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**WARNING: STRONG SEXUAL CONTENT AND LANGUAGE! You Are Warned**

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SEQUEL TO: "Legacy Of Madness"

Shutting off the bike, Tim gazed at the apartment building, preparing himself for what lain ahead. After extra hours at the lab putting two and two together, he and Calleigh had finally called it quits and now, he faced coming home to an irate girlfriend and an upset daughter. Taking a glance at his watch, he sighed and started for the door, sure that by now, Emma was in bed, having missed an entire evening with her. These instances were becoming too regular for him and he could sense the distress this was causing on both Chastity and Emma and he couldn't stand it. Both of them were his life now, and he couldn't function if he'd lost either one of them. That was something he wasn't willing to stand for.

Taking the elevator to his floor, he walked the corridor and came to the door, listening for any ambient sounds. Hearing nothing, he placed the key in the lock and turned, opening the door to darkness. Surprised, he arched his brow; he would've thought that Chastity would've been watching television or even listening to music. Closing the door, he tossed his keys on the table, the sound of them skittering over the surface causing him to wince. The definitive silence spoke volumes and he wanted to do as less as possible to disrupt it.

Stopping first in the kitchen, he switched the light on and found a post it note on the microwave. Taking it in hand, he read over it quickly and then started the microwave, smiling lightly to himself. Even if he was in the dog house, she still treated him better than he could ever imagine.

When the plate finished, he turned to go to the table but was startled by Chastity standing quietly with her arms crossed and leaning lackadaisically on the door jamb. His smile crested and the waned at the expression on her face, realizing that she wasn't happy in the least bit.

"Chastity…ah…thanks for saving me some. I tried to get out as quick as I could," he offered as he stood awkwardly. The sudden feeling of shyness over came him and he shook his head, "I'm sorry, Chastity. It's not like I planned this."

Pursing her lips, Chastity remained where she was and kept her voice low so not to wake up Emma, "Seems like nothing can ever be planned around here with you."

Taking a seat, Tim shook his head, "I have a job to do, Chastity and I'm going to do it. I don't want to lose you to this, because I think we have something that's far better than I've ever had before. I just need you to understand that I'm not predictable, never have been, never will be."

"Yeah, well you need to understand I need someone that's gonna be there when I need them to be. Just like your daughter needs you here too," she replied as she pushed off the doorjamb and headed back to the living room. Collecting her purse and keys, she slipped it onto her shoulder, "I'm leaving."

Getting up, Tim met her in the hall and put his hands out to stop her, "Chastity, wait! Just…give me a second here." Seeing that she wasn't going to move, he ran a hand through his hair and sighed, "Look, my job sucks, okay? I'm the first one to admit it, but it's putting food on the table and I'm able to provide for Emma. I don't want this to come between us. I want something more with you, Chastity."

Crossing her arms over her chest, Chastity shifted her weight, "You want more with me? That's funny 'cause your never here for us to move on, Tim…and when you are your in your office working or so dead tired you fall asleep while you're eating."

"Chastity, I don't want to lose you. I want you to stay with me," Tim said as he stepped closer to her. He was trying, but he could see that she wasn't receptive. Reaching for her, he caressed her cheek, "I'll do what I can about work, but I can't promise anything, Chastity. I want you to stay with me. Please say you'll stay."

Staring into his brown eyes, Chastity took in a deep breath and shook her head, "Then something has to change, Tim…cause I can't keep going like this. And it's not fair to Emma either."

Tim nodded, "I know, more than anything, I know that. Emma's not happy and I have to change that. I have to be here for her…and for you." Pulling her closer, he took her into his arms and held her, "I'm sorry, Chastity. More than anything, I want this to work."

Letting him hold her, Chastity released a breath and slowly, her arms went around him. Closing her eyes, she whispered, "I want this to work to, Tim." Biting her lip, she pulled back some and looked up at him, "You're the first really descent guy I've dated."

