A/N Thanks for reading everyone hope you're enjoying it so far. Next chap just for you, hope you enjoy.

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I sat down at a table with Dean and Sam, my brother beside me as everyone was introduced. The boys started talking about hunting when my cell phone rang. Excusing myself I answered it and went outside.

"Colt."

"Ally?"

Immediately I recognized the fear-filled voice, "Kyle? What happened? What's wrong?"

"It's Keiran. He, he's been accused of beating and murdering Sal, his wife. The police actually found him at the scene covered in her blood."

"Keiran wouldn't hurt a fly though!"

"I know. I know. Ally, we need your help."

"I'll see what I can do. Give me an hour or two to get there okay."

"Okay. Just hurry."

"I will. See you." I said hanging up and almost ran back inside.

Matt jumped up as I stopped at there table, "What is it?"

"Keiran's been arrested."

"What for?"

"Killing Sal."

"But Keiran wouldn't hurt a fly."

"I know. I'm going to Chicago, see what I can do."

"I'll come with you if you like." Dean volunteered.

"If you want." I replied, slightly confused, "I'm leaving now."

He nodded, "Then we better grab our bags."

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The passenger door of the Camaro opened just as I was about to start the engine. Matt climbed in, throwing his own bag in the back.

"Let's go."

I shook my head, "Geez, everyone wants to come don't they?" I growled starting the engine and speeding away, not even waiting for the Impala.

"He was my friend too, Ally. I want to help any way I can."

"Good, the first thing you can do is block your ears, listen to a MP3 or something. I don't want you listening to what I've got to say." I said, pulling out my cell phone and using the first speed dial.

"Hello?"

"It's Colt."

"You got something else already?"

"We're on your way to Chicago."

"You weren't in Medford for long."

"Yeah, well, something came up."

"Something that might help with the case?"

"Break it more like."

"Ally, what do you mean?"

"Okay. You know how in Missouri the first suspects were the husbands right up to when Dean was found escaping the scene. Yeah well, they've been some more. A guy's been arrested in Chicago for beating and murdering his wife."

"How do you know he didn't do it?"

"I know him, Boss. He's my best friend and he wouldn't hurt a fly let alone his wife. He was only accused because he was found at the scene with her blood on him."

"You think it was the same person that was killing in Missouri? The one we thought was Dean Winchester?"

"Exactly. And I can tell you for a fact Dean wasn't in Chicago unless he was in two places at once because he's been with me for the past day at least."

"This isn't what I want to hear, Colt."

"I know, Boss, but it's the truth."

"Alright, check it out, find what you can and get back to me. I want to know if we're following the right guy or if he's innocent of murder."

"Yes, sir." I said just before the line went dead.

I was about to throw my phone onto the passenger seat before remembering my brother was there. Instead I dumped it in the centre console and turned the music on. Matt opened his eyes, sitting upright, shocked out of his thoughts or whatever he was doing. If he was thinking the Camaro probably wouldn't have a roof anymore.

"Finished your top secret phone call?"

"Don't. Piss. Me. Off." I growled.

"Top secret phone call didn't go so well. So what exactly are you trying to pin on the Winchesters?"

I threw my arm across, hitting him, hard.

"Yow! What'd I do?"

"You annoyed me, and you were there. I'd rather hit you than the car."

"Great," Matt mumbled, "My baby sister values her car over her big bro."

I hit him again.

"Hey! What was that one for?"

"I'm not a baby and you pissed me off again."

"Remind me to never get on your bad side. You know, you never answered my question. What are you trying to pin on the Winchesters?"

"You should know that we ain't allowed to discuss on going cases. Don't you watch TV?"

"Yeah, but I'm your brother. You can tell me."

When I didn't answer he added quietly, "Said here, stays here."

I glanced across at him and nodded, "Always has, always will. In Missouri there were a series of vicious killings. There was an eye witness that said Dean Winchester was the killer and later his body was found at the scene with a silver bullet in it. Later him and his brother turn up in Baltimore very much alive and have been arrested for two more killings. That one was dropped when the arresting officer confessed to his partner and she ended up shooting him. Dean and Sam escaped and even stole their car back from the impound."

"So, what are you trying to pin on them?"

"Murder in Missouri – but right now that's starting to look unlikely – and then there's arson, breaking and entering, dangerous driving, fraud, impersonating government officials, grave desecration, torture and robbery."

To my surprise he started to chuckle.

"What's so funny?" I growled.

"You're CIA and you're chasing after dudes that are suspected of grave desecration?"

I smacked him again, grinning as he yelped, "We thought they were serial killers or terrorists or something. And we want to get them before the FBI."

"Oh so Dean and Sam are just pawns in your vendetta against the FBI then?"

"Well no…"

He gave me a skeptical look.

"Hey! Don't look at me like that, I'm not the boss."

"So you just follow orders like a good little soldier."

"You would know all about that wouldn't you. Anyway, me getting a hold of them is a lot better than the FBI getting a hold of them."

"Oh and I bet you wouldn't mind getting a hold of Dean would you."

"Hey!" I squealed as I hit him again, "You deserved that one, so don't complain!"

