Alex Eames wasn't used to losing it like that. Wasn't used to losing it ever. This had been the longest night of her life. Even when she counted the first night alone after Joe's shocking death. At least then I knew his killer couldn't hurt anyone else. Yeah, so much for that thought now, huh. She had managed, however, to get some sleep. Eames chalked it up to being utterly and totally emotionally exhausted. At the six o clock hour, her alarm cut through the silence and readied herself for the day. She had a new determination. She was completely focused on catching whoever was responsible for the deaths of the Delgados and hopefully that would lead her to the real murderer of her husband. Stay focused on one and you'll get the other, Alex. Strengthening her resolve, she headed out.

Bobby Goren stood in the kitchen with hot coffee in one hand and case notes in the other. He didn't sleep much the night before. Or at all. He was pleased when he felt around and noticed the border of his protective shell still remained intact. He wasn't kidding when he said it had been awhile since he had to build from scratch so he forgot that unwelcoming side effect that comes with feeling nothing. Insomnia. Lack of sleep was a small price to pay, though, for what he needed to do. I promise it's only until we nail this guy. It's not forever. Who was he trying to fool? There was no way he would take them down a second time. He's seen and felt what happens when he makes that mistake. Dr. Robert Goren did not make the same mistake twice.

Entering the building, Eames felt her steps speed up as she made it to the elevator. While riding up to her destination, the detective checked herself. I can do this. I will do this. If not for me, then for Joe.

As she sat her things down on her desk, she noticed the desk across from her had a dark coat and an empty styrofoam cup. From the smell, she figured coffee. She looked around. Who could that be? Her question was soon answered when someone called her name. She raised her head up and saw Hanna motioning for her to come over to one of the conference rooms. She was not prepared for what she saw.

Case file boxes sat empty in the far corner of the room, while their contents scattered across the table. The whiteboard closest to her had photos stuck to it and the other one at the far end of the room had what looked to be a timeline scrawled on it.

"What is this?" Eames turned to her superior.

"I was hoping you could tell me." He recognized the handwriting as Bobby's but if she didn't know what he was doing, what did that mean for the case and them?

Eames opened her mouth to speak when the man himself lumbered in with a fresh cup of coffee in his hand. His eyes darted between the two but didn't speak. When his detective didn't say anything either, the captain took the initiative.

"Uh, Bobby. What is all this?" He gestured to the room.

"It's the case." The professor stated as if it was obvious.

"Clearly it's a case, but which case? I know you two haven't made this much progress."

"It's my husband's case." Eames gazed at the photos on the board.

"I thought this was about the Delgados' murders?" Hanna was beginning to regret his decision to let her keep this case.

"We can't solve it without finding who really killed Joe." Bobby answered in a detached manner. There was a hint of defiance there as well.

Hanna looked at his friend. Oh, no. Goren caught his gaze and immediately stared into his eyes. Almost daring him to continue.

Alex's voice interrupted their waiting game. "What do you have so far?" She tried to keep her voice even but the anxiety she was feeling betrayed itself.

Bobby stood up and began sharing his findings. "Joseph Dutton was working undercover. Mainly small deals. Always working up the ladder to get the bigger fish. He and his partner Kevin Quinn were parked in an alleyway waiting for Manny Delgado. He was a small-time dealer but had the backing of some pretty serious people. Dutton and Quinn were hoping to establish a connection with him and take it all the way to the top." The manner in which he was speaking unnerved both Hanna and Eames.

How can he be so matter of fact about this? It's my life he's talking about. It's like he's reading a grocery list! Alex couldn't believe it.

Joseph Hanna, however, had seen it before. No, Bobby. Please don't do this. You don't need to. I thought you were okay. Please. Please, my friend, don't shut down. Alex will need you.

Goren, seemingly oblivious to his company's inner turmoil, continued. "Previously in this case, they investigation found that Manny must have made Dutton and killed him. He was shot try to get away from Quinn. He was sentenced to 25 years after pleading guilty. We thought it was to avoid a life sentence. Now it doesn't even look like he did it. At least not by himself."

Bobby moved some files around until he found the one he wanted. "His lawyer, Daniel Sullivan, visited him six times in lockup and only once in prison."

"That's not unusual. The case was closed." Eames spoke up.

"No it's not. Look at the date. Now look at this." Goren grabbed another sheet of paper.

Eames huffed in slight annoyance. "I already know this, Bobby."

"I know that." He answered her with some annoyance of his own. Wait. She just called me 'Bobby'." Nope. Focus. You have a job to do. Do it and get out before you cause any more damage.

"He visited again just days before Manny asked to meet with you." That was new. Bobby pointed to the prison visitors log.

"We need to talk to that lawyer." Eames grabbed the paper and headed for her desk. She had phone calls to make. Bobby got up as well but was stopped but a body standing in between him and the door.

"Bobby." No reaction. Hanna sighed and tried again.

"Bobby, will ya look at me?" Bobby's eyes lifted slightly but his head remained pointed at the floor.

"Oh, Bobby, please don't do this." That got a reaction. His head shut up and he was now standing toe to toe with his friend. "What'd you do it for? There's no need. Nobody is going to hurt you?"

Goren's eyes burned with fear when he realized he'd been made. He knows what I'm doing. It doesn't matter though. It's no big deal. Really it isn't.

"It is a big deal. " Oh, I said that out loud.

"Bobby, you are safe here." Hanna wanted to put an arm around him, but thought better of it.

After a beat, Goren spoke. "It's not me I'm worried about."

Alex came back from her desk with her coat and service weapon. "Sullivan is in his office. He leaves in an hour. You coming?"

Goren nodded and dipped himself past Hanna and towards the desk where he'd placed his coat. What he didn't know was that Eames had heard his confession.

Hanna places his hands on his hips and let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. He could only watch as the two stepped into the elevated and out of sight.