"And you get me more than anyone." Running his hand through her hair, he smirked, "How about this…How about you never leave?"

Crinkling her brow, Chastity shook her head slightly, "Wh-What do you mean, Tim? You…you want me to stay here…with you and Emma?"

"That's exactly what I'm saying. I want you to move in with me and Emma." He smiled and leaned in to her whispering into her ear, "You know, I love you. I want you to stick around."

His statement caused Chastity's heart rate to speed up. A small smile formed and she batted his arm lightly, "I love you too…and why do you always know when to say the right things?"

"It's an innate thing I have," Tim answered with a soft chuckle. He smiled and nuzzled her gently, closing his eyes at the pleasure that her scent caused him. He had fallen hard for her, and he was ready to show her. Continuing to nuzzle her neck, he asked, "So…when do we go and get your stuff?"

Chuckling some as she held tight to him, Chastity ran the fingers of one hand through his hair, "What about your next day off? Or is that too far away?"

Thinking, he frowned, "Way too far away. But it's the only way. I would like for you to grab some things and stay for the time being. Tomorrow would be excellent." Leaning to kiss her, he then embraced her tightly, "Besides Emma, you're the one good thing that's happened to me. I have to have you in my life."

Hugging him, Chastity whispered, "You and Emma are both the best thing that's ever happened to me."

"Well, let's make it official then. Stay tonight?" He pulled away and smiled as he moved a lock of hair from her eyes, "I'll make it worth your while."

A small smile formed as Chastity adjusted the collar on his shirt, "And just how do you plan on doing that?"

"I think I can think of a few things. One of which is getting you to my room, oh wait," he said with raised eyebrows, "our room."

Biting her lip, Chastity's eyes met his and she asked, "Are you sure you want to take that step, Tim? I mean, we've never…"

"I know, but I am ready for this." Taking her hand, he started from the kitchen and down the hall, leading to the bedroom. Glancing at Emma's door, he gestured, "Is she knocked out?"

"Yeah, she is…but I promised her that you'd at least give her a good night kiss when you got in, so you might want to do that," Chastity replied softly so not to disturb Emma.

Kissing her quickly, he left her embrace and smirked, "Don't go anywhere, I'll be right back, okay?" Seeing her nod, Tim went to Emma's door and opened it quietly, looking in on her sleeping form. Emerging entirely into her room, he crossed to her bed, kneeling to kiss her gently on top of her head, whispering lightly, "I love you, baby. Goodnight." Lingering, he watched her breathing and smiled warmly, knowing he was going to have to change.

Coming back out, he saw Chastity waiting patiently and smiled more, closing Emma's door gently. Crossing the hall, he could feel his heart beating in his chest and nodded, "She's officially been kissed goodnight."

"Good. Now all you have is one left to go," Chastity whispered with a smirk. Holding out her hand to him, she shrugged, "Care to do the honors?"

"With pleasure," Tim answered as he took her hand. Pulling her close, he bent to take her lips, whispering, "Although, I hope that you'll allow more than just a kiss." Completing the journey, his lips caressed hers and he grasped her closer to him.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, Chastity's eyes closed as there lips met. It wasn't long before his tongue ran over her lips, seeking permission to enter. Parting them, her tongue met his as they began to explore each others mouths and a soft moan of pleasure came from Chastity.

The moan sent tremors down Tim's spine and he pushed her gently against the door, reaching blindly for the door knob to gain entrance. When the door opened, they spilled into the room and parted. A sudden frenzy hit and he found himself propelled against the door, her hands coursing over him. His hands were not idle, he went for the hem of her shirt and pulled at it, signaling what he wanted. Her lips took his hard and he could feel her need and reciprocated it, his own need growing.

