Danny opened the door and walked into the room that belonged to Jessie Bancroft. The room wasn't big and the furniture was pretty standard - a double bed, a closet and large desk with a laptop. He checked the drawers, not knowing exactly what he was looking for but figuring he'd know it when he saw it. The room seemed undisturbed - books and papers were carefully stacked at the edge of the table, a few clothes were discarded in and around the laundry hamper. Nothing indicated a struggle took place anywhere in the room.

The top drawer of the desk was locked so he looked around the desk and finally found the small key at the bottom of the pencil holder. Once he opened the drawer he found a leather bound notebook and a small key on a silver chain.

"Found anything?" Flack asked from the doorway once he joined him

"I don't know, maybe." He opened the notebook and flipped the first few pages which were covered in handwriting and had several pictures and magazine cutouts glued to the pages "This looks like a diary. Maybe it will tell us what she was doing in that ally in the middle of the night"

"And the key?" Flack indicated to the key that was in Danny's other hand

"I don't know" he turned to the roommate who was standing just behind Flack peering over his shoulder "Hey Alison, so you know what this key is for?"

Alison came closer and took a better look "I don't know…it looks like a locker key"

"A locker key?"

"Yeah, they rent out lockers over at the student union but Jessie never said she had one. It's strange because I have a locker there, I go there all the time, Jessie never came there with me…"

"Alison here says that Jessie said something about growing up in Park Avenue, I had the desk officer check it out but there are no Bancroft's registered in that neighborhood" Flack reported "I'm thinking I might just head up there anyway, knock on a few doors, flash her picture around to a few people maybe someone knows the family"

"Give Stella a call she'd love a trip to Park Avenue, home of the rich and famous" Danny joked, still examining the key in his hands.

"What about you?"

"I think I'm going locker hunting…" Danny replied and flashed Flack his trade mark grin.

"Hello Stella" Payton greeted once she caught up with her in the hall "The rape kit from the hospital just arrived at the morgue by mistake, I hope you don't mind but I took the liberty of having a little peek"

"Of course not" Stella smiled, the whole English-politeness thing was just so adorable "It's probably for the best anyway – I have the feeling only doctors can decipher doctor's handwritings"

"Ah, so that is why you lot always come down to get our findings in person and refuse to wait for the written report…" Payton teased back and Stella chuckled as she took the offered file from the her hands

"So what's in here I should know about?"

"Well, there was sign of recent sexual activity, but there were no vaginal tears and no indication of forced penetration. The rape examination was inconclusive but there are definitely traces of a sexual encounter. There were also traces of lubricant often used in condoms and no traces of semen"

"So it's possible she had consensual sex with someone not long before she was shot…" Stella concluded.

"The doctor who preformed the pelvic examination estimated the sexual encounter took place about 2, maybe 3, hours before she was shot and I have to concur with her findings" Payton supplied.

"According to Flack the roommate didn't mention anything about a boyfriend" Stella mused "So who was she sleeping with?"

"Well, the rape kit did produce a foreign pubic hair…"

"And I also have traces of saliva from the love bite on her neck…" Stella nodded enthusiastically.

"So I guess you'll be busy in the DNA lab for the next several hours" Payton smiled at her and Stella quickly bid her farewell and started rushing down the hall. Payton turned and started heading on the opposite direction when Stella's voice called after her and she turned back to.

"Hey Payton, I almost forgot, how was London?"

"Well, the conference was boring and tedious… everything else…"

"Everything else was cold wet and wonderful?" Stella asked with a knowing smirk, echoing Mac's words from the day before

"Exactly" Payton smiled back and waved goodbye as she headed towards the elevators. Stella watched her with a smile on her face for another second before turning around and rushing over to the DNA lab

They got lucky pretty quickly. The first two doors they knocked on produced nothing but maids who either weren't speaking English or preferred to pretend not to speak it in order to avoid being questioned. The third door though led to an old lady who apparently had no qualms about being the neighborhood's resident gossip/know it all. She recognized the picture of Jessie Bancroft almost instantly and had no hesitations about telling Flack and Hawks exactly what she thought about Jessie herself and the family in general. When Flack managed to get in two words edge wise, he asked her for the exact address and managed to politely extract the two of them from her clutches before having to endure another 20 minutes marathon of juicy gossip regarding the neighbors and their activities.

They walked up the few steps that led to the brownstone house and Hawks pointed at the name under the doorbell, drawing Flack's attention to the fact that the name written there wasn't Bancroft. They exchanged a confused look and debated turning back, figuring the old lady had gotten her houses mixed up, but after a second thought (and since the idea of going back to have another chat with that old gossip wasn't at all appealing) they figured they'd take a chance and show the picture to whoever lived in the house.

