Okay, so the last chapter didn't have too much story progress in it, but this one does! Hope you like it! :)

For the last week, Greg avoided Barry as much as he could. It was just an awkward feeling talking to him after what's happened. He wasn't even sure what was worse, seeing him with that woman or him asking him to be his brother's date for a wedding!

"Body's right this way," an officer said to Greg and Catherine, leading them to a dead woman lying in her bedroom. Catherine's cell phone rang, she told Greg to go ahead while she stayed behind, answering her phone.

Greg walked up to the body to take a look. Normally he'd start processing, but he just stood there for a minute, staring at the dead woman.

"Hey," Spencer said from behind.

Greg turned around with an angry face. "What the hell are you still doing here?"

"What? I was assigned to this case. What's wrong?"

"What's wrong is that this is the woman I caught you with last week!"

"Sssshhhht!" Spencer said annoyed. "I know! Would you please keep your voice down?"

"Well then you should also know that you're not allowed to work that case!" Greg pulled out his cell phone.

"What are you doing?"

"What do you think I'm doing? I'm calling Brass, he needs to know about this."

Spencer grabbed the phone out of Greg's hands, grabbed his wrist and pulled him over to a more private corner. "You can't do this!"

"I have to!"

"They'll think I have something to do with it, I can't let that happen!" Spencer said desperately.

"Listen, you can either tell Brass yourself or let me do it. I'd rather have you do it yourself, it won't make you look as bad. Just tell him you know her and slept with her, he doesn't have to know that it happened in his office. But you're not doing anyone a favor by trying to cover anything up. It'll only make you look guilty when they find out."

Catherine walked up to them. Spencer still had his grip around Greg's wrist. "Is everything alright?"

"Yes, ma'am. Everything's alright, isn't it?" Spencer looked at Greg.

Greg gave Spencer a look to encourage him to speak up, but he didn't. "Actually, no."

Greg was waiting in front of Brass' office for officer Spencer to come out. He had been in there for over an hour and Greg worried about him. He wasn't a bad person, Greg was sure, and didn't have anything to do with the death of this woman. But it sure didn't look too good for him right now.

Finally, the door opened. Greg hopped off his seat, facing Spencer. "How'd it go?"

Spencer briefly looked at Greg, then walked by him, bumping him with the shoulder as he passed him.

"Barry, wait."

He stopped walking but didn't turn around. "I'm suspended, thanks to you." He walked away.

Greg was discussing the case with Catherine in the layout room. The victim's name wasn't Rebecca as she said when Greg met her. It was Rita Woodbine. That was pretty much all they knew about her right now.

Robin came in with a pensive look on her face. "Guys?"

They turned around to her.

"I got some of the DNA results..."

"Anything useful?" Catherine asked.

"Maybe... Well, the epithalia under her fingernails... They belong to Officer Spencer." She looked at Greg. "The condom you found at the scene... His DNA is on it as well."

"Anything else?" Greg asked without showing any emotion both in his face and voice.

She shook her head.

"Thank you, Robin," Catherine said with a faint smile. Robin left. "This does not look good for him."

"No..." Greg replied gloomy. "But it's still not enough to prove he murdered her. Maybe he didn't."

Catherine nodded. "Maybe. But... If we find something that will prove he did it, will you be able to deal with that?"

"What do you mean?"

"We're only human, Greg. We can't be objective on all our cases. Sometimes they're too close to home for us to be impartial about it. The important thing is to realize it and back down, let someone else do it, you know?"

"Don't worry, I can handle it."

As the days went by, they gathered more and more evidence to suggest that officer Spencer might've been involved in Rita Woodbine's death. They had to interrogate him.

Greg and Spencer sat face to face in the interrogation room. Brass was with them, too.

"Does he have to be here?" Spencer asked annoyed. He was still angry with Greg for ratting him out. At least from his point of view, that's what Greg did.

"Why don't you tell us about your relationship with Rita Woodbine, Barry?" Brass asked.

"Well, for starters, I only know her by the name Rebecca... We met at a bar about three weeks ago. Since then we saw each other a few times."

"Have you ever been in her apartment?" Greg asked, trying to conceal the discomfort in his face.

"Sure."

"When was the last time?"

"The morning on the day she was found..."

Brass and Greg shared a look.

"This doesn't mean anything! I didn't kill her!"

"We, uh... found your DNA under her fingernails. Can you explain that?" Greg pulled out the DNA results and put them on the table.

Spencer laughed a bit. "Did you ever have sex? It can get rough, you know."

"How rough exactly did it get?" Brass put autopsy pictures on the table. "I'd say a little too rough for her, right?"

Spencer gulped. He knew he was in trouble but had no idea how to get out of it. "I didn't do it, I swear. She was just a fling, why should I kill her?"

"Doc Robbins estimated her time of death to be around 8 p.m. We know you didn't work that time, do you have an alibi?" Greg asked. He was hoping, as well as Brass, that Spencer had an airtight alibi.

"Since I had to work the nightshift today, I was at home, asleep. But that still doesn't mean anything!"

Greg looked a bit disappointed. That was not what he was hoping for. "Listen, Barry... We want to believe you, but right now the only suspect we have is you. You gotta help us a bit here. What do you know about her? Like, did she have a boyfriend?"

Brass looked at Greg. He didn't like the way he tried to handle this.

Spencer sighed. "She mentioned a boyfriend, but I don't know his name. I didn't meet her to talk with her, you know."

Brass cleared his throat. "Okay, the only reason you're not under arrest yet is that we didn't find any trace from you on the scarf she was strangled with. We have enough evidence to raise suspicion, but right now it all doesn't prove you've been with her when she died." Brass gave Greg a look to let him know he was supposed to talk about some evidence they found at the scene.

Greg nodded slightly and pulled out some toxicology results. "We found several drugs both at her apartment and in her blood." Greg hesitated for a second and then put a cup on the table. "We're... going to perform a drug test on you."

Spencer looked a bit unbelieving at Greg and Brass. "You think I did drugs with her?"

"You've been in her apartment, we have to assume you anticipated in doing drugs, too."

"That's ridiculous!" Spencer exclaimed. "I'm not doing drugs and never have!"

"Then this test shouldn't be a problem." Greg tried to keep a straight face, but the disappointment and fear was still slightly visible. He feared that Spencer actually had something to do with her death.

Spencer rolled his eyes. "I don't believe this."

As Greg was walking through the hallway, he spotted Henry. Walking up to him, Russell stopped Henry and talked to him. When Greg approached him, he turned around and walked away. "Henry, wait!" Greg said, "Do you have my tox results?"

"Sorry, Greg, can't talk right now!" He hurried away nervously.

"What was that about?" Greg asked Russell confused.

Russell held up the tox results. "We need to talk."