The pair pulled up in front of the apartment complex and headed towards the door. On the way upstairs, Reid was trying to perfect his blank expression. He intended to hide behind Morgan, let him make first contact, let Sara know that this was official, not a social call. They reached her door and Morgan knocked. Reid instinctively reached into his pocket and pulled out his badge, so did Morgan. The door opened a crack. "Sara Jensen?" Morgan asked.

"Yes?" said a tiny voice from behind the door.

"Ma'am, I'm Agent Morgan, this is Agent Reid; we're with the FBI." They both held their badges so they could be seen through the opening.

"FBI?" she asked. "What do you want with me?" she opened the door a little wider and Reid saw that she had a towel wrapped around her head and she was wearing sweats and bare feet.

"We need to ask you some questions," Morgan said. "May we come in?"

"Uh, sure. I was just getting out of the shower." The woman opened the door wider and allowed them inside. Reid shot her a look behind Morgan's back and she caught his gaze. They two agents turned around in the living room and she said, "Please sit down." She looked dwarfed standing near them, being a full foot shorter than the two men now in her apartment.

She grabbed a chair from the dining room table and pulled it into the living room. The two men watched as she pulled the towel off her head and sat down. They positioned themselves on the couch once she was seated.

"Ma'am, we're here about the police report you filed last year," Morgan said slowly.

She looked at them for a moment before responding, "The police report?"

"About the rape?" Morgan prompted.

She drew in her breath quickly. "That was over a year ago and I dropped the charges."

"We know, Ma'am, we just need to ask you a few questions." Slowly, Sara nodded her head in agreement. "What happened that night?" Morgan asked.

"Uh," Sara started, "I met this guy at a bar. I don't usually drink, but I was out with some friends and this guy offered me a drink. I didn't think anything of it until I started to feel dizzy. I'm a lightweight, I'll admit it, but that was my first drink. The next thing I knew I was waking up in his apartment."

"How did you know his name?" Reid asked, hoping his blank expression and routine would come across as not knowing Sara.

"He had given me a business card with his name on it," she replied. "I didn't know what else to do."

Morgan looked at Reid momentarily and then asked, "Why did you drop the charges?"

"Uh…um," Sara faltered. "When the evidence came back, the victim/witness advocate contacted me. She, uh, said that it was inconclusive. That they couldn't be sure if I was actually raped. She also told me that if the case did go to trial, it would most likely be my story against his."

"So you dropped the charges?" Morgan clarified.

Sara nodded. "I…I…had to. I didn't want to go through all of that mess. It…I…there wasn't….I just couldn't," she finally said. "Can I ask why this is an FBI case now?"

Morgan cleared his throat. "Patrick Shaw was murdered last night," he told her with all seriousness.

Sara covered her mouth with her hand and gasped. "I…I wished it on him, but I would never do that."

"We understand, we're just following protocol."

Reid leaned forward. "Were you ever raped before?" Morgan leaned back slightly, knowing where Reid was going with this.

"No," Sara answered quickly.

"Did you know Justin Greene or Donald Went?" he asked.

There was a momentary flicker in Sara's eyes. "No," she repeated.