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A/N: Here's the next chappie!! Thanks to all who reviewed. As always, please R&R. My muse loves the attention. :D I don't own Tim O'Reilly. He was created by the wonderful Screaming-Poetically! Many thanks to Aphina and Axellia for betaing this!

Chapter 56.

No Good Deed Goes Unpunished

After Michael was done writing the names down, Flack immediately took it to Danny and Lindsay. "All right. I have a list of name of people he used to run with in the gang," he told them as handed the paper over.

Danny nodded and immediately compared them to the Naughty list. He smirked as he looked at Flack. "All of the names on the list match what he gave you."

Flack nodded. "I started a background check on the names. See if we can find anything out." He grabbed the list of names from the Naughty list and turned to leave.

Danny watched as he walked out, a glimmer on an idea coming to his head. "Hey, Montana?" he said as he turned around. "Now that we know that Naughty list is ex-gang members, maybe the Nice list is people that he wronged when he was in the gang?"

Lindsay bit her lip, debating his idea. "It's worth a shot, but we still don't have the gang's file." She cocked her head to the side. "But, there should be records in the system based on him alone. I'll check it out."

Danny nodded as she turned and began tapping the keys on the keyboard.

Cory walked out of her staff meeting, feeling a little more hope. The team had backed her plan of making an earlier raid, in fact, more than half were happy about the change, saying that it would catch the gang more off guard. She walked back into her office, to find a list of messages as well as a furiously blinking voicemail message light. Sighing, she decided to check the voicemails first.

Her jaw dropped when she listened to the first message.

"Cory, it's Tim O'Reilly. I wanted to let you know that I'm officially back in New York. Listen, I need your help with a case. It involved Asian money laundering. I was told you were the woman to talk to. Give me a call."

She quickly wrote down the rest of her voicemails and then called Tim back.

"O'Reilly."

"Tim, it's Cory. What's going on?"

"Cory! I'm so glad that you called me back. I've been working on a case with money laundering and it turns out that you are in the middle of the investigation. Can we meet for lunch to go over the fine points?"

Cory smiled. "Of course. I'm actually free in about an hour if you want to go. I can't release much information, but I see what I can do to help you."

"Perfect. See you then," O'Reilly said after they agreed on where to meet.

Cory hurried through the rest of her messages before letting Lydia know that she was going out for lunch. Soon she was sitting in a posh restaurant across the table from O'Reilly. She smiled at him. "Tim. How are you?"

The tall, brown eyed man smiled back at her. "I'm good. I liked Texas, but I'm happy to be back," he said, his accent a weird mixture of South Boston and Texan.

Cory smiled. "I'm just thankful you were in Texas when Ortiz went to trial. Speaking of which, he's been quiet recently."

O'Reilly raised an eyebrow. "I think the news that you were almost killed hit home for him. Last I heard from his attorney, who just lost the final appeal by the way, he blames himself for getting you involved in the FBI gang unit and he decided to cut off all contact."

Cory shrugged. "Can't say that I'm not happy about that. So, you were wanting information on the Asian money launderers."

Tim nodded. "I need to know where you stand. Anything I can file charges on yet?"

Cory looked at him. "Tim? I'm good, but I ain't that good. I just got the case on Friday! But I do have a couple of raids planned, so I might have something for you by Friday." She furrowed her brow. "What's the rush on this? I've never seen you so anxious about a case."

He shrugged a little. "I don't know. I've got a funny feeling about this. It's just my gut."

Cory studied him. "I'll keep that in mind. I have pushed up my timetable a bit. So, I'll see what I get this week."

O'Reilly smiled. "Good. I was so happy when I saw that you were the investigating agent."

Cory smiled as the waiter arrived to take their orders.

Lindsay was still researching the Nice names when Flack walked back in. "It's a no go on the Naughty names. All of them are dead," he said shaking his hand in frustration.

Lindsay smiled at him. "That's okay. I think I may have something. Danny had the idea to cross check the Nice names against people that he might have done something bad to when he was in the gang. So far, all of the names do check back to either the person that he stole from or assaulted or their closest family member if they are deceased."

Flack's mind whirled. "So he was trying to make up for his past wrongs?"

Danny nodded. "Yeah. That's what we think. So what if he contacted someone who was still carrying a grudge and they snapped."

