Reynolds and the local Police officers arrived shortly after Gillian had decided to stay where she was. Emily went very visibly white as they moved into the sitting room and sat down on the couch, notebooks in hand, tape recorders on the coffee table. Reynolds had arranged for an identification technician to join them after Emily had given a statement. Zoe sat on the other couch next to Emily while Cal took up a place on the arm of the chair. Gillian bit her lip. Her parents positioning was making Emily feel trapped and smothered. She tried to catch Cal's eye but he didn't notice. Gillian herself had situated herself on the periphery, leaning against a cabinet she knew Cal kept his scotch in.

The police began by asking who everyone in the room was. Cal said Gillian was a 'family friend' to which Gillian caught a slight look of contempt on Zoe's face but she hid it reasonably well. They began by asking Emily all of the details of the night, where she'd been, who she'd been with, how well she knew the people she was with, what time they'd left, what time she'd started walking home at. Cal suddenly had a thought.

"Did you tell Rick what happened? Did he call to see if you got home ok?" He didn't think the time appropriate to mispronounce her boyfriend's name. Emily shook her head.

"No. I haven't talked to him since last night." Cal's jaw locked.

"He didn't ring to see if his girlfriend got home ok after he let her walk?" His voice had risen slightly and Zoe glared at him.

"Hardly the time Cal," she said simply and he nodded but Gillian knew by his face that Rick would be in for a grilling later on. She couldn't say she blamed him really. The police on the couch exchanged glances before continuing.

"What happened when you walked up the alley?" Emily faltered and looked at Reynolds who held his hands up straight away and stepped straight outside the front door. Cal prepared himself for the inevitable glance up at him. It didn't come. He frowned but said nothing. Gillian swallowed. She knew Emily had left out bits in telling her what had happened. She had said nothing at the time. She knew Cal had heard what she'd said to her but wasn't sure how he'd react to hearing it first hand. Emily took a deep breath and started talking. She told them what she had told Gillian.

"…and when I got to the end of the alley, someone grabbed me by the hair. They didn't say anything; just put a hand over my mouth so I couldn't scream. I tried to push them away but his hand was big and he caught both my wrists behind my back and held them there. He told me if I screamed he'd kill me…"she bit her lip and Cal reached a hand down onto her shoulder. Both Cal and Emily swallowed hard as she continued.

"He took his hand off my mouth but I was too scared to do or say anything because I really did think he'd kill me…"

"He probably would have too." Zoe said thanking god her daughter hadn't got the recklessness of her father. Cal nodded his head in agreement. Emily took another deep breath.

"Do I have to tell you exactly what he did?" she asked quietly and the policemen looked at her, then each other. One of them bit his lip. He was uncomfortable with this; Cal reckoned he was probably fresh out of the academy. He gulped and let the older officer take the question.

"If you can just give us the details you remember. Just make sure you tell us the important stuff." Cal frowned. What the hell was the 'important stuff'? The girl had been raped, what were they looking for? Gillian caught his eye and gave him a warning look. He bit his tongue.

"He, I don't know, he didn't rip anything. He was, I don't know what you'd call it, gentle? He scared me when he told me he'd kill me, I believed him and after that he just stopped using force until…well, until he did…" Cal couldn't resist this time, he looked at the police.

"That's teenage speak for 'rape', I reckon that's an important bit." His sarcasm cut through the façade of the younger cop who gave him a sympathetic smile. The older one wasn't so appreciative. But he didn't say anything either. Gillian figured Cal was going to get a remark in somewhere so she wasn't surprised when he jumped on his opportunity.

"Emily, do you remember what he looked like? Or anything about him?" Cal held up a hand quickly.

"I want to get Reynolds back in for this bit. He's going to help on the identification." He crossed the room and opened the front door, letting Reynolds in before crossing back to his original position.

"He was tall, I don't know maybe the same height as Ben. He had dark hair. He smelled of something weird, it was like smoke but…not. I'd guess it was pot…" Cal raised an eyebrow and looked at her but said nothing, this time off Zoe's look.

"Anything else?" Emily nodded.

"Yeah, he had some kind of scar or something on his face. I punched him after he let me go and his skin felt weird. Hard or scabby or something. And he cried out so I guess it must have been a new thing for him?" Cal glanced over at Reynolds. He could see the cogs turning in his head. He'd ask him after. Gillian had spotted it too. The police leaned forward and switched off the tape.

"Is there anything else you remember?" Emily shook her head.

"I don't think so." The older cop nodded.

"If you think of anything, call us." He passed a card with the precinct number and his name over to Cal before standing up and rattling off the usual chatter of 'doing everything he could'. Cal nodded and showed the two officers to the door. Zoe gave Emily hug and kissed her forehead. Gillian moved to sit where the cops had been.

"Well done Emily. You were a lot calmer than I think I'd have been…" she smiled at the teenager and Zoe nodded her head.

"Or me." Cal came back into the sitting room and pointed at Reynolds.

"What do you know?" Reynolds sighed. He knew he was going to be pounced on straight away. He also knew Cal wouldn't like what he was going to tell him.

"I can't be sure but it sounds like a guy we pulled in for a drugs bust a couple of weeks ago. We couldn't pin it to him but a few days later he got blown up in a warehouse that one of his gang use for storage. Burnt his face up pretty bad. I've got the lab sending me through some headshots, we can see if Em recognises him." Cal nodded his head.

"What's his name?"

"Marco Gerardo. Came up to DC from Miami, him and his two brothers, want to take their daddy's business nationwide." Reynolds jumped slightly as his phone beeped.

"Well, if you know all this, how comes he's still on the street?" Cal's eyes were wide with confusion.

"We haven't been able to pin anything to him. Evidence has always been circumstantial. He seems to be one step ahead of us whenever we do try to plan a bust." Cal raised an eyebrow.

"Ever think there might be a rogue agent in your organisation?" he was goading, everyone knew. Ben had learned to ignore him at this stage. He pulled up the files sent to his phone and opened them. He walked over to Emily and held the phone down to her.

"I know it's not ideal but, is this the guy?" Emily looked at the picture carefully before nodding slowly. Ben asked her if she was sure and she nodded more forcefully this time.

"Yeah. Yeah that's him. Definitely." Reynolds nodded his head as Cal and Gillian watched Emily's face. She was indeed certain. This was the guy. Gillian didn't like the sound of his connections. Cal was bouncing on the balls of his feet.

"I want him brought to the Lightman Group," he said to Ben immediately. Ben looked up from his phone, shaking his head.

"Oh no, there's no way I can do that." Cal squared up to him, not to be messed with now.

"You bring him to my office, or the Lightman Group is no longer on call for the FBI. Understood?" Reynolds nodded and mumbled something about making a few calls to organise it. He stepped out of the room. Cal turned back to the others. Zoe looked at him, confused.

"Why do you want him at your office?" she sometimes couldn't understand the man's thinking, sometimes she knew she didn't want to. Cal raised an eyebrow as if that was a stupid question.

"Well, because I'm going to kill him, that's why."

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Ok, so very dramatic last line there, sorry – this might be too melodramatic? Thoughts? More to come soon.