It was late by the time they got back to the cold case offices. Boyd went straight to his office and put his coffee maker on, before he went home he wanted to get started on the gate logs, otherwise it would take a couple of days to get through them all. Spence signed Morris's personal effects in the evidence room before going home, he knew if he stayed there to long Boyd would start him on the gate logs. Grace went to her office, she wanted to write down her observations before she forgot them, so she could finish compiling her first physiological profile tomorrow. Laura went straight home. Ian went to the lab, like Boyd he switched the coffee maker on, but unlike Boyd he expected to be there all night. He knew that the faster he got the forensic evidence ready the faster the real investigating could start. Most investigations leads came from forensic evidence, in this case there was precious little other leads to follow up, so the faster he got something to tell them the better. All the samples of bodily fluids that he'd taken Ian took sections of, he then turned the gas chromatography machine on. It was the latest version of the machine and would tell him what bodily fluid he was dealing with, whether it was male or female, it would even produce a computer graphic image of the DNA with all the information so he could compare other samples easily. Unfortunately it took a long time which was why he was sorting that out first, he could now compare the fingerprints of Morris's unit, Morris's and that of the company commander with the fingerprints he'd found in Morris's room. Hopefully that would account for nearly all of the fingerprints, though given how careful the killer had been about the evidence it might account for all of them. Ian yawned and checked his watch, before he started on the fingerprints he'd go outside and have a cigarette, it was going to be a long night.

"Morning." Laura smiled at Ian as he came into the room carrying a coffee mug and a file, he grunted in reply and took his seat at the table. Laura exchanged a glance with Spence and Grace, what was up with him?
"Morning." Boyd greeted, looking at Ian, something about him was bothering him but what? "Dr Carrier your lab is waiting." Boyd pointed out to him, it was normal for a briefing in the morning, but in this case nothing new had come up, so there was no need for a briefing.
"Well it's got nothing to wait for." Ian retorted finishing off his cup of coffee.
"What about all the samples you gathered yesterday? Don't they need processing?" Boyd challenged, his tone of that you might use when pointing out the obvious to a six year old.
"All done." Ian smiled tiredly. "Would you like my report? It has a number of interesting facts in."
"That's impossible." Boyd stammered
"If it was impossible I couldn't have done it." Ian told him mimicking Boyd's earlier tone. It was then Boyd realised what was bothering him about Ian, he was wearing the same clothes he had yesterday, he hadn't gone home, he must have worked all night. "Here's my report." Ian handed it to Grace. "As you can see there is one set of unidentified fingerprints. Semen two sets, one's the victims, one unidentified. He was definitely killed there, there was a blood splatter on the wall which is consistent with how he was killed. Now the most interesting bit, there were a few strands of hair, DNA says it was a woman." Ian looked at Grace, he'd always thought it was a woman, probably the degree of precision with the mutilation, angry men didn't work like that.
"A few strands of hair doesn't prove anything, all it says was that at some point a woman was there, in fact it works against the woman being the murderer because of the length of time needed for the crime, there would be more evidence." Grace argued.
"Not necessarily, as it says in my report, the way the heart was cut out shows medical knowledge and surgical skill. Surgeons are very clever people, they'd know all about evidence transferring etc. They have a ready supply of gloves and surgical garb . . "
"If that's so there shouldn't be hair at all." Grace told him, Ian nodded smiling slightly, it wasn't fair really, he'd had all night to think about it.
"Try this for size." Ian said less argumentatively, "This woman surgeon right, she has with her a surgical cap but she can't wear it to go past the gate, they'd be suspicious, so she doesn't wear it. She's got long hair, we've all seen it right, on the back of jackets, hair pulled loose. She get's there pulls on her cap, goes kills him, while she's in there some of those loose hairs falls off."
"That is a big conclusion." Boyd snorted, "It could be interpreted many different ways, that is the most elaborate and far-fetched one, that just happens to fit with your theory, how convenient. Stick to what your paid for." Ian bit his lip, Boyd wasn't his boss he shouldn't speak to him like that. "And as for pulling all-nighters, I hope you don't expect the overtime because you're not going to get it."
"Did it not occur to you that I was just trying to help. You've got nothing really to go on, so I was trying to get you some leads. Next time I won't bother." Ian spat. "Now I'm going to my office, catch some sleep. Knock if you need me." Ian then stood up and left the room, there was a moment of uneasy silence.
"Boyd." Grace began.
"When will your profile be finished?" Boyd interrupted as he divided the gate logs into three.
"This afternoon, but . . ." Grace tried.
"Good." Boyd then picked up one of the three piles and went to his office.

Twenty minutes later Boyd had to admit defeat, he couldn't concentrate, what was worse was the fact he didn't know why. He was probably just tired, after all he had been up late last night getting a head start on these gate logs. In his heart Boyd knew it wasn't that, he knew he was missing Mel. It wasn't the same working without her. Laura was ok, better than ok even, she had the makings of a really good copper, but she wasn't Mel. As Laura wasn't Mel, Dr Carrier, Ian, wasn't Frankie. He and Frankie had banged heads a few times, but nothing like this, this was all out war. Dr Carrier seemed to be deliberately getting on his nerves. Things couldn't go on like this, as it was only the second day he'd wait a week or so and see how it went, but if things didn't straighten out he'd have to suggest that Dr Carrier would be happier working elsewhere. In her office Grace couldn't get on either, this situation had to be sorted one way or the other now, otherwise it would pull the team apart Grace thought. Sighing Grace put down her pen and went back into the main office, where Spence and Laura were both working on the gate logs, like Boyd not acomplising much. Grace sat down at the desk she called hers when she had to work in here and looked across at Spence and Laura. Somebody had to say something, she just didn't know where to begin, Laura began for her.
"Tell me if I'm out of line but, it seems to me that your all being harder on Ian then he deserves. I know that you all miss Dr Wharton who was here before, but I don't think he does. As I was replacing someone who died on the job I got some background, but most likely Ian didn't. He might not even know who he replaced, let alone that she left because she couldn't carry on here after a colleague died. Ian's not making any allowances for any of that because he doesn't know about it. You are being too hard on him. I'm sure that once you accept the change, we'll all be able to get along." Grace thought hard for a moment, she'd noticed that Boyd was being too hard on him, the problem was that they were too alike, both control freaks, both sarcastic, both gaurenteed to get on each others nerves. What she hadn't considered was that they were all being to hard on him, but now that Laura had said it she knew it was true.
"Your right." Spence acknowledged, "We miss Mel and Frankie, it's not the same without them."
"And we're taking it out on someone who only mildly deserves it. I'll talk to Boyd, if you'll talk to Ian." Grace offered.