Mac followed Rebecca into the trace lab and noted the wallet was out but it had been put away and temporarily resealed. "So you were working with the wallet. What did we get off of it?" She handed over a folder and he opened it up and she waited a second before he moved his one hand.

"Terrence was carrying cocaine in this wallet. He tried to cover it up by disposing of it as there's only trace amounts in the wallet now. I'm thinking we just found the motive," she informed and Mac looked at the GCMS results on the cocaine.

"It's 95 proof. How potent is that?"

"Potent. You'd only need a small amount to make a fortune," she responded looking at Mac. She then looked at him and took a breath. "Now this is only me making speculations here but I'd need my proof. Talon liked to deal."

"Drugs?" Stella had walked in as she was filling them in and that made Rebecca give her a look and chuckle. "Sorry. Thought I'd try to lighten the mood. I saw how tense you got when you came after Mac back at the precinct," she informed.

"I don't like this case one bit. There are already too many things that don't add up," she responded to Stella. Mac looked at her and she sighed knowing what the look was about. "I know you said to stay here and work on the evidence but this was something I couldn't ignore until you got back. I had to get you to come back," she informed.

"Think we can get him to talk?"

"I do. But not the way we're moving. I'm going to go by the books. I'm calling Flack, we're getting a recorder and we're trying again with Talon. This time? I'm going to be there and I'll be in my casual wear. If anything might make him talk, it's seeing me hurt. Seems he and dad share one thing in common. They're both angry at me," she responded looking a little distant near the end. Stella and Mac had to look at Rebecca who wasn't even looking at them anymore.

"We can try another way," Mac promised looking at her and she shook her head smiling weakly at Mac. "I'm serious. You don't have to put yourself into a place that you don't want to be," he responded and she chuckled at that.

"Mac, I know him. It's the only way we get him to talk. Meet me at the precinct in 20 minutes," she answered grabbing her bag and walking down to the locker room. Stella and Mac began working out the rest of the arrangements before heading down to the precinct to see Flack waiting for them.

"Where's Rebecca? I have everything she asked for, ready to go." He was about to continue before he saw Rebecca walking in and instead of bandaging covering all the wounds they were uncovered and she was wearing a crop top with her jean shorts. "Whoa."

"I said casual. I meant it. We have to get Talon to talk. This might be our one chance," she answered as she looked the same way she did when she left the hospital. Bruised and battered. "I'm not afraid to look at these things. So don't go treating me with the kid gloves."

"Is that what you think is going through our heads?" She nodded at Mac knowing he hated lies above all else. "Well, it's not. I think we're all just amazed at the strength you show every time you come to work. No offense but you've suffered a lot in under a year. So to see you come back after a mandatory week off, get shot at and now come back to face your shooter? We all kind of have the right to be amazed," he explained.

As they walked into the room, Talon saw his sister walking in and she stood by the viewing glass. She knew Stella was behind it with Jo and Lindsay. "So the worst of us finally shows her ugly mug. I see you survived trying to talk to me."

"I came to you to tell you that I had an investigation involving you and I wanted to try and get your side before the cops found you. But this is what happened. I'm leaving it at that," she answered before seeing the recorder turn on. "This is a recording of our interview as I am present. As you are biologically my full brother, everything I say is to be recrded to follow textbook procedures. I do not want to let your attorney have a field day thinking I coerced."

"Well you did just admit to coming after me though I'm your brother," he began.

"Came after you to talk to you. To make you have a chance to talk to someone off records before it had to be on record. The on record I wasn't to be present for, but you know? I think I physically want to be here. To look into the eyes of my shooter when he's told about the charges awaiting him," she warned.

"What charges?"

"Attempted murder of a Crime Scene Investigator, Aggravated assault with a deadly weapon," Flack listed looking at him. "The list could go for a little while. Now onto what we were going to say. I'm the one who believes in the facts of the matter. Your sister? She works on science alongside her boss Mac Taylor. Now to me, it was open and shut. You had something to do with it and when your sister tried to talk to you, you shot her to silence her. Now, your sister? That wasn't good enough. She wanted something concrete."

"Lovely story."

"I got something. The print I lifted off that wallet boss? It belonged to Talon. Detective Messer got a CODIS hit and it linked to Talon and the epithelial cells confirmed it's him as the CODIS hit and a familial match to an internal reference sample that belongs to me," she informed Mac.

