Jen could not decide if she liked this or not. She had been invisible for most of the day. First sneaking into the morgue with Nick, then sneaking out with him once they'd found and copied the log page from the day the golf club was taken to the lab. Then she'd gone invisible to sneak back out again. And now she was invisible once again as they went into the police station.

On the one hand, she was glad to be a part of this, to be by Nick's side and to help him through all of this. But hiding like this was starting to feel slightly demeaning, being hidden away like this. She understood, of course. She wasn't supposed to be in all these places Nick was taking her. And as she'd said to him before, she didn't want to cause him more problems and her presence would be just that. Nick wanted her with him, and that was flattering. She was helpful, even if she couldn't be seen. Still, it was just a bit frustrating.

"You shouldn't be here," was the curt greeting Nick received from Senior Sergeant Wolfe as he walked in with Jen sneaking behind him.

"I know," Nick replied dismissively. He put the log down on the table and explained about Jack Endeby, the detective who was on his squad back during the Majors case, how he must have been the one to plant the blood or at least knew who did it.

Jen watched silently. She was glad no one could see her because her face would have betrayed her feelings on the whole thing. The younger detective, Rhys, had his computer open and searching through records for Endeby, who apparently had retired and then died a number of years ago. Rhys turned his screen and showed Nick the resignation letter.

The magic of computers was something Jen would ask questions about later, but for now, she was about ready to reveal herself to point out something she noticed immediately.

"Hang on," Nick said, stopping Rhys from moving the computer away. "If that's Endeby's signature, that certainly isn't."

Jen exhaled in relief. Nick had noticed the same thing she had. She'd been looking at that log page while in the car. She knew what the Endeby signature looked like there. The one on the letter on Rhy's screen was nothing like it.

"And besides, Endeby was out of town on vacation for two weeks during the trial. He wasn't there to make that log entry," Duncan added, standing behind Rhys.

"So it must have been someone who knew procedures, someone who the morgue knew so they wouldn't bother checking the sign-in," Rhys extrapolated.

Nick sagged in defeat, his face hard with frustration. "Bruce Dalton."

Wolfe nodded. "Rhys, Duncan, bring Dalton back in. And you," he said, turning to Nick, "go home."

"Yes, sir," Nick agreed. His eyes searched the room, looking for some sign of Jennifer but obviously seeing none.

He needn't have worried. She was right there with him. He started to walk back toward the lift, and Jen put a gentle hand on his arm. Nick stiffened in surprise but immediately relaxed. She held onto him until the lift doors closed, leaving them alone. She rested her head on his shoulder.

"Thanks," he whispered.

They headed back to the house and Nick realized that he was at a bit of a loss. They'd gotten a lead, but there was nothing he could do about it. He'd passed it along to the team. But he wasn't on the team. Not right now. He had to leave them to follow up on things. Nick had never done well on the sidelines. He'd never been the sort to wait around for others to do things.

He and Jen were quiet as they went inside. He kicked off his shoes by the door, trying to vent some frustration and not take it out in some other way. When he turned, he saw Jennifer standing there, looking concerned. She'd let her wings go visible again, and he smiled to see them.

"What?" she asked, confused at his change of expression.

"Your wings."

She smiled, blushing slightly. "Really?"

He shrugged, not wanting to say too much. But he did like to see her wings. They were beautiful. She was beautiful. Everything about her. And despite this being some of the worst experiences of his life with all this Dane Majors crap dragged up and his reputation and entire career hanging by a thread, he was beyond grateful to have Jennifer. "I don't know what I'd do without you," he confessed.

"You'd be alright," she said with self-deprecating dismissiveness.

"Yeah, probably," he conceded. "But having you here, getting to know you and be with you and see your world, just knowing about the fairies and the fairy realm, that there's somewhere…I dunno, better than all this…"

Jen crossed toward him and went up on her tiptoes to give him a soft kiss. Her fingers gently caressed his cheek, and he hummed happily against her lips. She drew back and murmured, "Things will end up alright here, one way or another."

Nick wanted to believe her. He just didn't quite know how.

"Come on," she said, taking his hand. "Let's watch something on the television. Get your mind off this for a little while. There's nothing more we can do right now."

He certainly had to agree with that. And it would be nice just sit on the sofa and have a cuddle with Jen for a while.

They ended up watching some film from a few years ago that Nick had missed in the theaters. Jen had never seen a film before, so they had a nice time with her asking questions and him explaining as best he could. As far as he could tell, she enjoyed it. It was nice to see, the way she seemed to like asking questions and learning things; her lack of understanding didn't frustrate her in the way it might have for someone else. Nick loved her all the more for it, that open, inquisitive nature.

