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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 The song title is from Papa Roach. Many thanks to both Aphina and Axellia for being completely awesome betas!!

Chapter 57.

Getting Away with Murder

The following day, Cory looked around at the assembled FBI agents. Most of them she had worked with before and she was trusted all of them with her life. She nodded to Lydia who stood on her right. "All right y'all. We are going to break you into the individual teams," she stated before telling each agent what team they were on. "Everyone on Team One, follow me. Team Two, follow Lydia."

She led her group of ten to the opposite side of the conference room where blueprints of the warehouse were posted on the wall. "Okay, here is the layout. Erin, Mikhail, Sam and Julio, I want y'all posted outside of the entrances. If anyone gets outside, then apprehend them." She pointed to the other five agents. "Angela, Mike and Antonio, y'all are going in the rear. Debra, John and I will go in the front. We will search from top to bottom. What we are looking for is anything that can tie these guys to money laundering. Stay sharp and stay focused. As far as we know, they don't know we are coming in, but I also have no clue what their firepower is, so be prepared." She smiled as the team nodded. "Good. We are hitting them at ten, so make sure you are here by eight. I suggest everyone go home and get a couple of hours of sleep before you come back here."

The team nodded to her before exiting the conference room. She turned to Lydia. "You ready?"

Lydia nodded to her. "I think so. I'm going to head home after lunch. Sheldon is working the night shift tonight, so we'll get to spend some time together until I have to leave. I may even go running with him later."

Cory smiled. "That's a good way to work off the nerves. I may call and see if I can join you. Danny's not much into jogging, but it has always been my release. It's one thing I miss about Dallas. The weather is nice there for a majority of the time, barring the God awful summers, so I always jogged when I was stressed out." She laughed ironically. "The treadmill just doesn't cut it sometimes!"

Lydia laughed. "I know what you mean. Sometimes you just want the wind in your hair and even a chilly breeze! What about you? What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to try to catch some sleep, but if insomnia persists, I'll work on the wedding plans. I've narrowed down the invitations down to three choices, but I'm having problems choosing between them and every time I ask Danny," she paused with an eye roll, "he just says, "Whatever you want is fine." I swear, I'm going to hit him some day!"

Lydia laughed. "Aren't all men like that?"

Cory thought for a moment. "I guess so. James wasn't any more help when we were planning our wedding. I should have known. I just wish that I could get him more involved, ya know?"

Lydia shrugged. "He'll get there. Maybe when everything calms down…"

Cory looked at her in amazement. "Lydia, we work in law enforcement. The only way that things will calm down is if everyone suddenly decides to follow the law!"

Lydia shook her head and laughed. "I guess your right. I think he'll get there. I'm sure he'll want to help choose the food."

Cory snorted in her laughter. "Okay. I'm going home now. I'll see you at seven."

Lydia nodded. "I'll call you if Sheldon and I do decide to go running and you can join us."

"Thanks," Cory said with a smile as she walked out of conference room.

Flack was set to interview the final "suspect", Sabrina Chestnut. The second interview with Billy Knight had been as productive as with Alex Jones, so he had high hopes for the final interview.

He stopped by the lab to see if Lindsay and Danny had any additional information for him. "Messer? Got anything for me?"

Danny looked up and shook his head. "Nope. We went over his hotel room, but couldn't find any information. Also, per your request, we went over the file for Philip Chestnut, Sabrina's brother. It looks like after he was mugged by Carelli he spun down out of control. Got heavily into drugs and finally committed suicide ten years ago."

Lindsay sat down next to them. "From what I could find out, Sabrina made some rather inflammatory remarks about Carelli at her brother's funeral. She blamed his death on Carelli."

Flack nodded. "I might be able to use that to get her to confess if she did kill him. Any evidence?"

"Unfortunately, none," Lindsay responded. "He was killed by an overdose of the designer drug called Candy Cane. It was laced in a real candy cane, which could have been given to him anywhere. Unless you get a confession, there is no way to prosecute it."

Flack nodded, knowing the gravity of the situation. "I'll do what I can without any evidence to back me up," he said as he turned to walk out of the lab.

Cory awoke from her nap around two p.m., thankful that she hadn't had a nightmarish vision. She stretched, feeling decadent for sleeping in the middle of the day, until she remembered why she was sleeping in the first place. Crawling out of the bed, she quickly put on a pair of sweats and walked into the kitchen, yawning slightly.

She had just put water on to boil for tea when her phone rang. She quickly walked to the living room and grabbed it. "Reid."

"Hey, Cory. It's Lydia. Sheldon and I are definitely going for a run. You wanna join us?"

"Definitely. What time are y'all going?"

"Four. That'll give us plenty of time to get ready for the raid tonight."

"Okay. I'll be over at y'all's place around three-thirty then."

"See you then!" Lydia said with enthusiasm.

Cory hung up the phone and returned to her tea.

