Disclaimer: Law & Order: Criminal Intent and all of its characters do not belong to me. However, Det. Val Johnson's mine.

"Ah, Madam Argon, how are you this evening?" the waiter at the door of Le Gamin Café asked as a small, curly haired woman in a too-big mink coat walked up with her limo driver. She nodded at him, but didn't answer as he pulled the door open for her. She didn't open her mouth for anyone until she was sure that she and her driver were alone in a private room.

"Are you positive that we are alone?" she asked the big burley man, "I don't want to be overheard... If we don't make this deal today, or we are overheard, it's all over for everyone. Including you."

The man looked around, "I assure you Ma'am, we are alone."

"Well then, go outside and make sure that it stays like that."

He nodded as she pulled out a phone. He turned around, pulled open the door, and gasped.

Mrs. Argon finished dialing the phone, but never got to talk to the person on the other side of the phone. Her throat was slit by the man standing in front of her, the phone dropping out of her hand,

"Mrs. Argon, if this is some joke, the rest of your life will be spent in jail. Do you understand that? So are you in or out?"

The murderer picked up the phone, and spoke into it, "You are too late, she's out," Then added in a sarcastic voice, "And dead." The phone was flipped shut and crushed it beneath his shoe.

Le Gamin Café

Vanderbilt Avenue

Saturday, February 2

Eames and Goren arrived at the restaurant in time to see Captain Ross talking to a red-haired woman, "You've been following this woman and her crime spree for seven years now? Why haven't you restaurantbeen able to pin her yet?"

The woman rolled her eyes and sighed, "The way she works, there is no way to pin anything but being an over dresser... I'm not surprised that she met her end like this."

"Ah, Detectives Eames and Goren, this is... Ross started, but was cut off by Goren,

"Detective Valerie Johnson."

The woman smiled, "Oh my... I never thought I would have the pleasure of seeing you again..."

"The same for me... How long has it been? Eleven years?" Goren asked, sarcastically.

"My my... Has it been that long already?" Johnson asked, surprisingly even more sarcastic than Goren.

Eames looked at Goren, "Oh, an old partner Bobby?"

"You could say that..."

"Ex-wife." Johnson said rolling her eyes and crossing her arms.

Goren turned to Ross, "So what've we got?"

"Two victims... The forty-year-old male, hasn't been identified yet, but the sixty-year-old woman has been identified as Mrs. Hazel Argon, a notorious drug dealer. Stab wounds to the male, a slit throat for Argon... You were married Goren? It's not on your file like it should be..."

Goren sighed, "I'm not really proud of it...Look at the way she fell. It's not normal for a behind throat slitting." he kneeled down by the victim's body, tilting her head up, "The slit isn't angled like one either..."

Eames and Johnson bent down next to Goren, "So Argon saw her attacker?"

"From the look of it, yes... Look at the patterns of the blood on the carpet... She was still alive when her attacker left... The blood starts over there. She must've been stabbed over there, drug herself over here, and then bled to death. What time were the bodies found?"

Ross opened the file that he was holding, "One of the waiters, a Mr. Warshaw, found them around 11:30 PM... He's in police custody as of now being questioned, but he's having a hard time talking about it. The security cameras in this place don't work, so there is no chance to catch this murderer on film..."

Goren looked at the burber carpet, "Did the CSU get some clippings from the carpet? There seems to be some gum on the floor here... It's been on a shoe for a long time, there is a small piece of a leaf in it..." he picked up a pair of tweezers and took a sample.

Johnson bent down again, looking past the body, "There is a piece of some type of plastic over here... Looks like the type that some cell phone companies use for the backing... Was there a phone found on Argon or... Wait, I know that face, the man is her limo driver/body guard, Miguel Sanchez... I remember him because I got the shit beat out of me by him when I got too close to Argon..." she put on gloves and picked up the plastic piece, putting it into a bag that a CSU had in his hands, as he turned to walk away, she gently grabbed his arm, "Was there any type of phone found in this room?"

