"Her name is Mikal Dayan," Lassiter read from the file aloud to Shawn in the bullpen by his desk.
"That's not even close to Josie McCoy," Shawn huffed.
"Of course not, she was using a fake name to lure us in," Lassiter grumbled eyeing the man next to him in disbelief. Shawn pounded one fist into another.
"I'm so going to get her," he snarled angrily, causing Lassiter to take a step back, startled; he wasn't expecting the anger.
"Why don't we do the police route this time since the 'psychic' one didn't really work out?"
"Are you really telling me that you think that the police version is going to catch her?"
"Do you really have no respect for real police work?" Lassiter snarled out angrily.
"I do… there's just to many loopholes….it's easier if we can't catch her and then give her to the police, that way they can figure out how to make the charges stick."
"Fine…so what do you propose?"
"So why are we hiding in the secret gun closet in the middle of the night?"
"Because it's unexpected. She knows that we're pissed about what happened to Gus and she knows that there is going to be a full on manhunt to find her so what we have to do is make sure we catch her now before she leaves."
"How do you know she hasn't already left?"
"Because she came back. She killed him, left, and then came back to an active crime scene. She obviously forgot something the last time she was here and now she needs it. She probably couldn't find it last time. You should have seen how big her eyes got when she saw this bookcase door open…she most likely assumes that it's in here and she needs to get it before her mission is up."
"She risked entering a live crime scene with cops inside and out and attempted to murder a police consultant…who's to say that she didn't already come by and get it. I would assume that she could get around the three beat cops wandering around the perimeter of the house between coffee breaks."
"Maybe…."
"Maybe…if she did then this is a complete waste of time."
"This is quality bonding time here Lassie… that's never a waste of time."
"You're ridiculous," Lassiter grumbled standing from where he was hunched over and stretching, reaching for the release on the inside of the weapons vault/panic room.
His hand hovered over the button when he froze, eyeing on the monitors that controlled the five bugs around the house…they still hadn't figured out what the bug in the panic room was for.
There she was…moving quickly and quietly around the house, dodging spots that she may have assumed were triggered or bugged. Lassiter silently waved Shawn to look at the monitors and watched the detective beside him smirk his superiority. Lassiter always did find that annoying.
Shawn pushed Lassiter away from him and toward the opposite wall so that they were both at opposite sides of the room and out of view when she opened the door and took a few steps inside. They waited in an intense silence and both their breaths hitched when they heard the release on the door.
There she was, walking into the vault carefree, her arms dangling carelessly beside her body as she began to eye the shelves looking for whatever it was she came for. Shawn watched her eyes from where he was standing and noticed the way her body language changed each second. The instant she spotted the thing she had been looking for he instantly knew as well and nodded his head to Lassiter who placed the cuffs around her wrists before she could move any closer to the object in question.
She attempted to put up a fuss but it didn't take long for their back-up to arrive and place her into the squad car. Shawn grabbed the USB device that she had been so worried about and held onto it tight as they made their way toward the station to listen in on the interrogation. After all, she did go after one of their own.