The door was answered by a young woman with long blond hair, perfectly manicured nails and a revealing outfit that did nothing to hide her perfect figure. 'ah, the trophy wife' Flack thought to himself instantly.

"Can I help you?" the woman asked sweetly even though the sweetness did nothing to hid the suspiciousness in her voice.

"I'm Detective Flack from the NYPD, this is Detective Hawks" They flashed their badges and Flack took out the photo out of his pocket yet again "Do you know this girl?"

"Of course I do, that's Jessica, she's my step daughter" Flack wondered for a second how she could say the words step-daughter with a straight face considering the girl was probably about the same age as her but he pushed that thought away almost instantly "Why? What did she do?"

"When was the last time you saw Jessica?" He ignored her question

"Jessica doesn't come around here anymore; she and her father aren't really on the best of terms if you know what I mean…" She leaned against the doorframe and crossed her arms across her chest. Hawks, who had been silent up until that point, noticed a nasty bruise on her upper arm that looked to be several days old.

"Excuse me Ma'am, if you don't mind me asking, how did you get that bruise on your arm?"

"Oh, that thing? Bumped into the refrigerator door… nothing to it" Hawks nodded, pretending to accept her answer, but even from a distance he could tell that she was lying. That bruise looked nothing like an accidental collision with a door, it had a specific shape to it: The specific shape of a bruise caused by someone grabbing the woman's hand way too roughly.

"So Jessica hadn't come by in a while? Are you sure about that Ma'am?" Flack pressed on, remembering the few bruises Stella found on their victim

"Of course I'm sure, besides, my husband John is on a business trip, so there was really no reason for Jessica to come by anyway…"

"Do you have a number where we can reach your husband?" Hawks asked. Suddenly, talking to Jessica Bancroft's father seemed to get a lot more complicated than a simple family notification.

Lindsey paused mid-step as she walked down the hall when she noticed Danny sitting at a table in the lab staring at a box that was sitting on the table in front of him. She walked in and gave him an amused smile "What's going on here Messer?"

"This box was inside the locker Jessie Bancroft owned at the student union"

"Ok, so what's the problem?" She joined him and leaned her elbows against the table next to him.

"This is locked box sitting inside a locked locker, the key to the locker was sitting in a locker drawer in her desk… this is a normal girl, a university student and she's got a system of three keys to get into this box… what the hell was she so paranoid about?" Danny mused

"Well what ever it is, the answer is likely to be inside this box" Lindsey replied "Do we have a key?"

"No, we didn't find a key on her and there wasn't another key in her room that I found"

"Well, then we're just going to have to break into it" Lindsey concluded with a small smile.

Danny nodded and smiled back at her and the two of them got to work. They dusted the box for finger prints first finding several sets of prints all belonging to Jessie Bancroft. Danny then proceeded to pick the lock on the box, which was a fairly simple task.

"Hey Montana, take a look at this" He called Lindsey over once he saw what was inside.

The box was filled with documents and pictures. The one thing that caught Danny's eye was a file that was among the documents - an official NYPD case file.

Lindsey reached in and pulled out the file, opening it to the first page "This is a case file from 1996, a woman named Hanna Danvers drove her car off a cliff, police ruled it suicide by car…"

"What is this girl doing with a case file from 11 years ago?" Danny took out the rest of the documents in the box and went over them "Look at this, there's pictures, reports from a private lab hired to re-test the evidence, computer generated images of the crime scene re-creation… it looks like she's been working on this case for months…"

"This case was obviously important to her" Lindsey said thoughtfully "Some of this stuff is official documentation, confidential police material. How the hell did she get her hands on this stuff?"

"Is this the stuff from the locker?" Flack asked as he came in and joined them "Does it got us anywhere?"

"We don't know yet" Lindsey answered truthfully. "Any news from the hospital?"

"Jessie Bancroft is still in a coma" Flack answered "I found the family, talked to the step-mother, Missy, who's only 29 years old. Can you imagine that? Marrying a woman only 7 years older than your own daughter?. Anyway, I got a hold of the father; he's on a business trip in Hong Kong. He says he has meetings until late tomorrow night but that he'll do his best to catch a plane back here as soon as he finishes up wining and dining with his Japanese clients. What a piece of work this guy is! I don't care what's going on between you and your kids, one of them ends up shot in the ICU? You get over there as soon as you can! But I guess Mr. John Danvers is a whole different kind of father"

"Hold on a second did you say Danvers?" Danny asked, urgency in his voice "I thought our vic's last name was Bancroft?"

"Apparently Jessie Danvers changed her last name and took on her mother's maiden name - Bancroft" Flack consulted his notebook.

Lindsey opened the file in her hands again and looked at the pictures with a new found interest "Here it is. Hanna Danvers survived by husband John Danvers and daughter Jessica, 12 years old. She was investigating her mother's death"