"Uh, no... It's not on file... We'll keep looking though." The CSU replied as he closed the bag.

Goren turned to Johnson, "Why are you so sure there was a phone?"

"She always dealt her merchandise by phone... Always a prepaid cell so it's untraceable, but she always found a way to save numbers on them... That's how we found her... We got her old memory chip. The only problem is she gets a new one every month as she moves from place to place."

Eames looked at Johnson, "Do you still have the files on hand?"

"I've sent for them." Ross answered for her.

"We do have a list of everyone that was in the restaurant last night, right?" Johnson asked.

Ross nodded, "Just got it in, I'll start the department on phone calls to them..."

Goren sighed, "Please tell me that this is some type of joke... You are going to work with us now?"

"She has been working this case for seven years now, almost all of it undercover... Now that her target subject has been killed, she's with us in the Major Case Squad. Detective Goren, will this be a problem?" Ross asked.

"No Captain." Goren said, almost looking ashamed.

Eames gasped, "Bobby, are you blushing?"

Goren ignored the question, "I think I will go and help the other detectives with questioning Mr. Warshaw..."

Goren sat down at his desk across from the waiter, "Mr. Warshaw, I know what you saw was terrible, but I need you to tell me exactly what you saw..."

"I...I was sent to clean out the private room by my boss Mrs. Smith, and when I entered the room, I saw the man and the woman lying on the floor..." he took a giant breath, then continued, "There was no one around... The room was booked for two hours, starting at nine o'clock; they should've been gone by eleven... Our manager has this policy that we don't clean the private room until the users have been gone for a half an hour..."

Goren cut in, "Why is that?"

"I think it is so if they left some belonging, they can get it, or if it's gone, they can't put the blame on the staff..."

"Well that makes sense... Do you charge the users extra for those thirty minutes?"

Warshaw blinked, "No sir, that's why the rich loves to use us... Some of them even use those thirty minutes for themselves... As long as they don't order anything, those thirty minutes are theirs..."

"But you just said the thirty minutes start when they leave..."

"I meant when someone pays... Or, when they leave..."

Goren sat back in his chair, "Did someone pay last night, Mr. Warshaw?"

"Uh, I suppose so, Mrs. Smith didn't tell me that much. I never saw anyone leave or enter the room all night, but then again I was busy bussing tables."

Goren stood up and stretched out his arm to Warshaw, "Thank you Mr. Warshaw. I think we have enough information for now. If anything comes to you, call us. Until then, you can go home."

They shook hands and Goren had another officer escort Warshaw to his car. He then took out his phone and called Eames,

"Eames, we need to pay Mrs. Smith a visit."

Smith Residence

Monday, February 2

Eames and Johnson arrived at Mrs. Smith's house in time to see a car pull out of the driveway.

"What do you make of that?" Eames asked Johnson, who shrugged,

"I don't know, but just in case, I've got the license number."

Eames nodded, "So what happened?"

"To what?"

"You and Bobby? I know he can be rough at times, but I've seen the sweeter side to him more than a few times..." Eames turned off the car and opened the driver side door.

Johnson sighed, "Oh, wow... I... He... We met when we were stationed in Germany, but married eight years later...We were only married for two years and the last three months of our marriage were really bad. The stress from his job was just racking up on him. He was constantly accusing me of cheating and it felt like he was always looking for fights... Everything fell apart at Christmas when he beat the crap out of my cousin because he thought we were getting too close..." she sighed, "Leaving him was one of the hardest things that I have ever done..."

They had just reached the door, Eames knocked, "Really?"

Johnson gave her a sad smile, "Yeah, but every time I see him, I feel nothing but anger mixed with the smallest bit of love... I know it's hard to believe, but after these eleven years, I wonder what it could've been like."

The door opened before Eames could press her for any more answers, to reveal a rather tired woman with frizzy red hair and a long pink bath robe,

"Do you two have any idea what time it is? What do you want?"

