Jessica Falcon came up stairs, worried when her husband and Foster Child didn't come down. "James?" she asked when he saw him being led away with handcuffs.

"Call our lawyer," he said, before being dragged off into the elevator.

Jessica turned back to the bull pen, and saw Lisa and Lilly talking again. There were some fresh abrasions on Lisa's face again, and Jessica was shocked to see that her husband had lost his temper out in public. It was one thing to do it in private where no one could tell; but this drew the line. She knew now that she was going to have to tell the detectives everything.

"I want you to go back to my apartment, okay?" Lilly said.

Lisa nodded sedately.

"That won't be necessary, Detective," Jessica said. "I'll take her home."

Lilly looked at her warily. "I'm not so sure that's a good idea..."

"It's alright," Lisa mumbled. "I need to get my things from there anyway."

Lilly sighed. "Alright, but, call me if there's any trouble." She turned to Jessica for a moment. "Can I have a word?"

"Sure," Jessica said, walking to a corner of the room where they could talk privately. "What is it?"

"You knew what was happening, but you did nothing about it," Lilly said in a low voice. "Why?"

"I'm sorry," Jessica said. "I didn't realize that I have to tell you about what was going on in my private life." She started to walk away, but Lilly stopped her.

"I know what happened," she called.

Jessica stopped in her footsteps and looked at Lilly. "What?"

"You had another daughter, Melissa, right? She died under mysterious circumstances." Lilly knew she had the woman's attention now. "She would've been... what? Twenty now?" Jessica remained silent. Lilly made her look at her directly in the eye. "He hit her, didn't he?"

"You don't know anything," Jessica said, turning to leave again, but when Lilly spoke again, her steps faltered.

"Broken nose; fat lip; her arm as fractured in two places at one point also. You and I both know those weren't accidents."

Jessica trembled at the memory of her husband beating their twelve year old daughter. She had been beaten earlier, and was too weak to try and stop him. The boys were at a birthday party, thank goodness; but, when James had come home that day, he was drunk, and Melissa had heard her mother's cries, and was trying to stop him from beating her. That had gotten her killed. James became sober after that, and they moved to Florida, hoping that maybe a change in climate would help with his moods. It did for about two years, then he started drinking again. It slowly increased until they had adopted Lisa. He stopped for awhile, and got into gambling. When they moved back to Philly, the two habits collided; unleashing a monster.

She looked back up at Lilly. "There's no where I can go that he won't find me."

Lilly looked at her sympathetically. "We can protect you."

"No you can't," Jessica said. "He'll find me no matter what."

"There are ways that we can make sure he can't find you," Lilly said. Jessica shook her head, and Lilly sighed. "Come here tomorrow, and we can talk some more about this."

Jessica nodded, then came toward Lisa and they both left. Scotty came toward Lilly. "You're just going to let her go?"

"Lisa's going to be leaving her care no matter what," Lilly said. "It's the least I could do."

Scotty nodded. "Well, I've got good news."

"What?"

"The DNA off the cigarette was a match to the unknown sample."

"Let's go pick him up."

MII

When Lilly and Scotty reached Clayton's office though, he wasn't there. The receptionist said that he had called in sick. Lilly and Scotty automatically went to his house. It was vacant. As they searched the place, they noticed that all of Clayton's clothes were gone, along with most of his belongings. "This guy certainly left in a hurry," Scotty commented.

"No kidding," Lilly said, looking at the emaculate counter. She sighed. "We had him."

Scotty looked up at her with concern. He knew she got upset when they didn't catch the killer. It looked like she was about to reach that point right now. "Take it easy, Lil," he said placing a hand on her shoulder. She turned to look at him.

"But, we had him," she said.

"I know, Lil, and I feel bad about it too. But we can't know who's the killer and who's not right away."

Lilly sighed and looked away. "You're right. It's just that... ever since George..."

"You've been wanting to prove yourself. Thing is, Lil, you already have." He tilted her chin up so that she would look at him. Darn, I've never seen her eyes this close before. They're like sapphires. "You already have," he repeated, not really knowing what else to say.

Lilly blushed slightly, turning her head away from him again. "I- uh... guess we should tell Stillman."

Scotty coughed, suddenly feeling slightly uncomfortable. "Sure."

They walked out to the car, leaving the apartment once again abandoned. "Scotty," Lilly said a few minutes into their drive.

"Yeah?" Scotty asked, briefly glancing at her before turning his eyes back on the road.

"Thanks. For everything. It... it means alot."

"Any time, Lil," Scotty said, placing his hand on Lilly's.

MII

Scotty put the boxes for the kids back on the shelves where they belonged. Since they didn't catch the killer, he didn't put the 'CLOSED' mark on them. Even though they knew who did it, they didn't catch him, therefore closing the case. He sighed as he put the boxes in their spots, then looked up and saw the four teens there. They looked at him, before taking each other's hands and then fading away.

Christina went to live at her father's place with his family. At least until she knew it was safe to return to her apartment.

Lilly finished signing some paper work, handing it in to a social worker. Then she picked up Lisa from Jessica's, taking her back to the office. Jessica, Tom and Jason followed them. Kat met them and took Jessica into one of the interview rooms, leaving the door open. Lisa and the boys waited outside. Lilly met up with them just as Jeffries brought James by them. Jessica and the kids glared at him.

Lilly sighed and put her arm around Lisa, taking her home.