When the film ended, it was starting to get dark outside. Nick and Jen cooked dinner together just as they had before. Nothing too fancy, just a bit of chicken and veg roasted in the oven with a bit of gravy Nick whipped up himself.

He took a moment to text Duncan to ask for an update. His friend responded right away. Dalton wasn't at his house and hadn't showed up for his shift. There was a KALOF out on him and his car, which wasn't at his house. Nick sighed and left his phone in the kitchen, trying to forget about all that to have a nice meal with Jennifer.

Jen was setting the table when the doorbell rang. She looked up and froze. Nick gave her a reassuring nod as he went to answer it. Jen made herself invisible but otherwise stayed where she was.

Nick opened the door to find a surprising sight. "Bruce," he greeted.

Dalton stood there, looking like a wounded lion about to be cornered. Shifty. Powerful. Dangerous. "Been reading the papers, Nicky?" he asked. Nick had grown to despise the way the man said his name like that. "Listened to the radio or tv?"

With a glance over his shoulder, Nick saw the coast was clear. His phone was in the kitchen and there wasn't anything Jen could do without him telling her. But he could try to figure something out. "Want to come in?" he offered.

With a small nod, Dalton walked into Nick's house. Nick closed and locked the door behind him and followed.

They both paused in the living room. Nick could smell that Jen was nearby, though he didn't know where. He hoped she'd stay put, away from whatever was about to happen.

"Got to ask you why your Homicide buddies are knocking on my door, mate," Dalton began. His voice was frightened. Nick had never heard Bruce frightened before. "They're coming to my office asking questions about me."

"Got to ask them that," Nick replied. "Been suspended."

Dalton chuckled, "Temporarily." But his smile quickly faded. "They're after my skin. Permanently. They've asked me to present myself for an interview. Again."

Nick's heart was pounding in his chest, but he remained calm. "Just some details, that's all," he said reassuringly.

"So you do know."

That slight challenge was all it took. Nick's expression hardened and his voice started to increase in volume. "I know that somebody signed into the morgue during the Dane Majors trial. I think whoever that was got some blood samples to use as trace evidence on a golf club, and I think that golf club was planted for me to find!" he ended with a bellow.

Jennifer was standing not three feet away from where the men were standing and talking, and Nick's sudden anger was jarring. Heartbreaking. She ached for him, having to stand there and talk to this man who had betrayed him and keep himself together. He was starting to break, as anyone would, and she wished she could do something to help. But she couldn't help him now. She couldn't do anything. She just had to stand there, infuriatingly invisible and silent.

Dalton started goading Nick, feeding into his anger. "You think that, do you? Well let me tell you, I don't think I'm gonna be the scapegoat for this Dane Majors thing."

"Why would you be used as a scapegoat, Bruce, unless you've got something to hide?" Nick asked, his voice now dangerously quiet.

"How many times have you seen a man walk on a technicality?" Dalton asked in return. There was a small tremor in his voice as the fear and adrenaline started to overtake him. "We all knew the bastard did it! He was just a lowlife hiding behind his celebrity!"

Nick felt tears prick his eyes as all his small bits of hope crashed and burned inside him. "Bruce…"

"Don't pretend you didn't twig to that evidence. You wanted him convicted as much as I did!"

"I'm not going down, Bruce," Nick growled, his face contorted with emotion. "I'm taking you in. I've already informed my sergeant about the planted evidence." He grabbed Dalton's face, barely keeping a grip on himself, barely resisting tearing this man limb from limb for what he'd done. For what he'd made Nick do. "I just need to know, Bruce. Did you kill Juliette Gardiner?"

Dalton was starting to cry, and Nick tossed him aside. Not so rough as to make the man fall over. But Nick just couldn't look at him anymore. He turned away and paced in a small circle, still right on the edge of doing some real damage. And when he turned back, Dalton was there and threw a whopper of a right hook at Nick's mouth.

Jennifer screamed as Nick dropped to the floor with the force of the punch. Dalton, spooked by what he'd done and the sound of Jen's voice, bolted from the house in a dead sprint. Jen stood frozen with indecision, wondering if she should follow Dalton or stay to tend to Nick. She heard a car start outside and knew she'd not be able to keep up with him. And Nick was out cold on the carpet.

She brought herself back to visibility and rushed to Nick's side.