Eames and Johnson pulled out their badges, "I'm Detective Eames. This is Detective Johnson. We have a few questions for you Mrs. Smith."

The woman nodded, and invited them in, "I suppose this is about what happened at my restaurant. You two can sit there."

"Yes, we just need some information about the people in that room." Johnson said, sitting in the couch that Mrs. Smith had indicated.

"Mrs. Smith..." Eames started, but was cut off,

"Mary. Call me Mary. Mrs. Smith is and always will be my horrible mother-in-law." Mary said, sitting down on a chair across from the couch.

Eames sighed, "Alright then, Mary, why didn't you come down to the restaurant when the bodies were found?"

Mary sighed, "I had to stay with the kids. I have two; a boy and a girl..."

"Did someone pick up the bill for the room and food?" Johnson asked as she jotted down Mary's last answer.

"Oh, there was no food ordered... Mrs. Argon never bought any kind of food or drink when she comes to my restaurant. She uses the room for her phone conversations... I don't know who with, just that she doesn't care to be interrupted..."

"I bet that was kind of a bummer, having someone book a room, but not eat?" Eames asked.

Mary shrugged, "No, not really, she always paid extra just for the thirty free minuets we allow the customer to collect all of their belongings..."

"Sounds like the customers are doing more than eating back in the room..." Johnson said.

"No, the people who use the room use it for business dinners, parties, or large family gatherings. We don't allow that type of stuff to go on in my restaurant."

Eames narrowed her eyes, "So did someone pay? Your waiter said that you didn't tell him..."

"Yes, someone paid, but no, I don't know who. And he paid with cash."

Johnson sighed as her pencil broke and she pulled out a pen instead, "Could you describe this man?"

Mary hesitated, "No, I don't remember much about what he looks like... Just tall, skinny, and had sandy blond hair..."

"And yet you remember that he paid cash?" Eames asked.

"We don't get many people who pay cash... I wasn't the person who took the money; I was just called out to make sure it is real... I now have all of my employees call me out for cash... We've been faked out too many times..."

"Can we get all of the information you have on the person who called you to check the money?" Johnson asked Mary, unaware that she was chewing on the cap of her pen.

"Of course, whatever you need..."

"Okay, so how often did Argon come to your place?" Eames asked as her eyes met Johnson's. The look that they both gave said, 'She's lying.'

Mary thought for a moment, "I'd have to check my planner... At least twice a week, I think..."

"All right, last question for now," Johnson said, turning the page of her notebook, "Who was that pulling out of your driveway just a few minutes ago?"

Mary's eyes became wide, but narrowed quickly, "I think it's time for you two to leave... You will be hearing from my lawyer soon for the damages to the restaurant's status in this city..." she stood up and ushered Johnson and Eames to the door. When it was shut behind them, the women started down the steps,

"So, do you want to go with secrete lover, the murderer, or her husband?" Johnson asked as she pulled Eames' passenger car door open.

"Either way, she's in trouble... I'll call Goren and have him run the license plate through the system... Mrs. Smith may not have such an air tight alibi as she thought... For the request for her presence at the investigation at least..."

Eames tossed Johnson's notes down on Goren's desk as she sat down at hers, "We've got no leads yet, except the restaurant restaurae owner has nothing but lies coming out of her..."

Goren smiled getting up to get a drink from the water cooler, "Jeez Alex, don't be so harsh..."

"Oh and you are much better?" Johnson asked, sitting down at Goren's desk.

He rolled his eyes and stole a chair from the neighboring desk, "I've been looking over the past notes for the beginning of this case... It took you six years to find her?" he asked turning to his ex.

"Look, you try spending a great deal of your single life as an undercover cop... I had my own cases and what's left of our 'dynamic duo' cases to protect as well... you try balancing that with working as an undercover dealer, wondering what night your throat will be slit..."

Eames laughed, "'Dynamic duo'? God, you sound like Batman and Robin. Come on you two..."

