Frankie was on the stand for two days, and soon recovered her poise from her initial nerves. As she was the last witness to be called, she decided to sit through the closing statements as well. The prosecutor made a great deal of her evidence, repeating her conclusions that the defendant was a dangerous man whose crimes would only escalate in violence. She glanced over at the defendant's family, watching from the gallery, and was shaken by the ferocity in the faces of his brothers.

They were both glaring at her as the prosecutor spoke, obviously blaming her. She forced herself not to look away from them, not wanting to show her fear. Irrationally, she wished Horatio was sitting next to her. Whatever his faults, and to her mind at the moment they were many, he always had the ability to make her feel safe. Horatio would never let anything happen to her, she was certain. And so she sat there, wishing he was with her, wishing she had some of his courage.

The jury were back within two hours to deliver the verdict, and Frankie was relieved to see Calleigh slide in beside her. "Hey you, heard the jury were back," Calleigh whispered, squeezing Frankie's hand. She was deeply worried for her friend, Frankie hadn't been sleeping or eating properly since whoever it was had broken her heart. Calleigh internally once again promised to make the bastard pay, once she found out who he was.

"Always a good sign when they come back this early," Frankie replied. And she was right; it had been a good sign. The jury had unanimously returned a verdict of guilty on all counts. Calleigh and Frankie hugged each other in victory and slipped out of the court room before the main rush. They were standing in the brilliant sunshine, congratulating each other on a job well done when the defendant's brothers came out of the court house.

"Well, if it isn't the bitch whose lies put Enrique away," the taller one snarled. Calleigh edged closer to Frankie and narrowed her eyes as though targeting the man through pistol sights.

"We just did our job," the ballistics expert said, hoping that they would get the message it was a team effort, not simply Frankie.

The brothers smirked at her. "Sure, blondie, whatever you say. You," he said, turning to face Frankie directly. She met his eyes without showing her fear. "You are going to pay for this. My little brother is a good man, and you are going to suffer for what you've done to him."

"Your brother is an evil monster who raped and murdered three young boys," Frankie snapped, fear making her voice sharp. "He got exactly what he deserved."

"And so will you," he replied angrily. "Come on Jose, let's leave these bitches alone. For now." They wandered off, and Calleigh turned to face Frankie, frowning with worry.

"I'm sure they didn't mean anything by it, but it might be an idea to just be extra careful for the next few days," she warned her friend. Frankie just laughed it off, shrugging her shoulders carelessly, not wanting to betray her cowardice.