A few hours later, she was standing bent over, huffing, trying to get air into her burning lungs. "God, Hawkes. I need to run with you more often!" she said, gasping. "I'm so out of shape."

Lydia wasn't in much better shape than her, their breath steaming the air up around them. "I know. I thought I was in good shape!" Lydia moaned.

Hawked laughed lightly, winded but not as out of breath as the girls. "Naw. I'm just used to running in this kind of cold. You guys aren't."

Cory just shook her head, finally catching her breath. "Well, one thing's for certain. We need to do this again. I feel so much calmer and centered now. I feel ready for the raid."

Lydia nodded her agreement as they parted to go get ready for what lay ahead.

Flack looked across the table at the cocky brunette. She looked at him from her seat and he could feel the animosity rolling off of her in waves. "Ms. Chestnut, thank you for coming down."

She just shot him a glare. "Why am I here?"

Flack bit back his biting remark, knowing that he needed to lure her into a sense of security. Instead, he just laid a photo down on the table in front of her. "Recognize him?"

She glanced at the photo and then back to Flack. "Should I?" she asked sarcastically.

"Does the name Anthony Carelli mean anything to you?" Flack persisted patiently.

"He's the ass who ruined my family," Sabrina said with malice dripping through her voice.

Flack grinned internally as he sensed that he might be able to get her angry enough to snap. "Really? Why is that?"

Sabrina looked at him, suspecting something behind the innocent question. "Why is this important?" she asked skeptically.

"He was found dead a few days ago." He noticed her lack of expression. "You don't seem to be disturbed about that."

"Why should I be? I'm happy that he is dead and he can pay for his crimes. I hope the bastard rots in hell," she said without expression.

"Really? Would it interest you to find out he was murdered?" Flack asked casually. Sabrina did not show any response so Flack continued, "And that you are one of the prime suspects?"

Sabrina still maintained her non emotional mask. "Really? Why would that be? What reason do I have to harm him?"

Flack grinned cockily. "You've expressed a desire to see him dead."

Sabrina smiled coldly. "So. I wanted him dead. That's not a big surprise, but I didn't kill him. Why destroy myself just to exact revenge?" She smirked. "I'm sorry, Detective, but you're barking up the wrong tree."

"Can you tell me where you were during the hours of four to nine a.m. on last Thursday?"

"At home, asleep until six and then I went to work. I got to work at eight," she responded instantly.

"Can anyone verify that?"

"My boss and my timecard will verify what time I arrived at work, but I do live alone."

Flack nodded. "Here's what I think happened. Carelli is feeling bad for all the things he did in the past, so he comes back to New York to see what he could do to fix it. He made out a list, a Naughty and Nice list, and discovered that everyone on the Naughty list was dead. So, he did some research and started to make reparations to his living victims, or their closest living relative. So, he contacted you and wanted to meet you to try to compensate you for your loss. You agreed to meet him and snapped. Slipped him a new designer drug and watched him die."

Sabrina laughed. "You got an evidence to support that? I think if you did, I would be sitting her in handcuffs instead of being invited to come in to talk." She stood up, pulling the strap of her purse over her shoulder. "I think I'll leave now since you have nothing to hold me."

Flack looked after her, knowing that he had just lost the battle of wits. Shaking his head, he watched as she left the room, knowing that she had killed him, but had no evidence to support that. He closed his eyes, upset that some one was going to get away with murder.

AN: Wow. That was an awesome response to the last chapter! I'm giddy with happiness! Anyway, don't shoot me because they didn't catch the bad guy (or gal) this time. I'm trying to make this realistic and sometime murders go free! If y'all want, take a stroll and head over to my new Adam fic called The Lure of Chocolate. It is based in this universe since I'm using Cory, but she will be a fairly minor character. I think it's time that I gave Adam some love!

katydid13 - Woot! I love new reviewers!! Thanks! You were my first review for that chapter! (:p)

CSI junkie - I'm glad I peaked your curiosity! I think the outcome of the raid will surprise you a bit, but I'll give you a hint...As Mac says, "Everything is connected." (:p)

Maddy - I'm excited about the sequel. I predict some nightmarish visons for Cory ahead. It does all come together, but I'll warn you that the final chapter of this one, my leave you wanting. I sent it to my best friend and she called me and was like, "You can't end it there!" I pointed out that the main story arc for this story was resolved and it was best to move on to the sequel. The good news for y'all is that since I should have at least the first chapter written by the time I post the final chapter of this, you won't have to wait!

Aphina - I figured you read it, got busy and forgot! No worries! I think part of that is because right now she's really burying her feelings by focusing on work. That can be good and bad, as you well know! I'm writing another chap to PP, I sent you a prelim to see what you thing and I'm going to work on TLOC this week to, as well as try to start the sequel! Eeks! I'm busy! Glad work has slowed down!!

Soccer-Bitch - Thanks and no worries! RL can be rough sometimes! Is your bro just moving in until they move and how old is your nephew? I have three nieces ages 16, 9 and 8. They are a handful!!