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A/N: Sorry for how long it took me to update, I got a little side tracked. I'm working on chapter four right now, so that should be up soon. I'm going to try to update this story more regularly so you guys don't have to wait for so long. Again, I'm sorry for how long it took. Please R&R.

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Sheldon cell rang. He glanced up at Stella, trying hard to ignore the ringing. They were in the lab, processing some of the evidence they had collected. He looked back down, letting the phone continue ringing.

"Who is it?" Stella asked. Sheldon shrugged, though he knew who it was. "Persistent." Sheldon prayed for his phone to go to voice mail, he had to concentrate. The phone went silent, as if Sheldon's empty pleading had actually done the trick.

But it didn't help. He wanted to find out why she had called, make sure she wasn't in trouble. Although they had officially ended their relationship a week before, part of him held out hope that they could try again. That her next job would be closer to him.

It was amazing that she could distract turn without even being in the room.

"Aiden?" Sheldon looked up and, reluctantly, let his eyes meet Stella's. "Was it Aiden?"

"Yeah," Sheldon returned his attention to the bedsheets he was examining, but Stella set aside the gun that she had found in the drawer to continue the conversation.

"Why didn't you answer it?" she asked.

"Well, I am a little busy; besides, the voice mail'll get it." Sheldon tried to sound noncommittal, like he didn't care.

"What are you two going to do?" Stella had returned to her work, but she continued to press.

Sheldon just looked at her. Stella glanced up at him and laughed at the confused look on his face.

"Yeah, I figured it out, mostly because Danny can't keep his mouth shut sometimes." Sheldon sighed.

"We're just going to go our own separate ways, I guess," he took a breath. "Can we just focus on the case?" They worked in silence for awhile. Sheldon searching the bedding for something that may have been missed, something small, while Stella devoted her time to printing the gun.

"Has that been to ballistics?" Sheldon asked. Stella shook her head.

"That's it's next stop," she said.

"Ah... Ha!" Sheldon picked up a pair of tweezers and lifted a blond hair off of the sheets. "If I recall, Our Miss Daisy is a Brunette."

"Great! Speaking of our Vic," Stella handed the prints she had gotten off of the gun to Sheldon. "Get the hair to Adam and run those prints, I'm going to go find out more about this girl."

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All Stella had when she walked into the morgue was a name and a crime, she hoped Dr. Zao could give her something more.

"Anything you can tell me?" Stella asked/ She held up a hand as Zao began to speak. "The obvious first." Zao laughed.

"C.O.D. Was a bullet wound. Entered through her back and managed to hit her heart." Stella nodded. Dr. Zao pulled out a trajectory rod and placed it in to hole in the victim's body. "Exit wound."

"Her shooter was shorter than her, the entry wound angles up," Stella said, examining the rod. Dr. Zao nodded.

"Here's where it gets weird." Zao flipped the victim onto her stomach and pointed to her legs. There were bruises up and down them.

"Only on her legs." Stella said, it was more a statement than a question. Zao nodded. "Thanks, doc." Stella left. She recalled the times when Sheldon had been the one explaining how people had died, and the thought brought back her dream. She shook the memory away as she entered the lab and stood looking over Sheldon's shoulder, he was examining crime scene photos.

"Anything?" he asked without looking up.

"We've got a bullet to find." Stella said. "What about the prints."

"Nothing." Stella turned to leave. "How'd we miss it? How many places can a bullet end up?"

"You'd be surprised." Stella said. Sheldon looked up, their gazes caught for a moment, and he nodded.

They left, heading back to their crime scene.

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"Find anything yet?" Danny asked. He and Lindsay were at the Victim's apartment, looking for any clues about whey had been in central park. The Victim's mother, after much coaxing by flack, was sitting in the living room answering questions.

"Nope," Lindsay said. Danny smiled at Lindsay's concentration and began to flip though a date book on the desk.

"Guess who was ditching school?" Danny said, holding up the date book so Lindsay could see it.

"M.W. Setup, 8 A.M. What's M.W.?"

"I have no idea."

"Could be the school play, maybe he's in the tech crew."

"His parents said he doesn't do any extracurriculars besides the paper." Danny bagged the date book and he and Lindsay joined Flack and the Vic's mother in the front room.

"I... I just don't understand. Adrian is... was... such a good boy." Mrs. Carlyle said.

"We'll let you know as soon as we find something," Flack said. He left, followed by Lindsay, but as Danny began to leave he felt someone grab his sleeve. He turned and looked into the tear stained face of Mrs. Paula Carlyle.

"Please, find me an answer. Tell me I'm not a bad mother!" Danny placed a hand on the woman's shoulder.

"I'll do my best, Ma'am."

"Take this," She walked over to the coffee table and picked up a black notebook. "I almost forgot about it. It's Adrian's contacts. All of his friends' phone numbers, emails, and addresses."

"Thank you. This should help," Danny took the book, and flashed what he hoped was a reassuring smile before he left.