"Yeah..." Johnson replied with a blush, "That's what the guys in the Army's Criminal Investigation Division called us when we were stationed in Germany... It was mainly Goren kicking ass and me taking tons of notes, but hey, we got our work done..."

Goren put his face into his hands and surfaced slowly, "Can we please get back to the investigation? Look here," he indicated an old note that Johnson had made, "Her phone... Did the lab send the results on the plastic shard?"

"Yeah, it was from one of those prepaid phones like the one Johnson mentioned. Apparently this type of plastic is only used by one company that makes the phones. The lab is narrowing down the search to all of the stores that sell that type." Eames said.

Captain Ross stuck his head out of his office, "Eames, Goren, Johnson... What have you got?"

Johnson walked over to Ross and gave him the files, "We have the lab running tests on the plastic shard and Goren has the lab running a search on a license from the car that Eames and I saw pulling out of Mary's driveway..."

Ross looked over the files, "Do you have any leads?"

Eames walked over and stood next to Johnson, "Not yet Captain... But we are interviewing every person that was in the restaurant between eight thirty and eleven."

Goren's phone rang, "Goren... Yes... Great, thank you." he hung up the phone and wrote something down. Standing up, he pulled his coat on, and joined the ladies and Ross, "Captain, we now have the name of Mrs. Smith's three-in-the-morning-visitor; a Mister Stan Turner, who just happen to work at Mary's restaurant."

"Fine," Ross said, "Eames, Johnson, once you get the plastic narrowed down, start calling the stores that come up, find when she bought it. Goren, go wake up Mr. Turner."

Turner Residence

Saturday, February 2

Goren walked up to Turner's house as Mrs. Turner was walking out of the house. One look at him and she turned around calling into the house,

"Tommy, there's a cop here... What did you do now?"

A black-haired boy, no older than sixteen stuck his head out of the door, "Nothing Mom! I'm just getting ready for school!"

"Ma'am, I'm not here to see your son, I'm here to see your husband... How do you know I'm a cop..? You get many here?"

Mrs. Turner laughed as she opened her car door, "You don't need a badge for me to know that you're a cop... Who else would come calling at this time?"

"True... Is Mr. Turner here?"

She nodded, "Uh, yeah. He's in the master bedroom, first door to the right."

Goren smiled, "Thanks, are you sure that he won't mind?"

Laughing she turned on the car, "If he does, It'd be a rude awakening for him..."

"How so?"

"Oh, he likes to sleep in every morning. A cop waking him up would help him get to work on time..."

Goren cocked his head, "He didn't tell you about last night?"

"What do you mean last night?"

"Two people were murdered in the restaurant, so it's closed until this case is finished. What time did he come home?"

"My god, is he some kind of suspect?"

Goren shook his head, "I just need to ask him a few questions. Could you answer mine, please?"

"Um, He got back around three-thirty, but that doesn't mean anything, he always gets back around that time."

"Okay, thank you." Goren shut her car door and watched her pull out of the drive them headed into the house. He reached the door and opened it to find a huge mess of blankets in a really dirty bedroom. Stepping up to the side of the bed, where Turner was lying asleep,

"Mr. Turner, I need you to wake up, Mr. Turner, get up!"

The man in the bed shot up, "WHAT THE HELL? WHO THE F..."

"Detective Goren. I need you to tell me why you were at Mrs. Smith's house last night... Two hours ago to be exact..."

Turner jumped out of his bed, "Who gave you permission to come in here?"

"Your wife, now answer me."

"I was coming home from work... I wasn't anywhere my boss' home"

"Not according to my partner, excuse me, partners. They saw your car pulling out of Mary Smith's drive way."

"Well, they lie. Like I said, I was nowhere near her home. I think you need to leave now."

Goren shook his head, "No, I need you to answer some more of my questions."

"Yeah, is that so? Well, talk to my lawyer. Now leave."

"Well you handled that well." Ross said as he watched Goren walk into his office and sit down, "We were just slapped with a restraining order. Now we'll never get any information from him unless we have a damn good reason to get it."

