to face with Berkley. He cringed. "How did you get in here without us hearing?" he demanded.

"Well you seemed to have been in deep conversation with Ryo," Berkley smirked, "Besides, the door was open."

He threw the lab report on Ryo's desk. "There you go. You can look at it some more if you wish."

"As if!" Dee spat, "You already know something about it!"

"Not anymore than you do," Berkley smiled, widely, "But if you have any information please share. Anyway, I also came here to ask Ryo if he would like to have dinner with me tonight?"

If anything could make Dee madder, it was that. He gave Berkley such a glare that even Berkley, who was used to them, stepped back slightly. Ryo blushed. "I... uh... I don't think I'm available tonight..." he stuttered.

"He's eating with ME!" Dee said, stepping in.

"Well in that case, perhaps another night," the commissioner announced, throwing a dirty look at Dee, "Well, I leave you two to yourselves, then, shall I?"

He left the room with a smile at Ryo who blushed even more. "BASTARD!" Dee fumed, after he was gone.

"Thanks for saving me, Dee."

"Always yours," Dee grinned, "But what about having dinner with me tonight, anyway?"

"Er..." for some reason Ryo sensed this was not a good idea, "Bikky is expecting me to be home."

"Liar," Dee's face was inches from his, "You're home late, often. Why does Bikky expect you earlier?"

"Fine," Ryo finally gave in.

"I knew you'd pick good ol' Dee before rat bastard," Dee smiled again and leaned in for a kiss.

Ryo, being off his feet, wasn't able to avoid it. He pushed Dee off within seconds, though, and whispered loudly, "DEE! Would you PLEASE restrain yourself? This is the goddamn office, in case you haven't noticed."

"Sorry." Dee retreated, picking up the lab report for a glance again.