A/N: I would have updated sooner, but I never realized that writer's block was contagious. My writing friend got it, I spent time with her...and started suffering. Don't worry, I've told her to keep her distance till she's better :D

This chapter was longer, but then I realised that a good author doesn't give everything away too soon. Don't flame me. I like constructive criticism.

'I have to go,' Stephanie announced, answering a call on her cell phone, which she called a tracer, and standing up. She glanced at Josh, who shook his head.

'I have to go back to the station. I'll see you later, okay?'

She nodded and left, waving to the others.

She, Flack and Josh had met Danny and Lindsay in the break room, where the girl had retrieved her things and they had discussed what had happened, to the point where Stephanie had come up with a daring plan.

Josh turned as soon as she had gone. 'Look, Monroe, you don't have to do that. She gets these ideas sometimes…'

'Is there another way?' the blonde interrupted.

'There'd better be,' Danny and Flack said at the same time.

'You're not doing that,' Danny added.

Lindsay scowled at them. 'I can look after myself, you know. What exactly do I have to do?' she asked, looking back at Josh.

'Well, even if he didn't murder her, we've got him for stalking.'

Mac looked up when he heard Stella's voice drift from the bedroom of the small apartment that they had traced down as belonging to Paul. He rose from his kneeling position, where he had been meticulously looking through the drawers of the bedside cabinet and went to join her.

The room was empty save for the single bed that was up against the far wall, but it was one of the other walls that the CSIs were interested in.

The entire wall was plastered with photographs. Candid shots of Marcy, on campus, in the store, in her car, and even a few of her lying on a bed in a room that looked a lot like the one they were standing in. She was alone, but whoever was behind the camera was saying or doing something that was leaving tear streaks down her cheeks that were even visible in the picture, when they looked more closely.

Mac's beeper sounded, and he looked at the message.

'Danny,' he announced, 'wants us to go back. They have some information they want to tell us.'

'Well we're not going to get much here,' Stella remarked, looking around. 'I'll meet you back at the office. I want to see if I can find the super.'

Mac nodded, carefully removing a few of the pictures for testing, 'you can have another try at the other tenants, if you like.'

'Uh… I think we already decided that was useless,' she responded, thinking of the grumpy, uncooperative people they had encountered by knocking on doors. 'I'm off. See you later.'

'Montana's nice,' Stephanie remarked as she and Josh walked back towards her house.

The detective smiled. 'You remembered to call her Monroe.'

'You know I do that.'

Josh nodded, and frowned. 'You know, if we do arrest your dad, you're going to need to arrange your sub. If you still want me to do it, you'd better hurry up and get me the contract to sign.'

'How do I get dad to write up the contract without him getting suspicious?' the girl wondered aloud.

'Oh…I always thought they were already prepared so they were ready when someone agrees to sign it.' Uh oh.

Stephanie shrugged thoughtfully. 'Maybe. I don't know, I've never really thought about it.'

There was a moment of silence, and she suddenly snapped her fingers.

'Marcy's got a kid, I forgot!'

Stella knocked on the door of the superintendent's office.

'I already told you, I don't know where Jacobs is!' a voice yelled from inside.

She stayed quiet, and presently the door was opened. She pulled out her badge and smiled sweetly.

'Detective Bonasera, NYPD. Who else is looking for Mr Jacobs?'

'We still need evidence,' Mac remarked after they had taken turns repeating what Stephanie had told them, confirming that Paul was Marcy's murderer. 'Even if she is involved, she didn't see it happen.'

'Well… we might actually have a plan for catching them.' Lindsay announced cautiously, scowling at Danny and Flack as they opened their mouths to protest.

Mac caught the look and frowned. He had a feeling he wasn't going to like this.

A/N: Did that even make sense? I don't like this chapter very much. This story's getting hard now, lol. I can build up but I'm not so good at the middle part - after the beginning at before the end :D

FYI: sub is not a submarine, or a sandwich, lol. It'll be explained later. And from the last chapter (it'll probably come up again) Tective is Stephanie's nickname for Josh. It does technically mean something, but his comment about not asking if you want to keep your sanity is good advice. A little something my badly-wired brain came up with. :P

Thought of the day; yeah, I know these notes are too long. I never know what to say. Do you say nothing and seem unfriendly (no offence intended, I'm talking about myself) or blabber on hoping that you're making people laugh and not annoyed? I do put the long one after the chapter - gives you some extra time to think up a good review. You know, the one you're about to leave?