Goren sighed, "He wasn't to open to talking anyway. His wife said that he is a bitch in the morning..."

"Goren, you practically broke into this man's home... Wife's permission or not."

"Captain, she wanted me to..."

Ross interrupted him, "Goren, I'm beginning to think that your work is beginning to be affected by your ex-wife. You've never done anything like this before..."

Goren sat back in his seat, "No, Captain, I... It's not her... It's just that I don't have Eames to keep my leash tight."

"Goren, why didn't you put her on your file?"

"I'm the one that broke up our relationship, she was just the one to pick up and leave... I was bringing the stress home from work that she didn't need to deal with, she had her own... I was constantly blaming her for being unfaithful... I didn't put her on file because she can't stand me. Quite frankly, I understand why."

Ross sighed, "I'll get Eames off the phone. It's been seven hours and so far we've got nothing but a broken cell phone plastic and everything that Johnson already had on file. You're lucky that I'm not putting you on desk work after that little show in Turner's bedroom. Now we can't get him to come in anytime soon."

"Yes Captain."

Mary met a dark figure in a back booth in a restaurant. She sat down as the man looked up at her and hissed,

"Look, the NYPD came to my house this morning. I'm tired of this. Our regulars are dropping like flies. Now that our dealer is dead, we have to get a new one. One that won't turn us in after twenty years of deals..."

The man shook his head, "No, Argon was just a weak link; one that stood in our way. She may have had the goods, but now I have them. We'll be fine. Just keep those detectives away from our deal, got it?"

Mary nodded, "Yes, I understand."

"I don't think you do... They get ANY closer, you are done. I just got rid of Calvin. He let them get close. You'll end up JUST like him if they do. Understand?"

Her eyes widened as the man got up, "Calvin... You killed him?" then seeing the look on the man's face said, "Yes, I do"

Abandoned Warehouse

Sunday, February 3

Goren and Eames arrived at the crime scene at the same time, "Bobby, are you okay? You aren't the same... Ross said that you admitted that you need me..."

Goren sighed, "I just don't think that I can deal with my ex..."

"Bobby, it's been eleven years..."

They walked up to the Crime Scene Tape and ducked under it, holding it up for Eames, "Eleven years maybe, but it's never enough... Ross, we have another body?"

Ross pointed toward the body lying on the floor. Goren, as always, bent down next to it and started to examine it,

"His shoes are missing... Probably something on them to incriminate someone... There is also a burn around his neck... look at the angle it's bent... He was hung, and then dropped here... There's also an indication that his throat was slit... But why hang him if you are going to slit his throat?"

Eames bent down by Goren, "Probably didn't die after he was hung. Ross, are you sure that he is connected to our case?"

"Same type of knife."

"But that's not enough to connect it to our case..." Eames started to argue.

Ross cut her off, "Eames, it's enough to add it as a side note until we have stronger evidence to link it better."

"Look, there... Another piece of plastic and this time, there's gum on it..." Goren pointed out as he picked it up from beside the body.

"From another phone?" Eames asked looking at it.

"Most likely."

Ross made a note on the file, "Great. Now all we have to do is find why all of these people are dead."

Goren looked up at Ross, "This slit is more slanted than the other one... This one shows the killer is right-handed, his knife cut the left carotid artery, like Argon's."

"Right-handed killer... Could be over eighty percent of the human population..." Eames said as Goren stood up, looking up at the thick wooden bar that ran length wise across the ceiling.

"Only half of that population could be tall enough to reach that bar... There is no chair here... Which means the murderer used something else for his victim to stand on... But what?"

Eames' eyes swept the room, "I don't see anything, but it looks like this guy is getting sloppy with his work... Do we have an ID for our John Doe?"

