Finn takes the photo in his hands and he can't tell if it's the cold or his anger that is making him shake. It made his blood boil to know that these killers were right under his nose and he couldn't spot them. And what made it worse to him, they were bringing Dean into this. Turning the photo around, he finds a drawing of a tree scribbled on the back.

"What?"

"I saw it too. Roman and I had no idea what it meant either. Why a tree?"

"I don't know, but this has to be proof that we have been watched since the beginning. I'm more concerned with what the picture says. Invited to what?"

Dean scratches the back of his neck, thinking of an answer. "Do you think that they actually want us to meet with them? They can't be that stupid."

"Whatever they're planning, we can't fall for any games. But…" Finn scans his eyes over his surroundings. "We should go somewhere less crowded."

Dean agreed and Finn tried thinking of somewhere with very few people at this time during the day, all the while checking his mirrors for anyone following them. Somehow, he drove them to the cemetery for some reason. Finn didn't want to be here, but it was one of the only places in the city that he could be alone with Dean to talk and not keep an eye on the surrounding area for anybody watching them.

Finn could see the reluctance in Dean's expression, however, and placed a reassuring hand on his knee. "This was the only place I could think of. If you're uncomfortable being here, we can leave."

Dean rejected the idea. "No, I'm okay. I think being here is something I needed to do."

He exits the car without a second thought and gestures for Finn to follow him, which he does without losing a step. It's only after walking for a while that Finn realizes they've come upon the grave of his deceased sister when he reads the grave plaque. Grass has still not been planted, the dirt still in an uneven pile with fresh flowers left upon it. Probably from friends. Ignoring all that, he hears Dean sigh heavily. There's a melancholy gleam in his eyes, but he's still giving a small smile.

"I didn't bring anything today, but once I find out who the two people who killed her were, I'll put a big bouquet here."

Finn nodded. "I'll make sure you get that bouquet soon."

"I still don't understand why it had to be this way. She would've grown up to be a spectacular person, y'know. Better than anyone in our family could've been. Now all of that's wasted. And for what?" He pauses to zip up his jacket, the wind picking up in this cold weather. "Finn, do you think the families of the other victims would be doing the same as me?"

"Many wanted to, I'm sure. Others have given up on me finding the truth. I almost gave up too for the longest time."

"Is he here too? Your friend, Elias?"

Surprisingly, the question didn't hurt as much as he thought he would. Something about getting everything off his chest the past few days has made talking about Elias much easier. And it was all because of the man next to him.

Finn guessed it's because he's found a new thing to fight for again in Dean.

It's Finn's turn to lead. "I remember where he is. Come with me."

In just a few minutes, Finn is there. He senses Dean right behind him but his eyes are locked on the grave plaque which reads the name: Elias Samson. The flowers placed there look like they're dying which means he hasn't been visited in a while which makes Finn feel slightly guilty. He's only visited this place only one other time, which was the day of the funeral. Not long after was his leave of absence. He felt the wind blow away his silent tears and Dean's warm body in the back of his own, wrapping his arms around his hips.

Finn leaned his head back on his shoulder, looking up at the clouds. It feels like he hasn't seen the sun out in days. How long were they expected to stay trapped in wind and rain? It could last forever if it wanted to. Finn hadn't had a good day in the sun for a long time.

He locks his hands with Dean's and closes his eyes. "I'm alright."

"You sure?" He whispers which send goosebumps in the back of Finn's neck.

"With you, I know I'll be alright. And I promise Elias...I'm never going to give up again. I pretended to forget him and the other victims, but I can't do that anymore. Not when I still have a job to do."

Dean kisses the side of his cheek. "Good. 'Cause I'm still sticking by you."

With the wind comes the rain and the two set to have the remainder of their conversation in the car, but Finn pulls him to the side first, ignoring how soaked they're getting. Grabbing the back of his neck, Finn tiptoes up to give him a long, heated kiss with Dean returning it intensely. The sound of distant thunder breaks them apart and the two smile at each other.

"Thank you," Finn murmurs.

"For what?"

"Just because."