Breaking the kiss only to allow him to take off her shirt, her lips then went back to his as her own hands worked the buttons down his shirt. Getting it open, her hands moved up his flat stomach to his chest, his chest hair tickling her fingers, and moving up to his shoulders and pushing his shirt off them and down his arms. Her body pressed against his and as the need for air became too great, she broke the kiss and breathed heavily, "We have to be quiet…Emma…"

"Yes…quiet," he managed before his lips crashed against hers. His arms wrapped around her and found her bra, trying desperately to unhook it. Becoming frustrated, he pulled at the material roughly, hearing it snap. Peeling it off, he flung it behind her without breaking the kiss and set to work on her jeans. Pushing her closer to the bed, he finally got her jeans unhooked, smiling as he broke the kiss, "We'll be quiet as a mouse."

Smiling, her own hands were at work on his belt and then the button of his jeans. Chastity had been waiting for the moment for a long time and now that it had arrived, she wasn't about to let anything stop them. Taking the zipper of his jeans down, she began to wiggle her hips as his hands began to push her tight jeans down her slender form.

Tim couldn't get her out of her jeans quick enough. Reluctant to break her kiss, he parted from her and arched his brows at the wicked pair of black laced panties, chuckling, "Why do I get the feeling that you have a lot of this in your drawers?" His fingers skimmed down the sides and hooked them, bringing them down slowly. "Unfortunately, they're going to have to go."

Smirking, Chastity watched as he did so and then stepped out of them, "Wait 'til you see the thongs I have also."

Licking his lips, he nodded, "You're definitely going to have to bring those along too." Tossing the panties away, he lowered her onto the bed and then stripped himself of his jeans, taking his time to inch up her body. Tracing his fingertips over her skin, he smiled as he lowered his lips, giving her tiny kisses as he trekked upward. He parted her legs and was treated to the aroma of desire and staved himself from attacking her full on. He wanted to relish this as much as he could.

Watching him, Chastity pushed up onto her elbows to see him better and bite her lip as he kissed his way over her skin. Reaching with one hand, she ran her fingers through his curls and whispered, "I'm all ready for you, Tim."

Her hand lured him closer and he smiled as he traced her inner thigh with his tongue. Coming closer to her sex, he glanced over it and traced down her thigh just as he parted her lips with his free hand. Exploring he found her wet and used it to circle her now hardening clit, catching the throaty moan she released. The sound enticed him more and he circled harder, hungering for a taste of her.

Laying back down onto the bed, Chastity's back arched up off the bed and her hands grasped at the comforter. Biting her lip to remain quiet as possible, she then moved her feet up and let her legs fall open more, giving him more access to her. Loosing herself in his touch, she writhed under him, seeking more contact.

The sound of her pleasure hit his ear and he could no longer hold his control, dipping his tongue between her folds. At one taste of her, he was instantly addicted, dipping into her further. The more he took of her, the more he wanted, his own arousal building with ease. His brow furrowed as her essence began to flow and he could feel her fingers weaving through his hair, pulling at intervals.

Gasping in pleasure, Chastity's thigh's closed around his head, only to have him push them back open. Licking her lips, she moaned softly as his tongue lapped at her and then she arched her hips when his tongue flicked at her clit. Her breathing increased, her chest rising and falling with each breath. Trying to be quiet, she moaned softly, "Tim…oh yes, Tim…right there…"

Delving deeper, Tim released his hold on her thighs and reached up to the valley of her breasts, moving over one and squeezing. Under his touch, her nipple began to harden and he pulled at it as he lapped furiously, hearing her moans become louder. Pleasurable sounds filled the air and he groaned as her body lifted off of the bed, her ecstasy apparent.

Letting herself go, Chastity felt as her orgasm neared and her hips began to buck, rubbing her sex against his mouth. The added sensation's from his scruff was enough to send her over the edge and she bite back a cry of pleasure, her body trembling at the force of her orgasm. Her moans filled the room and she was at his mercy as his tongue continued to work it's wonders.

