I climb the stairs to the upper floor slowly, absorbing the surroundings of the Jacobs' residence. Or Ms. Jacobs' residence, because, really, she'll be the only one living here from now on. And wow, that's really sad and depressing, but I can't help thinking it because it's so very true.

I hear soft murmurings from the ground floor. Ms. Jacobs had called her sister (who lives down the street) after I finished asking her the usual follow-up questions and told her what happened. I stayed with Ms. Jacobs until the sister (I think her name is Cindy) came and then decided to go see if Danny had found anything useful. Something to help us find out what happened to this kid and maybe give his mother (and me) some peace.

I stand in the doorway a minute and watch Danny work. It's a little weird to think that just 24 hours ago, I was watching Danny and thinking about (what I thought) I could never have. But it did happen. And I'm happy (well, not now, but yeah, you get what I mean). I clear my throat as I walk into the room, alerting Danny to my presence. He turns around and gives me a little smile. He knows that this case is bugging me for whatever reason and I know he'll bother me later, but for now, he'll be supportive, even if he can't show it more openly.

I look around the room and spot a framed picture on the bedside table. It shows Kevin Jacobs, smiling and happy, his arm around the shoulders of a pretty, petite redhead with a killer smile. I pick it up and show Danny. He takes it from me to get a better look.

"Must be the girlfriend, Maera Murphy. Pretty girl." I say. Ms. Jacobs had told me that Kevin and Maera had been dating about 4 months. Maera has been over nearly everyday during that time, and Ms. Jacobs thinks that Maera is "the nicest girl-- helpful, kind, and very loving to Kevin." It's evident that Ms. Jacobs thinks her son had found true love, if only because she happened to adore Maera.

"Yeah, I guess so," Danny says slowly. "But I personally prefer boys." Meant to cheer me up, and it does. I can't help but smile at the remark.

Danny gets serious again. "What did the mother tell you?"

"Other than the praises of Maera, Kevin was going to New York City with his best friend, Eric Rodgers, to visit Eric's mother. Which explains why he was in the city, but not why he's dead. Oh, and that he's "a good boy and had no enemy's because everyone loved him." Victim's mothers always say that. Most of the time, it's never true.

"Yeah, well, everyone has enemies, whether they know it or not."

"Find anything?"

"Not much, really. No fluid on the bed sheets. Like to take the laptop back to the Lab, just to see what we can find on it. But other than that, there's not much here." That was an understatement. Besides the poster on the door, the room was sparse. Laptop on the desk, bed, table... basic stuff, but no little mementos, no scattered laundry, no clutter. Which means no real evidence. I sigh.

"Well, there's not much we can do here, then." Danny nods. "I'll talk to Ms. Jacobs about the laptop." I turn and walk out of the room, leaving Danny to pack up his kit. Just outside the door, my phone rings.

"Flack."

"It's Mac." Great. "Did you get anything useful there?"

"No, though, Danny wants to take the kid's laptop to get a better look at it. I'm gonna ask Ms. Jacobs for that and the address of his best friend's mother. That's where he was supposed to be. I want to talk to his girlfriend, too, if that's ok."

"Well, take your time." Mac's tone contradict the words. "I'll see you when you get back."

"Yeah." Said to a dial tone. He wants us back as soon as possible.

I start downstairs to ask Ms. Jacobs for permission for the laptop and the addresses of Carla Rodgers and Maera Murphy. She looks slightly confused but tells me to take whatever is necessary to find out what happened to Kevin. She also hands me the slip of paper that has two address on it. Maera Murphy's address and Carla Rodgers' address. And surprise, surprise, Rodgers' on the same street that the vic was found. I thank Ms. Jacobs and give her more condolenses before telling her goodbye.

Danny's kit is sitting outside the living room door and I turn to find him coming back down the stairs, laptop in his gloved hands. "Heard Ms. Jacobs say that we could take it." I nod. "Where to now?"

I sigh. "I wanna talk to the girlfriend. Maybe she'll know something."

Danny follows me out. Once in the car, Danny touches my arm and I look at him. Words aren't needed-- his eyes tell me what he wants. It's ok, we can talk later. I'm here for you.

I smile and grasp his hand. He squeezes back.