In the few minutes it takes to dry off in the car, they spend it rubbing their bodies against one another, Finn gasping as Dean grabbed at his ass. Finn grins, halting the movement of his hips to give him a short kiss on his neck.

"As much as I want to, I don't think having sex in my car while we're still in the cemetery is the most appropriate place."

"Fair enough," Dean chuckles. "I guess now's the time when I should tell you my thoughts on your case."

"What would that be?"

"I've been wondering where Braun's connection to everything lies. You remember the place we first met? The underground fighting circuit?"

"Yes."

"I assume you know how I got there. Becky gave me the address. I don't believe that Becks is involved with this, but I do know that strange guys go in there to pass her papers. I'm starting to wonder if Braun knew I wanted to find him."

Then Finn's suspicions would be right on them being spied on since the beginning. But wouldn't that mean that they were targets all along? He wondered why they wasted such time just teasing and taking out their connections and not taking he and Dean out before they got too close to the truth. Perhaps they enjoyed the thrill of hide and seek.

"We better go ask Becky a few questions."

There's not many people today in the bar, so asking Becky questions shouldn't have been too difficult. She smiles at them once they reach the counter and her eyes scan downwards to their interlocked hands.

"Hey, boys. What can I do for ya?"

"Becks, we need to ask you something."

She's confused at first, but nods. "Anything for you, Dean." She gives Finn a hard stare. "I know you're the detective here, so ask away."

"Very well. Becky, the day you and I met, I asked you to give me the address to where Dean was. The underground fighting circuit. You mentioned when you gave the address to me that customers would give them to you. Do you recall anyone specific giving you these addresses?"

Becky honestly had to sit on that one. It had been a while since she received an invite to that place. And with the police shutting it down, there was no chance of her getting one any time soon.

"That's tough. So many faces throughout the day, the faces get all mixed up. I think...I think he had a beard? I'm sorry, I'm really trying to remember all I can. But I know it was always someone with a beard."

"Okay. That's all we'll need. Thank you for trying, though. If you remember anything else, contact Dean."

"Stay safe, Becks."

"You too."

Walking around, Finn shook his head. A beard. That could've been anyone in the city.

"Well, we know Braun's got a beard," Dean points out, trying to lighten the mood.

"You're right. I better get back to the interrogation room." He gives Dean a quick kiss. "I'll drive you home. If you can, keep an eye on the mail slots for anybody besides the mailman putting things there."

"Alright. Be careful, yeah? He might be in custody but Braun is still dangerous."

Finn understands completely.

Walking through the office, it seems as though he's getting nervous looks towards him and it's not until he enters his office, he knows why. Charlotte is there, sitting in his seat with crossed arms and a frown on her face.

"Finn, why do you think you can lie to me?"

"Charlotte? I'm afraid I don't-"

"Okay, I'll be perfectly blunt, then. You arrested suspect Braun Strowman on involvement with the recent murders and illegal underground fights. But I have just gotten word from the interrogation room that our other suspect, Dean Ambrose, was also present at his arrest. When I questioned Rollins, he told me that was true. Now tell me, why did you decide to hold this information from me, your chief of police?"

He widened his eyes. So Braun said more, if only a little. He didn't mean to lie to Charlotte, but he also didn't want Dean to be viewed as a suspect when the real killers were out there.

"My apologies, Charlotte. It was a simple mistake. But it's much bigger than we thought. There's not one murderer, there's two. I've been trying my best to narrow down the clues that I didn't think it was necessary to arrest Ambrose."

She scoffs. "A simple mistake. Right. And who might've told you about this investigation having more than one murderer?"

"...Braun Strowman."

She nods with a displeased look. "I see. Just remember where the case lies, Finn. Our reputation with the public is hanging by a thread and I don't want to see anymore innocent lives be lost because of misplaced feelings."

She walks out without so much as a goodbye. Finn had never seen Charlotte so angered with him and now it has only gotten worse. Seth and Bayley enter shortly afterwards, their expressions covered with distress.

"Finn," Seth breathed. "I'm sorry, man. Braun brought it up and I couldn't lie to Chief Flair's face. I know you're only trying to help him out, but-"

"But Seth and I think it might be putting yourself in trouble. If people around here start finding out that you're falling for a potential suspect-"

"He didn't do anything!" Finn yells. "Don't talk about him like he's some kind of killer!"