Despite her release, Tim continued, pushing her further. He wanted her to experience the paramount of pleasure but didn't want her to overdo it. Slowly pulling himself away from her, he covered her with his body and kissed his way up, taking his time to admonish her breasts, taking each nipple into his mouth and manipulating them. Making his way up to her neck, he nuzzled her before coming to her lips and kissing her softly. He thrust his hips against her and groaned, his own arousal now at the point of no return.

Wrapping her long slender legs around his waist, Chastity pulled him closer to her, wanting to feel his cock inside her body. Pushing up her hips up to him, there tongue's danced around each other, tasting and mapping out each others mouths. Her hands roam over his back and shoulders, keeping him close to her and when they broke the kiss she whispered, "Take me, Tim…I need you…"

Breathing heavily, Tim positioned himself at her entrance and slid in easily, seating himself in her completely. Whispering as he began to stroke into her smoothly, Tim closed his eyes, "Say it again…"

"Take me…" she moaned softly as he filled her. Pushing up and meeting him with each stroke into her willing body, she raked her long nails down his back. When he hissed, she smiled and using her legs, pulled him into her more, "Does someone like that?"

"Yes," he answered lucidly, as he continued his slow manipulation of her body. On each stroke, she met his and he felt himself go deeper. Breathing heavily, he whispered, "Do it again, baby."

Running her nails once again down his back, she pulled him to her again when he arched his back and moaned as he hit her spot. With her inner muscles, she contracted around his cock, tightening her hold on him and brought her hands around to his chest. Running them through his chest hair, she came to his budded nipples and gently pinched both as she once again clenched her muscles around him.

The pleasure that she infused within him coursed through him and he lifted her up, pulling her closer to him. He continued to move through her, increasing his depth as he attacked her neck feverishly. Nipping and biting at her skin, he could feel her hands all over his body, the feeling like none other. Panting heavily, he took her skin in between his lips and sucked hard, furrowing his brow with the effort. He'd never felt anything like this with anyone, and he didn't want it to end. "Chastity…" he breathed out as he increased his pace, "feels so good."

With the new position, Chastity lulled her head back, giving him her neck as she began to work her hips more. Dipping them, she then rolled her hips, her clit grinding against him and sending waves of pleasure through her. Slowly lifting her head, her voice carried a lustful tone, "Tim…make me cum again…"

Hearing her request, Tim growled and thrust harder before lying her back down and lifting her leg. Holding it against his shoulder, he thrust deeper, watching as she lost herself completely. He arched his back and began to pound into her in earnest, striving to bring her to cum.

Moaning with every thrust, Chastity's eyes closed as she pushed her head back into the mattress, lost in ecstasy. Reaching down with one hand, her fingers went to her clit, circling the hardened nub and pushing herself further to the edge. Her breathing hitched, and suddenly her body arched up off the bed as her orgasm tore through her body.

Almost simultaneously, Tim felt his own release barreling through, the friction that her muscled walls provided, driving him crazy. An endless stream of his seed flowed into her until he was spent and he easily let her leg down, hovering over her, his chest heaving from the exertion. Both of them had a thin sheen of sweat on their bodies making the minute movements overwhelming to his senses. Bending, he whispered, "Are you okay?"

Trying to catch her breath, a smile formed and Chastity smiled as her eyes open and purred, "Mmm, I'm more then okay…" Swallowing, she looked into his eyes and her hand came up, cupping the side of his face, "I'm wonderful now…thanks to you."

"I concur," Tim chuckled lightly as he took her hand. Kissing it, he continued to stare at her, feeling the amazing warmth that now bloomed through him. He smirked as he moved slightly, pulling a sensual purr out of her, hissing himself, "I could get used to this…very easily."

Smiling more, Chastity whispered, "Then maybe we should make it a habit of ours."

"Yes, I agree. Daily is what I prescribe," he answered as he moved more. Her body responded to him with ease and he smirked as his hands drifted to her chest, "I don't want to leave your body, Chastity…"

"You don't have to. I'm all yours, Tim…so is my body," she whispered as she gazed up at him.

"Good," he replied, stroking her again. His body awakened and he grinned, "Feel like round two?"

