The squad room was bustling. When a cop goes missing, it's taken very seriously. But they were spinning their wheels. Nothing that was found at either apartment told them where Nicole had taken Eames. Logan watched Goren's restlessness increase as the day wore on. He noticed that Deakins was keeping an eye on him, too.

When Logan got up that morning, he found Goren pacing the living room. He was fairly certain the big cop had not slept at all. On the ride in to the squad, he hadn't said a word. And he'd hardly sat at his desk all day, roaming impatiently about the squad room, lost in thought. Logan watched the others avoid him, casting wary glances at the big, restless detective. Even Barek wasn't sure what to make of him.

One of the support staff came over to Logan and handed him several papers. He looked through them without reading them…even the support staff, who were used to dealing with Goren, were avoiding him. Logan got up with a sigh. "Goren," he called.

Goren looked at him. He held up the papers. "Crime scene report."

He handed them to Goren when he came over to him, and he watched as he read through the findings. "It wasn't her blood," he said. "It was animal blood."

Logan shook his head. "Nothing's safe around her. They know what kind of animal?"

"Bird."

"What? She killed a bird to get its blood?"

"More than one apparently."

"So she broke into your apartment to decorate your bed with pigeon blood?"

Goren was pacing again. "She's not in the city."

"How do you know?"

He looked at Logan, surprised. Again, Logan wasn't Eames, who had become used to his gut feelings and leaps of logic. "I just know," he answered.

"So where is she then?"

"Would I be standing here if I knew that?" He turned to the next page of the report. "It was Eames' gun, and the bullet matched."

"So she shot at Wallace?"

He shook his head. "No. If Eames had grabbed her gun, and there was a struggle, the drawer she kept it in wouldn't have been neatly closed. And CSU would have found that bullet and the gun. That was all staged."

"What for?"

"So I would know she'd come back. She's taunting me."

"Goren," shouted a detective from across the room. "Line one."

He grabbed Logan's phone and hit line one. "Goren."

"Hello, Bobby."

He pointed at the tech who'd set up tracking equipment on the squad's phones that morning. Logan picked up Barek's phone and listened in. "Where the hell are you?"

"Closer than you think."

"Where's Eames?"

"She's all right at the moment. I haven't decided what to do with her yet."

"How do I know she's ok?"

"I won't lie to you. If she comes to any harm, I'll tell you. You never came back to your apartment last night."

"How do you know that?"

She laughed, and Logan shuddered at the sound of it. "You'd be surprised by what I know. Maybe you should stop by. Good-bye, Bobby."

Goren turned to look at the tech. "Got it…she's in the building…on the line outside the evidence room."

Goren and Logan ran for the stairwell. They exploded from the stairwell, knocking into three officers on their way to the evidence room. The phone hung free. Goren looked around, sticking his head into the evidence room, where two other cops were admitting a box full of stuff into evidence. "Did anyone see someone using this phone?"

"Yeah," one of the officers answered. "Blond woman."

"Did you see where she went?"

"Sorry."

Logan followed him as he headed for the lobby and out of the building. He watched as Goren looked up the street one way and down the other. He then put a hand on his hand, angry and frustrated. "Damn it!"

She had been there, and now she was gone, fading into thin air like a wisp of smoke in the wind.