"Amelia Michelle Conner. Born in Flagstaff on May 23, 1985. Live with her Irish mother, Angela, and her Italian father, Robert until Robert died in a car accident when Amy was six. After his death Angela and Amy moved to Albuquerque where they stayed until Amy was eighteen, then she moved to Henderson when she met Luke and that's where she lives today." Sara reading off of a sheet that she had just printed off.

"Sorry to interrupt your very accurate rambling, but is it possible you tell me something that I don't already know?" Greg asked dryly.

"Greg? For one, I didn't know any of this and needed an update. Second, I am sorry you are in such a pissy mood but you need to get over it!" Sara shot back. "You shouldn't be working this case anyway. You are too close to the victim and-"

"She isn't a victim!" Greg said

"Oh so beating your girlfriend is ok now?"

"I didn't say that and you know it."

"Maybe you should sit this one out. Amy is in the Box, so maybe you should meet her when she comes out. Ok? I'll call you when we get done interrogating Luke. Ok?"

Greg sat there, not saying anything for a moment, then got up and left the room.

Amy had shoulder-length blond hair with big blue eyes. Sitting in the Box she looked sixteen rather than twenty. She looked so helpless to Greg. When he got to the room, the interrogation was over and she was waiting to be discharged. He took a deep breath before opening the door and taking a seat next to her. "I thought you might want some company."

"Thanks." Amy replied in a small voice.

"It's going to get better." He paused. "Do you have anywhere to stay?"

She paused. "Yes."

"You're lying. I've known you too long." He said with a smile. "You can stay with me."

Amy looked up quickly shaking her head. "No. No, I'll get a hotel or something. I don't want to bother you."

"You're not a bother. You never were and you never will be." He said

Amy just nodded.

Brass came in a few moments later announcing that she could leave. "Do you have somewhere to stay for the night?"

"She is staying with me. Right?" He asked looking back at her.

"Yes."

"Ok so is she free to go or…"

"No she can go." Brass said

"ok." Grabbing Amy's hand they both stood and left the interrogation room.

"Why do you take me in so easily?" she asked

"Because it's easy." He said. They both looked at each other and started laughing. Just as I remember, Greg thought to himself.