The room falls quiet and Finn storms right into the interrogation room where Braun is sitting patiently. He glares at Finn but the detective won't have it as he slams the photo of him and Dean on the table.

"What the fuck is this?"

"It looks like a picture of you and your boyfriend."

"Don't start! It was found in Dean's mail. What does it mean?"

"Exactly what it says. You're invited to see them. All you gotta do is solve the rest of your mystery."

Breathing hard with anger, he flips the photo over. "Why a tree?"

Braun sits back in his chair and closes his eyes and Finn begins to wonder if he had the nerve to take a nap.

"The cabin."

"What?"

"There's a big park not too far into town, right? Some people rent out fancy cabins there. That tree is a clue. No doubt they have something in the cabin. You need to get a grip, detective. It's a game and so far you're losing."

Finn is left speechless and takes a moment to step away. He doesn't know that Seth is listening outside the room on the other side of the window and pushes himself aside. He takes a moment to pull out his phone. It was against protocol, but he needed to let Dean know of his discovery.

Finn: Braun told me about the photo. Said there was a cabin in the large park outside of town and that something would be there. I'll meet with you later.

He puts away the phone and looks back at Braun who is waiting on the next question.

"Do you know a woman by the name of Becky Lynch?"

"Pardon?"

"Becky Lynch! She owns a bar downtown and she was given countless invitations to those underground fights you loved watching by an unknown source. All she recalls is that the person who sent them had a beard."

"And you're assuming it's me. I've never met a woman named Becky Lynch in my life. You can kick me out of that suspicion."

Unbeknownst to Finn, Seth makes his way back to the office. Seth's head begins to spin with the information that he has given. They were close to possibly solving this case. After all this time, it was ending. He forgot that he left the door open when he spots Alexa over his shoulders.

"What's got you looking like that? You look as if you're about to throw up."

"S-Sorry, it's just…"

Then Seth started to get an idea. Finn was already on thin ice with Charlotte and if he were to go investigating, he might get hurt. Especially if he was dragging along Dean Ambrose with him. This could've been Seth's chance. He could explore the cabin himself, yes, and maybe finally impress Charlotte. He would no longer have to work on small cases because he would have finished this investigation for Finn. He smiles.

"I think there's a place in those private cabins just outside the city that could hold the key to solving this case."

"Wait, I thought it was whatever-his-name's case."

"It is, but I think I can search it too while the hours are still good."

Alexa pauses, confused by how excited he was getting and shrugged. "Take me with you."

"Sorry, Alexa, but you're not exactly a cop. It could be dangerous."

"Did you forget I'm a forensic specialist? You could accidentally ruin some hefty evidence."

"Why do you wanna come with me so bad?"

"Because what if this really is related to what happened to Sami? I wanna know why." She shakes her head. "Besides...you helped me out when I was down. I just wanna return the favor."

Seth groans, knowing he's not going to get anywhere in this conversation. "Fine! You can come, but you gotta stay in the car at all time, you hear me? You're not a detective or a cop and I'm not gonna put your life in danger any further. You understand?"

"Loud and clear."

Back at home, Dean was feeling bored, with Roman at work and Finn back at the station. The whole case ran through his mind, but not as much as Finn did. He talked about it earlier this morning to Roman and recalled how much his best friend smiled, saying that he hadn't seen Dean so happy talking about someone else. He smiled just thinking about it.

Then he felt his phone vibrate.

Reading over the text message sent by Finn, he felt his body begin to slow down. This was his chance, their chance. But why? He wondered what exactly could be there that was waiting for them. He texted him back.

Dean: Good. Be safe.

His own body kept trembling at the idea of finally finding some clue on to who his sister's killers could be and decided to do something he didn't want Finn finding out about. He didn't want to worry Finn like he did yesterday with Braun. If he hurried, he would just scope out the cabins there and go back before Finn noticed or if Roman came home and got concerned.

Right. He would be back before anyone knew.

Rushing out of his apartment, Dean didn't spot a pair of eyes spying on him.