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I pulled up outside Kyle's house, the Impala only a moment behind me. Running up to the house the door opened before I even got there. Arie, Kyle's wife stood in the doorway. She was Keiran's sister. She saw me and Matt and tears started to well up in her eyes, not for the first time I'd say, and not for the last. Getting to the door I wrapped my arms around her, providing what little comfort I could.

"It's okay. It's okay." I murmured, feeling tears come to my own eyes.

"Arie, Arie, is Kyle inside?" Matt asked gently.

Arie nodded slightly and Matt went inside to find her husband.

"Arie, it's going to be okay. I promise. I won't let this get as far as court."

She looked up at me, "I know you'll do what you can Ally, but-"

I shook my head, "No buts. I won't let him go down for this. I know he didn't do it."

She nodded, hope burning into her features.

"You stay with Matt and Kyle, give my regards to him okay. I'm going to go to the station. See what I can find."

She nodded and we slowly let go of each other.

"It'll be okay." I promised as I walked down to the cars.

Dean rolled down his window as I leant down to speak to him. "Guys, whatever you're doing here go and do it. They don't need more people hanging around."

"What are you going to do?" Dean asked.

"I'm going to the station; see what I can find out. Then I'm going to find the son of a bitch that did this and rip him limb from limb."

"Good luck with that." Dean said before handing me a small piece of paper, "My number. If you need anything, just call."

I nodded, "Thanks. I'll see you round." I said before walking back to the Camaro.

As I parked outside the station I pulled out my small laptop and flicked it open. Quickly I check the tracker I had placed on the underside of a wheel arch on the Impala was working before I went inside.

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"CIA." I flicked my badge at the police officers, "I'd like to see all the evidence in the Rangley case."

The officer in charge grudgingly led me to evidence and pulled the box out containing notes and evidence samples.

"Thank you." I smirked, loving what a CIA badge could get me.

Sitting at the cold, metal table I emptied the box and spread the evidence out in front of me, before deciding to stand so it was easier to see. They had all the clothes from Sally and Keiran. Carefully I went over them and the accompanying notes. Keiran had Sally's blood on his clothes and Sally's clothes were cut, torn and bloody. Putting them back in the box I moved on to the rope and duct tape used to bind Sal, the victim.

I tried to stop thinking of them as Sal and Keiran, my two friends. Instead they were the victim and suspect. That way I wasn't as connected; it didn't seem as hard to think about it. The rope and duct tape were both bloodied but somehow, amongst the blood, the local P.D. had managed to pull prints. I grabbed the card with Keiran's prints and held it beside the prints taken from the duct tape. I couldn't say it was a match or not like the computer but I could tell it looked generally the same, which wasn't helping Keiran's case. Most of the prints had been found on the non-sticky side of the tape. Turning it over I found two more prints that forensics had lifted from the back. Putting them beside Keiran's they looked the same as well.

The more I looked through the evidence the more it looked as if Keiran had done it though I knew he never would. Sighing I sat down and read statements. Both Arie and Kyle swore Keiran had been with them out at a movie then for drinks until the early hours of the morning. Sal had stayed at home because she didn't want to leave her one year old daughter home by herself, even though she was asleep.

A lady from across the road said she saw Keiran enter his home not long after midnight. A few hours later she thought she heard screaming so called 911. The police arrived soon after and found Keiran with Sal's beaten body.

The team on the case had disregarded Kyle and Arie's statement as friends trying to cover for him. All the evidence and a witness's statement pointed the finger at Keiran. Kyle and Arie's statement along with what people knew of him were the only things that contrasted the evidence.

"DNA never lies; People do," I murmured, remembering my days of watching CSI, "Well, sorry Grissom, but right now it seems as though the evidence is lying."

For the next few hours I would sit and stare at the evidence, as though the answer would jump out at me, before going through it again. Not finding anything different I would sit and stare again before thinking I missed something and going through it again.

My cell phone began to ring, startling me out of my staring.

Fumbling in my pocket I pulled it out and answered it, "Colt?"

"Please tell me you've got something, baby girl."

I sighed and closed my eyes as I fall forward, my elbows hitting the metal table with a clang and my head resting in my hand, "I can't find anything," I choked through threatening tears, "I, it, the, no sense. It just doesn't make sense! The evidence is all in front of me. I've gone through it, over and over and over again. I've gone through it and I can't find anything! It just doesn't make sense! The evidence should always make sense but it doesn't! It just doesn't add up!" I cried.

"Ally, Ally. Hey, hey, calm down, it's alright-"

"What the hell is alright about this?! Keiran's going to go down for something we all know he didn't do! The evidence, the DNA never lies, people do. Well right now the evidence is lying and it doesn't make sense. I mean, even if he was framed it's too well done. A person wouldn't be able to put fingerprints on the inside of duct tape. Not like this."

"Ally, unless you drive yourself back to Kyle's right now I'm coming to pick you up. It's past midnight and you can't do anything with no sleep. Kyle and Arie have said we can stay at their place, okay?"

I sighed and started putting everything away, "I'll stay at a motel if it's alright."

"Fine, baby girl, fine. Just make sure you drop my stuff off here okay?"

"Yeah alright. I'll see you soon."

After dropping Matt's bag off I went to find a motel. Checking my laptop I checked into the same one as the Winchester brothers. Tonight I was going to find evidence to finish the Winchester case and I was going to find out the truth about what happened at Missouri.