"June, take a look at the body and the room around it. I want you to tell me if there's anything we forgot to tag." Horatio motioned toward the corpse of an elderly man that had been strangled to death in his bed. Keats glanced over the bed, then took a peek behind the headboard. Nothing there. Find something, dammit, or you'll look stupid. She scoured the floor for a trace of something, anything, that would make them realize she was worth their time. Ryan was taking photographs of the body as she examined the area surrounding the body. Eric and Horatio were behind her, scrutinizing every move she made. Suddenly she spotted something obscure and she felt her stomach jump with happiness.

"May I use the tweezers, please?" She inquired of the men. They looked at each other with interest. Horatio and Eric had finished checking everything, or so they thought. Eric handed her the tweezers and she took them with a determined countenance marked on her baby-doll face. She gently picked up a tiny fraction of red plastic. Like someone broke their press-on nails. Ryan gazed at her with mild fury.

"Beginner's luck, H. If you didn't have to worry about her then you guys would have found it." He said looking straight into Keats' eyes.

"Jonathan Longfellow. Survived by his wife, Maria. Other than that the only other person to walk through those doors was their live-in nurse, Janelle Watkins. According to the evidence we have so far, what is your theory and what is the one thing you would check at the lab before anything else?" Horatio ignored Ryan's comment as he gave Keats his most intense stare.

"It's too early for a theory. I would need to check the figures for his life insurance policy to solidify any motive. At the lab I would look into the red piece of acrylic and see if traces of it appear on the body after Alexx checks it out. There might have been a struggle before the strangling." Keats answered him with great confidence, even though she felt as if she might faint under the pressure. Horatio nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. He looked at Eric and they both nodded.

"Wrap things up here, Eric. I have another scene to look into with Calleigh." He gave a slight wave toward Keats and she felt herself blush with pride. Maybe they'll accept me sooner than I thought.

"Not bad, Lady Remington. I better watch my back from now on." Delko teased. Keats gave a grin that Eric found incredibly endearing.

"Wolfe is right. It's just beginner's luck. I doubt I'll have any success with the next one." Keats replied modestly. Eric cast a frown in Ryan's direction. Ryan was busily packing up the equipment and did not notice the cold stare permeating from Eric.

"Wolfe, take Lady Remington back to the Lab and let her run some tests. And if she wants to this time around, let her interview the widow and the nurse." Eric said as Ryan was making a hasty retreat out of the house. Ryan stopped in his tracks and sighed.

"C'mon, Keats. Let's get move out." He said with his back facing her. Keats paled.

"How did you- I mean, why did you call me that?" She asked indignantly. He turned around and gave her a wicked smile.

"I have your file, dummy. I'm your mentor…unless you'd rather me call you Juniper." He said with charm. I thought he hated me. Then why is he flirting?

"I…um…Keats is fine. I guess." She replied. They headed back toward the Lab for lunch.

"Look at this…it's a cheap piece of acrylic. The exact material that press-on nails are made of. That's one suspicion confirmed. May I call in the two suspects for interviews?" Keats asked, taking her eyes away from the microscope. Ryan Wolfe stood behind her, taking a peek at the evidence himself.

"You don't have to keep saying 'May I', Keats. Just tell me what you want." The echo of his words made her suddenly aware of the closeness between them. His face was inches away from her own and her breath became caught in her lungs. Tell me what you want.

"The interviews…that's all." She said, getting off her chair and adjusting her glasses.

"You want me to come with you? You don't really have a choice, but I thought I'd ask anyway." He told her. She shrugged as nonchalantly as she could manage.

"Mrs. Longfellow, we'd like to ask you a few questions, if that's all right." Ryan asked the stout woman sitting across from him in the interrogation room. He looked at Keats and gave a nod. Keats examined Maria's nails rather quickly, noting that they were short and finely manicured.

"Longfellow? Interesting name…" She began, her instincts taking over with fervor. Maria Longfellow looked down and her eyes danced all over the floor.

"Yes, well. My husband was an interesting man." She said, looking up at Keats.

"What was the occupation of your husband, Mrs. Longfellow?" Keats continued, knowing exactly what information she wanted. Ryan watched, wondering what she was thinking.

"He was an author. He wrote mysteries." She said after a time.

"By any chance do you know his real name?" Keats blurted out. Ryan's eyes widened but he said nothing. This intern was proving to be a real pistol.

"What do you mean? Jonathan Longfellow was his name." Maria said with great effort. Keats shook her head.

"Maria…I have it on good authority that your husband was leading a double life. You only have to confirm it." Keats said, crossing her arms over her chest. Ryan sat spellbound as she worked her magic on the suspect.

"You can't prove that!" Maria shouted. Keats slapped her hands on the table and stared straight into Maria's frightened face.

"John Laherty. Look in my eyes and tell me I'm wrong. Tell me his name wasn't John Laherty." Keats leaned closer. Maria began breathing faster, nodding her head quickly.

"Yes. I haven't known for very long."

"Is that why you killed him?" Keats whispered. Maria turned away.

"I'm not saying another word without a lawyer. I will not be badgered. My alibi is airtight, so you just try to lock me up, bitch." Maria stood and walked out, slamming the door behind her. Ryan gazed at Keats with a bewildered expression.

"How did you know his name was John Laherty?" He asked. Keats gave him a cute smile.

"I did a little homework while everyone else was at lunch. I had a pretty accurate hunch, I suppose. I think I know exactly what happened, the only thing I have to do now is prove it." She said with much satisfaction. Ryan cleared his throat.

"Be careful next time. Accusing suspects without evidence to back it up is suicide. And don't think I'll let you do all the legwork without me anymore."

"Agreed. But next time, Wolfe, I expect you to be impressed." With that, Keats waltzed out of the interrogation room and down to the morgue. Ryan stared at the closing door with a grin.