Lindsay printed a quick list off and handed it to Flack. "Here's a new suspect list," she said. Flack nodded and left quickly with Lindsay calling out, "Good luck!" to his retreating back.

After an hour of researching the names on the Nice list, Flack had narrowed the list down to three names. Alex Jones, Sabrina Chestnut and Billy Knight. Making some calls, he invited each of them down to the station to see if he could get any information from them.

Alex Jones was first. Flack met him in an interrogation room. "So, Mr. Jones. Thank you for coming down," he greeted him, trying not to come down to hard.

"What's this about, Detective?" the white haired gentleman asked pleasantly.

Flack placed a photo of the dead Santa in front of him. "Do you know this man?"

Mr. Jones picked up the photograph and studied it intently before shaking his head. "No. I don't know him."

Flack sighed, not sure if he was telling the truth or not. "His name is Anthony Carelli, from Phoenix. We have reason to believe that he was trying to contact you."

Mr. Jones looked at him, confused. "Why?"

"He was the man who assaulted you thirty years ago."

Mr. Jones looked shocked. "Why would he try to contact me?"

Flack shook his head. "We believe that he was trying to make up for his past mistakes. We're not sure how, but if he hadn't contacted you, then we might never find out why."

"I wish I could help, Detective. But I don't know," he said as he shrugged.

Flack nodded. "Thank you for your time," he said as he ushered the man out of the room.

Shaking his head in frustration, Flack awaited the next "suspect" to arrive.

When Cory got back to work, she quickly pulled her email back up. She had sent an email to Alistair to let him know that Lydia was willing to fly to Spain. She smiled as she read his response. It was a simple, "Wonderful. I'll email her the flight details." She shook her head as she smiled.

Then she pulled out her files and began to get everything set up for the two raids they had planned. Both locations were in Chinatown, with one being a fireworks factory. That was the one she was leading, since it had the potential to be explosive. Lydia was going to hit another warehouse in the area where they suspected that the more money laundering was taking place.

She pulled out the floor plans of both warehouse, trying to lay out exactly how she wanted her teams to go in. She didn't know exactly what kind of weapons that the gang had access to, so she was planning on being extra cautious. She was planning for the worst, and hoping for the best.

She was still wrapped up in the blueprints when Lydia walked in. "Hey," she called from the door.

Cory looked up and smiled. "Hey. Did you get an email from Alistair with your flight information?"

Lydia nodded. "A couple of minutes ago. Thursday is going to be a long day," she said scrunching her nose up.

"I kinda figured that," Cory responded as she leaned back. "At least you'll get most of Wednesday off. We'll just have to do paperwork and any remaining interrogations that are left." She reached over to her computer and pulled up an email. "I got an email from INS and if we catch some the people that they hope we are, most will be deported."

Lydia nodded. "That leaves less paperwork for us!"

Cory just nodded as she laughed. Then she pointed to the blueprints. "I was just going over the floor plans, trying to plan the best way to go in."

Lydia leaned over the desk, looking at the maps upside down. "Huh. Which one is the one I'm going in?" Cory drew that one atop the other and turned it around so Lydia could see it better. "Well," Lydia began, "we'll definitely go in front and rear, but I also want to leave a small team outside just in case." She traced her finger along the corridors. "We can split into smaller teams of two and methodically go through the building."

Cory nodded her agreement. "That's what I was thinking. Total agents involved, twenty, including us. We can leave four outside, two in the front, two in the rear of each warehouse and six to go in."

"Sounds like a plan to me," Lydia said. "I'll draw up a list of agents that I want with me and get it to you by the end of the day."

Cory nodded. "Thanks. I'll notify everyone. Are we still wanting to hit them early in the morning? If so, get me the list by three. That way I'll be able to juggle everyone's schedules."

"Will do," Lydia replied as she turned to walk out of the office, leaving Cory to go over the final details of the raids.

AN: So the plot is beginning to thicken! Now the question is...How does all of this tie together?? (:p) Okay. I just finished writing the final chapter of Deja Vu and the sequel is going to be called "The War at Home." Look for that! On a side note...Only 3 reviews? (:o)

Soccer-Bitch - I do feel a little better. It's all allergies! I hope you feel better and I'm glad you liked the chapter!

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