Present Day, Doggett Residence...

Monica tucked Anna warmly into bed and smiled as Anna slowly drifted off to sleep. She had tired herself out and Monica was glad that it was an easy job for her to get some rest. She knew that Anna was just as apprehensive about Monica going back to work as she was, and the last thing Monica needed was to deal with her daughter's fears and worries along with her own. For starters the simple fact that she would be answering to the name 'Agent Doggett' was going to take some getting used to. In her mind John was Agent Doggett and she was Agent Reyes, it had been that way forever, but now it was all going to be different.

When she was satisfied Anna was sleeping she stood up and walked over to the window. It had been a long day and she found herself craving a cigarette. She had convinced herself that this was just a temporary fix, but she was getting used to the permanent ease it gave her. There were just three left in the packet, it wouldn't hurt to finish those off.

She headed for the door but Anna stirred and called out.

"I'm still here baby, you ok?"

"I can't sleep." Monica sat down again and held Anna's hand.

"You want a story?" Anna shook her head.

"I want daddy." Monica felt just as sick when she heard the word 'daddy' as she did when she heard the name 'John', it was one and the same. And it still hurt.

"I know. But daddy's gone, we talked about it remember?"

"I don't care, I don't care that God needed him to go into heaven, he's my daddy not God's."

"I know, but your daddy is still watching over you, he'll always be here with you."

"No he won't. If he was here then he could read me a story. But he's gone, and I want him to come home. Why can't it be like hide and seek? I played hide and seek with William, I always found him... I can't find daddy...He doesn't want to be here."

"Oh baby that's not true. Your daddy will be missing you so much, you were his world. He loved you more than anything."

"If he did then he wouldn't have left us."

"Your daddy was hurt Anna, he got hurt and he died. He didn't choose to leave us. I wish I could make this easier for you."

"Make him come back. I want him to make me pancakes again! I want him to get strawberry sauce on his shirt and get changed so I can put extra chocolate sprinkles on them! But he won't will he?"

"No."

By this time Anna was barely able to string words together through her tears and it was all Monica could do to stop herself breaking down on the bed beside her. Of course it was still taking time but they had been doing well together, Monica had thought that the hardest part was over. But it was naïve of her to believe that her daughter would move on so smoothly. As an adult it was built into her to understand death and that for the sake of others you have to move on and be able to take care of your family. But Anna wasn't even five yet and she was trying to understand a subject that baffled most adults on the planet. Premature death, murder, illness, why couldn't everybody die of old age with their families around them?

Monica moved closer to Anna but her daughter rejected her and quickly turned over so her back was towards her mother. Anna was still crying and clinging onto her doll for dear life. Monica stood up and couldn't bring herself to try and console her daughter. She went into her bedroom and sat down to cry with the photographs of John all around her. She couldn't even console herself.

June 27th, Silver Spring Maryland, Police Station...

John walked up to Monica and put his hands over her eyes from behind.

"Guess who?"

"Well now, my husband will be here any second, so we better make this quick..."

Monica laughed as she turned around to face John and his smiling face. He took her hand and led her into an empty office and closed the blinds. When he was finished he walked over to her and kissed her. It was all he wanted, just one kiss.

"That was nice..."

"I missed you last night, Anna missed you..."

"I missed you both too."

"You're comin' home tonight though right?"

"Yeah. There's not much more I can do here."

"What are you talkin' about?"

"They arrested Adam Davies on suspicion of murder last night."

"You're kidding?"

"I was outside the Gooding's place until almost ten, Adam came running out of the house with Casey behind yelling at him, she confessed to knowing what he'd done, and he's saying that she did it. They're both being questioned but as it stands Adam will be charged with murder."

"Man, what about Mia Dukes?"

"She's no longer a suspect. She wants to see me before we leave."

"Why?"

"She wouldn't say. But I have some things to finish up here. They found the murder weapon, a hammer that had been thrown into the pond in the back yard. It was covered in blood and Adam's prints are all over it."

"Case closed."

"I guess so."

Monica was far from convinced and John could see that there was something else on her mind.

"What is it? You're not convinced?"

"I don't know. Something feels off. When I spoke with Adam I didn't get the impression he was a killer."

"He wasn't givin' off a murderous vibe?"

"That's not funny John."

"I wasn't jokin'!"

"I just think we're missing something. We have an appointment with Katha Dukes' doctor this morning, and then Mia is expecting me around two. Then I wanna go home."

Monica opened the office door and went back to the paper work she had been filling out. John watched her work and wished that he understood her a little better. They knew each other better than any married couple could hope, but the things that Monica let run through her head about people and her work were private and impossible to figure out. He wished he could ease some of the confusion she felt when she didn't feel happy with a result. But for now he'd just have to settle for working beside her and going along with whatever she thought was best. Because these past few days had taught him that where Mia Dukes and this case were concerned, Monica was the boss.