Ross nodded, "Yeah, A Mr. Calvin Waterson, age forty-two. He's got a daughter living in an apartment building right across the street from Central Park..." Ross's phone went off, interrupting him, "Ross... yes... Great, get right on it." he shut his phone and turned back to Eames and Goren, "The lab narrowed down the stores that sell the phone. Johnson is checking that out right now. For the mean time, Go and talk to Mr. Waterson's daughter, see if she knows anything."

"Look, I don't know what you are talking about. My father, a possible drug dealer? I can't believe it. He'd never deal... He was always talking about not doing drugs and not smoking... There's no way."

Eames sat down next to the twenty-six-year-old and put her hand on her shoulder,

"I know it's hard to believe, but we need to know if there was anything strange going on."

The girl shifted in her seat, "Well, there were some nights that he never came home... I just thought he was out with his girlfriend..."

Goren held up his hand to stop her, "And who would that be? Did you ever meet her?"

She shook her head, "No, I've never seen her, but my father only refers to her as Mary..."

"Do you remember her last name? Could it have been Smith?"

Kate's eyes flooded with tears, "Y...Yes... I think so. He was finally happy... After mom died, he had so many girlfriends, I didn't know who he was with."

"Katie, could you tell me what time your father came home last night?" Eames asked making some small notes on a notepad.

"He came home around eleven thirty, but he left this morning at seven..." Katie let the tears flow, "He... he went out to take my son to kindergarten... My husband is over in Iraq, he left last month so my father moved in with me until he comes back... "

"Why couldn't you take him?" Goren asked, looking at pictures that Katie had on the wall.

She sighed, "I've got too many tickets... My license was taken last week."

Eames looked around, "Where is your son now?"

"He's over at his friend's house..."

"Katie, your father wasn't wearing any shoes when his body was found, what type was he wearing when he left?"

Katie thought hard, "White sneakers... Nike I think... He was always looking for the best pair of shoes... He was a size fourteen. He claimed none of them fit right..."

"Could we search this apartment just in case there is something that leads to why he was killed?" Eames asked Katie.

"Yes... I just want this killer caught."

Goren pulled out a drawer on the TV cabinet, "Eames..."

"What is it?" she got up and walked over to him.

"A false bottom... And look what we've got here..." he pulled out a bag of a white powder, "Crack." he handed the bag to Eames, who put it in an evidence bag.

Katie stood up, "I had no idea that he would do something like this..."

Goren put his hand on Katie's shoulder, "We're truly sorry for your loss."

Katie looked up at him, "Isn't that what everyone wants to hear?"

Lucky Clover Patch

Monday, February 4

Johnson walked up to the counter of the last store on her list and pulled out her badge, "I'm Detective Johnson, I need a list of all the purchases for the prepaid Smart Phone..."

A nerdy looking teen turned around, looking her up and down, he opened a file on his computer, "The prepaid smart phone you say?" he clicked the mouse, "What are you looking for?"

"I need to know when a Hazel Argon bought this type of phone."

The teen clicked the mouse a few times, "Uh, there's no Argon on here, the closest thing to it is Adams... So do you have a gun?"

"Look for a Layla Brady..."

Again, he clicked the mouse, "Um, what about a Marsha Brady?"

"If you are joking with this serious matter, I can slap you for withholding evidence. How about a Lilly Spall?"

The teen shook his head, "Nope, I'm sorry. What type of gun is it?"

Johnson rolled her eyes, "Look, just print out everything that was bought this month, and last."

"Okay. Do you know how often you meet a detective? It's not everyday..." He reached behind him to get the list as it ran off the printer.

Johnson took the list out of his hands, "You do know that detectives aren't always like the ones you see on TV right?"

The kid sighed, "Yes, I know... It's just cool... W.O.W. people are always talking about the detectives they meet..."

"They can't be that good, now can they?"

He shrugged, "A few of them were involved in an investigation..."

Johnson thanked him then started to walk away, but stopped and turned around, "Oh, the gun... It's a nine mill... But I prefer to use my bare hands."

Eames was sitting on top of Goren's desk when Johnson came back from phone searching, "Hey, how'd it go?"