Chuckling some, Chastity slipped her arms around his neck, "Round two for you, love…you need to catch up with me."

Arching his brow, he nodded, "So I do. How about we catch me up?"

"I've got all night, babe…lead the way," she purred as she pulled him down into a heated kiss.

The kiss stirred him even further and he smiled through it, thrusting harder. As she gasped, Tim trailed his kisses down to her neck and settled into a rhythm, feeling the heat rise between them. Now that he had her, he wasn't going to let her go.

After spending almost two hours at the courthouse, Frank had finally been able to get a judge to sign off on the search warrant for Josh Fuller's boat. Contacting Tim, they had agreed to meet at the marina along with Walter and back-up officers. Pulling into the parking lot, he spotted the Hummer easily and pulled in next to it.

Getting out with the search warrant in hand, Frank held it up as Tim approached, "Okay, cowboy, time to rock 'n' roll. Do we know if this guy is armed or anything?"

Taking a glance at the marina and sighed, "I have no idea, but we need to go in as if he is." Taking the warrant, Tim questioned, "Is this all inclusive?"

"Everything including the toilet," Frank smirked as he drew his weapon and nodded to the other officers. "Ready?"

"As much as I'm able," Tim answered as they proceeded. Surrounding the boat, Tim began to then climb aboard, followed by Frank and a few more officers. Getting to the surface of the boat, Tim called out, "Miami Dade police department, Josh. Come on out."

Hearing voice's from outside, Josh rubbed his sleep laden eyes and slowly got up off his cot. Yawning as he then scratched his head, he called out, "W-What's going on? I'm coming out."

Watching as the young man emerged, Tim sighed and then shook his head, "We have a warrant to search this vessel, you'll have to depart so we can execute that warrant." Showing him the warrant, Tim then took it away, "Go with these officers until we're done."

"Wait now…I want my lawyer here then. And why the hell are you wanting to look around my boat? I haven't done anything," Josh said, he voice having a slight edge to it.

"There is no need for that…not yet anyway. I just need you to leave so we can take a look around, Mr. Fuller." Tim then added, "For your information, there's reason to believe that you had something to do with the middle school bombings. We're just here to make sure of that."

Crinkling his brow, Josh placed his hands onto his hips and looked at Tim with a confused looked, "What? You're kidding me, right? My step-mom and sister were killed in that. Why would I have anything to do with it?"

"All the same," Tim said as his eyes met Tripp's, "we still have a job to do. So go with these officers and allow us to search the vessel.

Releasing a tuff of air, Josh walked off shaking his head, "Fine." Watching as Josh left down the ladder with two of the officers, Frank looked back at Tim and raised a brow, "Something about that seem hinky to you?"

"Yeah, he was lying through his teeth. C'mon, let's get started," Tim said as he pulled out his Mag- Lite. Starting in one area, he called out, "Did you know this guy's father was worth more than the richest guy in Miami? He passed away two years ago, leaving the step mother and step daughter everything. Fuller was in Iraq at the time, transferring to Afghanistan. He got into some trouble and was sent home… Dishonorable discharge."

Looking around the bow, Frank sighed and shook his head, "And now he's under suspicion of murder, destruction of property and possibly being plan stupid." Coming to a tarp, Frank lifted it back and raised a brow, "We got about eight can's of what smell's like gas over here."

"Considering he lives on a boat, I'm going to venture to say that it's fuel for it…but we can't be too sure. I'll take that to the lab and test it." Coming to a table, Tim smiled and then shook his head, "Frank, how many ways can you say jackpot?"

Dropping the tarp back, Frank headed back to where Tim was and let out a low whistle as his eyes scanned over the items. Shaking his head, he pointed, "Look's like we might have found our bomber."

"Looks like it." Tim sighed heavily and shook his head, "I'll get this stuff bagged and tagged and back to the lab. Meanwhile, let's get junior here to the station. I'd like to ask him a few questions."

