A/N I apologize for all the baseball analogies as well, but I love the sport, and my Amazin's. And baseball's always good for analogies.

The blonde man who sat before them looked strangely cool and collected for a murder suspect. "We have your prints, we have your DNA on all the bodies, you have no alibi, care to confess?"

He shook his head. "I don't care, I didn't do it, are you going to indite me or not?" Renee turned to them.

"Chris McFarland." She said, reading the sheet on him. "Last known address 322 west 14th street, New York."

"Meat packing district." she pointed out. "What's he doing here?" Renee shrugged.

"Claims he's a tourist. Came up here for the chowder."

"Why do I not believe him." She turned to Garret. "What do you think?" She asked him and he shrugged.

"He's a match for the DNA, he's our guy, can't disprove forensics." She laughed.

"Always the doctor." She teased, and he smiled. "Remand?" She asked and Renee nodded.

"He's a definte flight risk, as he's not from here." She nodded. "And you, missy, need to work on your testimony. Trial date's going to be set real fast." She shrugged but nodded as well.

"I'll get on that as soon as I get back." She said, knowing she was going to put off. Renee knew it too, but there wasn't much the other woman could do.

"Good." was the only response she got. Woody had gotten nowhere with questioning and he had finally given up, taking the man down to booking.

"You coming back?" She asked Garret and he nodded.

"Yeah, in a minute. You go ahead." She shrugged and headed out, leaving him alone. She had fallen for him, she knew it. He was a nice guy, she had gone far to long since her last boyfriend, she didn't care if she was pushing him slightly. And she really didn't care who her next boyfriend was, she just wanted someone. Preferably someone good looking and on par with her intelligence. And shared her interests. And that was Garret.

She had heard enough about him to know that beneath that gruff exterior he was really a teddy bear, soft and cute and cuddly, and nice. If she was going to see someone, she might as well make it worth her time. Someone who was going to work out with her. Someone who could very well be the one that she'd hang on to, unlike all of her previous relationships.

She grinned. If the Sox could break their curse and win, she could break her curse and hit the jackpot as well. She just wished that her love life was more akin to the Sox than the Cubs and that she would get lucky this time, and not come so close to loose due to some freak error.