"Can you just find her please," Bo Buchanan said as his office door opened and Gabrielle Medina entered, "OK, nevermind. Nevermind she's here." he hung up the phone. "Gabrielle." Bo stood, approaching her. "God, honey, where have you been? We've been looking for you all night."

"I'm fine, Bo," Gabrielle said. "I was just out."

"With this killer on the loose... Gabrielle, I don't think you should be out alone at night. Please, honey."

"I was just clearing my mind," Gabrielle said

"You've been doing that a lot lately."

"My son just died, Bo!" Gabrielle said.

"Oh..." Al said stepping into the office. "I'm sorry. Detective Vega told me..."

"Have a seat, doctor." Bo said.

"Don't you think you and your fiancee..."

"How did you know she's my fiancée?" Bo asked.

"You're pretty high profile, sir." Al said. "I knew your son, Miss Medina." He felt funny calling her Miss Medina'. His own mother.

Gabrielle simply looked at him. "Al?" she said. "You knew my Al?"

"Yes, ma'am." he said. "He spoke of you often."

Gabrielle swallowed hard. "Al?"

"Yeah" Al laughed. "He really loved you a lot." he paused. "I'm so sorry."

"Thank you," Gabrielle said softly. "Dr..."

"Michael... Michael McBain."

She smiled. "Michael." Gabrielle looked at him long and hard. "DO I... do I know you from somewhere?"

Al looked directly at her. She was searching his eyes. "Probably... just from the hospital"

"Probably..." Gabrielle broke her stare. "Well... Michael... Thank you." Al nodded.

"I could come back..."

"It's OK," Gabrielle said. "Bo... you are obviously very busy here. I'll let you work."

"Gabrielle..." Bo tried to stop her.

"This is important." Gabrielle adjusted her scarf. "Michael..." she smiled. "I'm sure we'll see eachother again."

"I'm sure we will." Al said. He watched Gabrielle step out of the office and then looked over at Bo.

"Have a seat," Bo said.

"You know... Commissioner. I really don't know why I'm here. I don't have anything to say about Madison. I told John everything..."

"Dr. McBain." Bo paced slightly, running his fingers through his hair. "A girl is dead. You were last seen arguing with her... in font of a room full of witnesses. Witnesses who saw you put your hands on her. Are you denying that?"

"No," Al said. "No I'm not denying that. It happened. "But I didn't kill her."

"Bo?" John said. "What's going on in here? You're questioning my brother? Why wasn't I told about this?" John paused. "We have nothing against him. Let him go." John swung the office door open. "Get out of here, Mike."

"John..." Al said.

"Get out, Michael, go back home, go to work, go somewhere. I don't care where you go. Just get the hell out of here."

Al's eyes widened as he stood from his seat pausing a moment before leaving the office. "What are you doing, John?!" Bo asked.

"What are you doing, Bo!" John threw his hands up. "Pulling in my brother without letting me know! This is the FBI's investigation. My investigation."

"This guy's is in our backyard," Bo said.

"And before that, he was in Jersey" John said. "And who knows where he's going next if we don't catch him. That means not jumping to conclusions and dragging Michael in for questioning when *we have nothing on him*." John sighed. "Look, Bo... I know what you're trying to do here. I want to catch the son of a bitch just as much as you do. Maybe more. But right now... we start making snap judgments and this guy's gonna get away. And he's gonna kill another girl. I don't know about you, but I don't want that on my hands." John paused, rubbing his temples with a sigh. "Right now, I've got one person that I'm looking at for these murders and it's not my brother."

"Well?" Bo said. "Are you going to share, or make me guess?"

"I'm still looking at Ron Walsh" he said. "The guy doesn't have an alibi for any of these murders." John sighed. "Something about him just doesn't smell right to me." John paused. "But we can't do anything with Marcie around. If we jump on him... there no telling what could happen if he's the guy. Plus, Marcie's a good kid. She's pretty torn up about all of this."

"Aren't we all," Bo said.

"You're the one who told me to lay off Walsh with his sister around" John said.

"Then what do you propose we do?" Bo asked.

"I don't know" John replied. "I just don't want to wait until we have another dead girl to go after this guy."