"So we have not just circumstantial evidence. We have the motive with DNA evidence to back it up?"

"We already have him on a possession charge. Not hard to bump it to murder. Especially with the fact that after conducting some interviews we learned that Terrence is a known dealer. If Talon here didn't want to pay the full buck? I wouldn't be shocked. Pretty weak for my family's pride, but I'll take it. Rot in hell Talon. That's all I have to say to that."

"Rebecca go wait at the lab. We need to talk about that," Mac warned and she was about to argue before he gave her a pointed look that shut her up. She walked out and Talon snickered.

"We recorded it knowing she would do that. Detective Manx knows that she was on record. So she said what she wanted to knowing that the attorney and the IAB couldn't change her words on her and put words in her mouth. But she's right. Give them a little more time and your narrow bridge to freedom? Burns," Flack warned ending the recording.

As Mac returned to the lab he noted that Stella and Rebecca were arguing. "You could have lost your job for that. Did you think about that?" Mac knew Stella was worried about what happened and knew Rebecca wouldn't lie about what she said.

"I wouldn't have."

"You couldn't know that. None of us could. If Sinclair had heard that without context? You could have," Mac warned her walking in. "What Stella's saying is right. The last few sentences that are recorded? As much as IAB can't change them, you were way too fired up."

"Sorry my family was a family of molesters and beaters," she began before she covered her mouth and Stella looked at her with Mac at the same time. "I didn't just let that slip for the second time in front of coworkers."

"You did," Mac warned before pausing. "Who knew?"

"Sid," she responded. "I begged him not to tell you. Seems he upheld that."

"We're not done talking about this. Drive with me. We're going back to the apartment for a little while." She got into the car and after a few minutes, Mac decided to talk. "You are getting a spanking despite not living under my roof. You knew more than you let on."

"I know my family's past. Sue me," she responded dryly.

"You didn't say anything. Not to me. Sid knows your past about being in a family of molesters, but we didn't?"

"Because it was irrelevant to the investigation."

"It was relevant to you Detective Manx as you were just cleared for work yet you've had a history with this kind of trauma."

"Our department psych cleared me. So take it up with them," she advised. She walked away and glanced at Mac. "That trauma? It gives me the fuel to bring people like my family? Into jail. Molesters and beaters alike. My father? I loved him."

"But you never forgave him for the crimes he committed to you," Mac answered and she nodded. "When you said your brother and father were angry?"

"My dad? I tried to go to the police. I really tried. But it didn't work," she responded. She turned to face Mac. "Don Flack Sr. He was the arresting officer. Problems began when I learned they were buddies outside of work. So that sent my plan for a spiral. He didn't believe me. It got worse. My brother? He wanted to be just like dad."

"So whatever he was asked to do by your dad? He did."

"Jeremy? He didn't. He actually protected me. He joined the military to escape. Me? I was stuck. I resorted to drugs. But Jeremy?" She chuckled at the memories flooding her mind. "He wouldn't let that happen. He confronted me. When we were at the psych office. The day of mom being fired."

"That's why your mom was angry. You two were taking a stand. But Jeremy had supports. You didn't," Mac continued. She nodded at that. "That's why when you got your chance you ran and kept working for this. To make up for your complacency after the endless problems you faced," he continued.

"I had to do something. I never wanted to hear another story like mine again," she admitted and Mac guided her back inside. "How much trouble?"

"A lot but we'll get through this. Just like we did with Colic," he assured. He pulled her over his lap and as he began Mac saw in his own mind why he felt this fatherly nature towards Rebecca. He in his own instincts knew she needed a father that loved her for who she was. All her faults, her emotional neglect. As he heard her crying he knew to wrap things up as he had reached 30. "Why are we here Rebecca?"

"Because I broke protocol and faced off against Talon and put myself in danger by exposing my wounds early," she cried. After another 10 to her sit spots, he pulled her up and hugged her tightly as she cried. "I'm so sorry," she cried.

"Shhh, baby girl. It's all over. You're forgiven. Clean slate," he promised her, and slowly as she settled he saw the darkness under her eyes. "How about you go lay down for a bit. Then we'll head back to your place. Dinner," he reminded.

"Yeah," she answered and walked away. "After dinner, I think I'm ready to talk."

"We'll go into only as much detail as you want," he promised.

"Good."