Johnson sat down at Goren's desk, and sighed, "Argon used a different name... but her usual fake wasn't used... Neither were any of her others."

"Could she have had someone else buy it for her? An employee maybe?"

Goren walked up with a cup of coffee, closely followed by Ross.

"She might have... There's almost no way of telling now..." Johnson's phone went off as she spoke, "Johnson...Yeah we are working with the Argon case... Why were we not informed of this? Really? Thank you." she flipped her phone shut then turned to Eames, "She had called a police informant the night she was killed, she was going to turn in every person who ever bought from her... Seven years on that case, and all in one night I get bitch slapped for it."

Eames looked at Johnson, "What caused the change of heart?'

"According to Rodgers, she had a tumor in her brain. She only had two more months to live..."

"So Argon is going to die, she decides to turn herself and everyone else in. Her clients get a whiff, they kill her... but which one?" Goren asked as he took a sip of his coffee.

Ross leafed through the file, "Mary's lawyer was suppose to bring her in an hour ago. Go pick her up."

The detectives walked up the steps to Mary's house. Goren knocked on the door, then yelled, "MARY, IT'S THE NYPD, YOU SHOULD'VE BEEN AT OUR STATION AN HOUR AND A HALF AGO! WE NEED YOU TO COME DOWN HERE NOW!" waiting a few seconds, he looked at Johnson and Eames, who nodded, then kicked open the door.

They fanned out and searched the house, "IT'S CLEAR!" Eames yelled from the upstairs.

"Damn." Johnson swore.

Goren looked around, "From the looks of it, she packed in a hurry..." he walked over to the kitchen, "The stove's still hot... She couldn't have left more than an hour ago." he pulled out his phone and called Ross, "Captain, she ran. Get a squad out and pick her up."

"Goren, you should see what she has up here..." Eames called to him.

He and Johnson ran up to the bedroom and saw what she was referring to. Eames was standing next to a safe in the wall filled with bags of pills, inhalants, and any other type of drugs that could be sold on the street.

"You thinking what I'm thinking?" Johnson asked as she carefully took some of the bags out of the safe.

"So, she was Argon's customer... Then she and Calvin re-sold them together... You think she killed him?"

Goren shrugged, "We won't know till we get her in. Until then, I think it's safe to say that she is re-selling them. Check out this pile of bank statements. All of them are deposits, all of them for over four hundred dollars."

Johnson walked out of the room and into the next one, "There are no signs that there are any children living in this house. Yet she said that she was watching her children the night of the murders at her restaurant."

Eames entered the room, "She might not have been there, but she sure had someone there..."

Major Case Station

Tuesday, February 5

"Apparently Mrs. Smith shouldn't be calling herself 'Mrs' any more. She and her husband got a divorce a year ago. Their kids are living with their father because their mother is, get this, a recovering druggie. Looks like she was doing the goods before selling them." Eames said going through the files on Mary's divorce.

Ross approached them at Goren's desk, "The DNA on the gum that was found on the plastic at both scenes was a match... And the DNA is a match for Calvin. The boys just picked up Mary Smith in Pennsylvania... They're bringing her in now. I want you and Eames in the room with her. Johnson, I want you in the observation room. Watch her every move."

"Yes Captain."

"Mary, Mary, Mary. Why did you run?" Goren asked, standing over her, shaking his head.

She glared at him and Eames, "I want my lawyer."

"I think you gave up that right when you ran." Eames replied.

Goren sat down in the chair next to Eames, "Was it because your lover was killed, or because you knew that the drug ring ended at your door step?"

Mary looked horrified, "No! Calvin was not my lover! We just..."

"Go on." Goren pushed, "You and he what? Sold drugs to people? Minors? Is that how you kept your restaurant open after the divorce? Then you killed Argon because she was suppose to turn you all in. Every person that ever bought from her. Come on, you should've known better, we will always catch you. Especially since you had her killed in your restaurant."