It's been over an hour and a half now. Finn has run out of questions to ask and it is clear that Braun is out of answers. He was so close to solving this case, but there was a huge hole covering that up. The two suspects. Getting up, he decides to run over the case files and think about it more in his office. Just as his hands land on the doorknob, though-

"They're waiting."

He looks back at Braun but the bigger man just stares at the ceiling. "What was that?"

"They planned for this to happen. They're waiting for you, detective. You and Dean are the only ones standing in their way. Or...rather it's just you they need to take care of now. Ambrose will be out of the way shortly."

Finn rushes over. "What are you talking about? What are they going to do with Dean?!"

A shrug of the shoulders. "Better go check on your boyfriend. Whatever they have planned, it won't be good."

Finn's heart skips a beat and wastes no time and runs right out the door.

When Finn sees various police cars parked in front of Dean's apartment building, the first thing that sets into him is initial panic. The crime scene tape is up and officers are gathered around and the fear of back when he found Elias sets in, causing Finn to sprint across the street and barely have enough time to show other officers his badge. The first person he recognizes is Bayley who is speaking with a few men, but Finn doesn't care about that right now. He needed to know what was happening. He needed to know if Dean was okay.

"Bayley! What the hell is going on? What happened?"

She's startled at first but pulls him aside, excusing the other officers. "Chief Flair didn't inform you in the interrogation room before we left? We just got an anonymous tip from a resident reporting suspicious activity. The caller led us to the apartment of Dean Ambrose. You might wanna go up and take a look at what we found. Finn...I'm sorry."

Finn's heart beats with fear. He only nods and runs straight upstairs where the investigation is being held and that's when Finn finds out what had happened. In Dean's bedroom was the collection of photographs of the past victims he swore was lost to them. But it wasn't the worst. There were knives, knives he suspected the killers of using to end their victims. Investigators surround the room, but Finn walks out, out of breath and feeling dizzy.

They've done it again. He should've been here with Dean. Somehow they entered the apartment and planted their evidence to frame Dean. He didn't understand how or why. Finn felt sick. His pulse raced. Where was Dean? Finn had to know if he was safe. He was about to call him until he saw Charlotte walk away with other cops.

"Charlotte!" Finn calls out to her but she continues to walk away. "Chief! Chief Flair, you need to listen-"

"I've listened enough. It's time these murders come to an end." She stares him down and Charlotte is in no mood for any protest she hears from Finn. "It's over. We found hard evidence that proves Ambrose has been our guy all along and now finding him and arresting him is top priority."

"Chief, you don't understand, he's not-"

"I understand that letting you back into this case was a mistake. You've been nothing but distracted this whole time and I won't hear any excuses you make for that man because you ended up gathering feelings for him. Don't think I didn't know what was going on. Your duty to this city comes first!" She walks off again but not before letting one more thing be known. "And another thing, Detective Balor. You are hereby prohibited from getting any further involved in this case. Go against my orders and you will be suspended! That's my final order!"

Finn nearly falls to his knees as she walks away, Bayley running to his side. His body feels as if he had just been hit by a truck. This wasn't happening. He was failing again. Bayley rubs his back but Finn starts to feel numb.

"W-Where's Seth?" Finn barely manages to word.

"I don't know." She wipes a tear off his cheek that Finn didn't even realized he let go. "Finn, I'm so sorry. But I believe you. I can see it in your eyes. Dean didn't kill those people, did he?"

Finn's hand shakes as he scrolls through his phone. "I need to call him. I need to know where he is, if he's okay."

The ringing of the phone seems longer than it usually is. When he's hit with that first voicemail, his heart sinks. He tries again.

"Dean. Please...please answer."

Voicemail.

Finn wanted to crush his phone, but third time's the charm. It ends in another failed attempt. He resorts to calling Seth. Wherever his friend was, he needed his help.

Another voicemail. This time, Finn leaves a message.

"Seth! I don't know where the hell you are right now, but please pick up! I need your help. Please. Dean's been framed and I don't know where he is or if he's alright. Please answer me!"

The hard crush of defeat was falling on his back and Finn finally let his knees give in as he fell to the floor, Bayley right there with him giving him a hug.

He was failing again.