Keats went into her apartment and closed the door gently behind her. She leaned back against it, sliding all the way down to the floor. Her tears refused to let up and she let them fall without a fight.

"Are you through giving me the cold shoulder?" Natalia leaned over Eric, trying to peer into his face. He gave her a lukewarm smile.

"It's not you, I promise. I'm just going over some paperwork. It doesn't look too good, I don't think." He said, rather distracted.

"What doesn't look good?" She asked curiously. A series of harsh footsteps sounded behind them.

"Internal Affairs Bureau, Sergeant Richard Stetler. Nice to see you again, Delko. Got some questions about your little stowaway," He flipped open a memo pad and read from it, "Keats Juniper Remington. It seems she's fallen under our radar."

"Isn't customary of IAB to notify the head of the Crime Lab before they send someone to collect information?" Horatio appeared in the doorway and stood with his arms crossed, glaring at Stetler.

"I wouldn't be so picky over protocol, Caine. You've been giving an undergrad the privileges of a full CSI. I'm here to put a stop to that."

"She was qualified by the Law Enforcement offices-"

"Don't give me that shit, Caine. This is out of their jurisdiction. The only question remaining is: whom should I arrest? Her, for posing as an officer of the law and a criminalist at this Lab, or you for allowing it to happen... I've got the cuffs," He gestured to a cop standing in the corner, "Somebody's got to go in them. You decide which one, Caine, it's that easy."

"It's not even about Remington, is it, Stetler? This transcends the law itself…No one is leaving here in those handcuffs, least of all her." Horatio straightened, becoming eye to eye with Rick Stetler. An uncomfortable silence settled in.

"How did they find out?" Alexx asked Calleigh as she witnessed IAB's Stetler swaggering down the hall.

"The Ladykiller case. Junie had to open fire and when they investigated the shooting, they discovered her papers didn't make sense." She said sadly. Something like this was bound to happen sooner or later, but no one ever dreamed it could get ugly.

Keats woke up with her eyes nearly swollen shut from all her crying. She made herself a cup of hot chocolate to cheer herself up before she went to work, but ended up burning herself on the stove.

She also managed to lock her keys inside her car and had to ask the landlord for help at six in the morning. Her hair was a mess and she felt terribly repulsive, but she drove to work anyway, hoping that solving a case would ease her troubled mind.

And then someone had stolen Keats' parking spot and she had to park several yards away. Can this day get any worse???

As Keats walked up to the entrance of Miami Dade, she got her answer.

"You have the right to remain silent…" It was worse than any bad dream she'd ever had. A police officer shoved her forward into the side of the building. He pinned her arms behind her and slapped a pair of cuffs on her trembling wrists.

My sister's wedding is tomorrow…I can't miss it.

She was forced into the backseat of the nearest squad car and she leaned her head against the window. I'm not even allowed to go inside? Unbelievable. How did I end up this way? I must have done something bad to deserve this…

Keats had grown too numb to cry, so she sated herself by closing her eyes and pretending she was somewhere else far away.

A thin, stately woman of about seventy entered the Police Department wearing a prim blue business suit. She was a commanding sort of woman, not to be trifled with under any means. Aged, but still boasting the beauty of her younger days.

She sauntered up to the front desk gracefully, permeating an aura of majesty.

"Where have you taken my granddaughter, you piece of slime?" Her voice was deep and characteristically tough. She glowered at the man behind the desk until he pointed down the hall with a quivering finger.

Keats sat in one of the interrogation rooms, finding it rather funny that just yesterday she'd been on the other side of the table. Literally.

She had been waiting for someone to call a lawyer, or someone to ask her some questions…but she had been by herself for the better part of an hour. Is this really how long it takes? I never knew…

Suddenly she heard a few voices outside the door and sat up a bit straighter. The door opened briskly, allowing a fabulous view of Grammy Remington in war mode.

"Keats, I'm not going to ask what you did, darling, but just the same I'm going to get you out of this mess." She said, coming to stand behind her as a few prosecutors and detectives filed into the room. She rested her bony hands on Keats' shoulders protectively.

"Ms. Remington, I hardly need to list the charges against you…you're already aware of the proceedings…Would you like to phone your attorney, now?" said the tiny man representing the state of Miami. The elder Remington lady cleared her throat and cast an angry glance in his direction.

"I will represent my granddaughter, if it so please the court." She said. The D.A.'s expression was one of skeptical amusement. Angry fathers they'd had before…but angry grandmas? Not so much.

"You?" He asked with a sneer. The prosecutor nodded emphatically.

"You may not realize it, but Ouida Belle Remington was a former judge in the Supreme Court of the State of Mississippi. She knows her junk, Mr. Gibbons."

Dave Gibbons, the D.A., glanced around frantically for some sort of explanation.

"Can she do that?" He whispered to the prosecutor. The prosecutor shrugged.

"Now if you gentleman don't mind, I'd like to talk to my granddaughter in private, seeing as she's my client…" Grammy cast a sly eye towards the door in subtle affirmation. The men shuffled out slowly and rather reluctantly.

As soon as they had left, Grammy Remington sat across from Keats and grabbed her file from the table. She put on her reading glasses and glanced over the documents with self-assured authority. She then dropped the files back on the table and glanced up at Keats.

"You mean to tell me that the International Affairs Bureau has only just now caught wind of this alleged subterfuge? If anyone should be on trial here, it should be them. Now it says here that the Law Enforcement Offices allowed you to be a part-time agent as long as you agreed to a few of their rules…"

Keats sat in a nervous silence as she waited for her grandmother to surmise the total damage of her case.

"As far as I can see, you've only committed a misdemeanor. You were following the orders of a superior whenever you crossed the line…" She made a few notes in the margins and murmured to herself.

I'd rather go to jail for this than let Horatio take the blame…I'm young, stupid, and expendable. Horatio is too priceless to lose at Miami Dade.

"Will this mean that I can't work at M.D.P.D. when I graduate?" Keats asked worriedly. Grammy Remington gave her a weary smile.

"Probably…but for now I'm just trying to keep you out of prison, dear."