Mary's eyes flooded and tears spilled over and in between sobs, she managed to say, "No... Calvin was suppose to kill her at her house, not at my place... That bitch was going to rat us out..."

"So Calvin screws up, you kill him for it."

Mary shook her head vigorously, "No... S... Stan killed him. He was getting to careless. If you go to his house, you will be sure to find the knife..."

Goren knitted his brows together, "How did you know it was a knife that killed Calvin? We didn't release that to the press."

"Stan doesn't like guns. Calvin had borrowed the knife from Stan to kill Argon, I was there the night that Stan gave it to him."

Eames cut in, "So after Argon is murdered, Stan comes back to get the knife, he realizes that Calvin is too sloppy to help you, so he kills him with the knife?"

Mary sniffed, "Yes, that's what happened."

Eames and Goren excused themselves as Ross stepped in for more questioning, and stepped into the room where Johnson was watching through the mirror.

"She's either telling the truth, or knows how to hold a damn strong poker face. She doesn't show any signs of the normal lying patterns. She's not tilting her head, tapping her foot, or anything."

Eames nodded, "Well, now all we have to do is get a search warrant for Stan's house. When Ross is done, this case is in the bag."

The detectives knocked on the Turner's front door. As it opened, Goren was the first one that Stan saw. Immediately, he started to slam the door, but Goren got his foot in the way in time,

"Mr. Turner, we have in our possession a search warrant, which we intent to put into action. Now I know that in the beginning you and I got off on the wrong foot, but if you have anything to tell us, say it now."

Stan took the warrant out of Goren's hands, then glared at him, "You son of a bitch... I ain't got nothing to hide."

"Fine... Johnson, check the closet, look for shoes, size fourteen. Eames, the knife?"

Eames went into the kitchen while Johnson started on the closet.

"Hey, I've got something!" Eames said, holding a knife carefully in a towel, "Looks like the same type Rodgers suggested. She put it into one of the bags someone from the CSU was holding.

Stan looked over the warrant for the twentieth time, "Look, I didn't kill nobody!"

"And yet you have the knife. Look at these blood stains. I'll bet Calvin and your prints are all over this..."

"And the shoes! Goren, they're a match!"

Goren picked up one of the shoes, "Well, well, look at this... There's a piece of plastic stuck in the gum on the sole. The same type of plastic and gum at both of the scenes." he pointed to it, sticking the shoe in Stan's face.

"Alright, alright... I killed that bastard. He was sloppy. He wanted more money. Mary and I didn't need him anymore. We had enough drugs to last us a year of selling."

Eames came up behind Stan and cuffed him, "Mr. Turner, you're under the arrest for the murder of Calvin Waterson, possession and selling of drugs..."

Eames and Goren had gotten Stan's statement within minutes of bringing him in,

"We sat him down and he sang like a bird. He seems proud of the killing..." Eames said as they entered the observation room where Johnson and Ross were waiting.

Goren nodded, "He wants to ruin Calvin's reputation so he doesn't die like a hero to Mary... He saved her from years of jail time, or he wanted to anyway... I bet he's disappointed that she will be spending at least twenty-five years for possession, and conspiracy."

Johnson smiled, "I just can't believe it... Seven years and it all ends like this... Did the CSU find the phone pieces at Calvin or Stan's house?"

Ross nodded, "Calvin had them in the bottom of his trash can the lab's searching the call list so no one can get away with buying. I'm going to go and start arranging dates for the trial."

Once he was out of the room Eames turned to Goren and Johnson, "Coffee?"

"Oh no, I can't," Johnson said, putting on her coat, "My son is waiting on me. I promised that I'd take him to the movies today."

Eames smiled, "Oh, you have a son? How old is he?"

Johnson's eyes met Goren's, "Bobby will be eleven in July. I'll see you two at the trial."

"Oh Goren..." Eames said, putting her hand on his shoulder after Johnson was out of the room, "Bobby?"

All he could do was stare after his ex with a shocked look on his face.