Chris was at home. He was, once again, watching TV. And, once again, there a loud knock on the door. "What?" asked Chris, opening the door. Jamie then explained, "Chris, there is a plot against you, we got to go. You are innocent." Chris ran outside the door and to his car. "No..." said Jamie, "This might be tampered. Take mine."
Jamie swerved around one corner and almost hit an old car. The old car then sped up and chased after Jamie and Chris. "Pull over now," said Chris. The old car also stopped and two men in ski masks exitted the car. Jamie stared at Chris. "Swap," asked Chris. Clambering over Jamie, Chris got in the driver's seat. The men were halfway to the car when Chris suddenly drove backwards crashing straight into the old car. Chris had a better veiw of the men and one held a crowbar. The men then ran straight to the car.
Chris then started to drive towards the men and ran them over. Chris got out the car. The unarmed man ran towards Chris and tried to punch him. Chris grabbed his arm and pulled him to the ground. Grabbing his handcuffs he arrested him. As he got up, he felt a metal bar hit him across the head so hard, Chris was knocked unconcious. The men grabbed Chris and put him in the back seat of the squad car with the unconcious Jamie. The men took off the ski masks and put it on Jamie and Chris. Taking off their clothes to reveal a police uniform, they got in the front seats and drove off.
Back at the lab, Sara and James were in the staff room waiting for another crime for them to process. James' phone rang. James grabbed his phone and looked at the caller ID. "Hey, Sara, it's Jamie. I'll put him on loudspeaker for you." James sat don and put his phone on the table and put it on loudspeaker. A robotic-like voice came on. "If you want Jamie to live, send us 14 million, but nothing will get Chris back, he will pay." After the man finished their was several screams, both Chris and Jamie's.
"Who is this?" asked Sara. "I'm known as Rich's Thebror, but a muddled at the moment." James got up and ran to the morgue. Frank was in there singing to the radio. "Yes?" asked Frank, who stopped the singing and switched the radio off. James replied, "You're Chris' cousin, right?" Frank nodded. "Does he have a brother." Frank nodded and said, "In a way, because his brother was killed. Accidently. By Chris." James was confused, "His brother just called, he said, 'I'm known as Rich's Thebror' which is an angrame of Chris' Brother."
"Only one person was badly afected by the death, Chris' sister but she shot herself last year." James slightly smiled, "Maybe someone was affected by her death and blamed Chris." James then asked, "Who was mostly affected by her death?" Frank signed James to come closer. "Me." Frank then grabbed James gun out of his holdster and pushes James on the floor. Frank then pulled the trigger and shot James cold-blooded.
Later, the corener came in with a new body and discovered James on the floor. The corener rushed to James aid. He called for an ambulance. "P-p-pocket," splutered James. "S-s-Sara." The corener reached in James' pocket and took out his mobile and seacrhed in the contacts. "Yeah, is this Sara?" asked the corener. "Yes?" asked Sara on the mobile. "Can you come to the morgue at..." Sara then interupted with, "I work with the morgue." About ten minutes later, Sara opened the door and ran towards James. "What happened?" she asked. "F-f-Frank has Chris." Sara got up and ran outside the door.
The new recruit entered the building. She walked over to the recptionist. "I'm the new person, Jane Volley. Is there any open cases?" asked Jane. The receptionist pointed to the sign next to her. Morgue. She entered and looked at the cover investigators, who gave her two bags. "The one marked 01 was the one from the new body and 02 is the fellow in hospital."
At the lab, Jane compared the bullet from James to see if the gun had been used in a previous crime. No matches. She did the same with the other. No match. She then thought to compare bullets. They matched. The main cover investigator, Drew Evens, entered. "Anything?" asked Drew. "Yes, the bullets have no record of a previous crime but they are both from the same gun. He wanted James to be found."