"You and me both." Looking out, Frank smirked, "Look's like Walter's here. I'll point him in your direction."

"That's greatly appreciated, Frank." Watching for a second he then retained his attention back to the table and sighed. Everything that they had been looking for was on this table and now, for the first time, they had a running start. Glancing up, he saw Walter approach and smirked, "Two guesses as to what these are and what it means."

Coming up the ladder, Walter walked over to where Tim was standing and a smile formed, "Oh, looks like we've found some matching evidence to that school bombing." Looking back towards the patrol car to see them putting a young man in, he nodded towards them, "And I take it that's the guy we've been looking for?"

"It is. Now we have some questions that need to be answered. But first, we need to be sure we know what we're talking about." Stepping away from the table, he pulled his phone and began to dial, "I'm going to get an expert's opinion."

Smirking, Walter set down his kit and pulled out some gloves, "Hopefully H won't be busy…or gettin' busy." Chuckling some, he saw Tim expression and bit back a laugh, "Sorry."

Tim shook his head and waited for him to pick up, glancing over the table. When he picked up, Tim quirked his brow at his tone and smirked, "H…uh …are you busy?"

Looking down at Calleigh as she laid next to him with her nude body wrapped around his, Horatio raised a brow and licked his lips, "Well, uh…not at this moment. What do you need, Speed?"

Scratching his temple, Tim turned to see Walter bagging the evidence and cleared his throat, "I'm executing a search warrant at Josh Fuller's boat and I found some questionable items. I was wondering if you'd be able to come by the lab and take a look at what we've found." Smiling some, he chuckled, "That is…if you're not too busy."

Glancing to the clock and seeing it was almost ten, Horatio sighed, "When do you need me there, Speed?"

"Two hours. We have to process the evidence, two hours should be suffice." Tim then started back toward Walter and glanced at his watch, "Can you make it?"

"Uh, yeah. I'll be there, Speed." Feeling Calleigh stir, Horatio looked down at her again as her hand moved to his cock, covering it, "Uh, Speed…I gotta go."

"Alright, see you in about two hours," Tim answered as he laughed slightly. Hanging up, he glanced to Walter who smirked and shook his head, "Don't start. He'll be at the lab in about two hours."

Bagging another timing device, Walter snickered, "I'm not worried about H…but you'd better be worried about Calleigh."

"Why should I be worried about Calleigh?"

"Taking her man on her day off…I'd be worried," Walter said as he sealed the envelope and began to write on it. "You know how she is."

Tim smirked and reached for a pair of gloves, snapping them on, "It's not like it's going to take hours. He's only going to identify some key components and then he can leave. I'm sure Calleigh's going to be okay with that." His thoughts briefly turned to Chastity and sighed, "But I can understand where she's coming from."

Snapping a photo of another piece of evidence, Walter set the camera aside, "Yeah? You seem to be in better spirits today. Is it the case…or the lady in your life?"

Glancing to Walter he then returned to his work, "A little bit of both. But let's just say that my personal life is off limits. I'm just going to say that I'm happy and leave it at that." Bagging more evidence, he smiled and then shook it off, "We need to focus on the case."

Chuckling some, Walter nodded and got back to work, knowing not to push Tim. Taking in a deep breath, he reached for the camera again, snapping more photo's and hoping beyond hope that they could finally bring closure to the case and to all the families involved.

Entering into the interrogation room, Tim flipped the file closed and then closed the door behind him, glancing to the uniform that was standing positioned behind Fuller. The silence of the room was somewhat disarming, but Tim pushed through it and cleared his throat as he placed the file down in front of Fuller and then sat, his eyes centering on him. In front of him sat Fuller whose gaze was distant, as if not acknowledging that someone was in the room with him. For long moments, Tim studied him and came to realize that the cold evasiveness suited the atrocity that Fuller was now accused of. There was no feeling in his gaze, no perception of life. There was nothing.

Scratching at his temple, Tim leaned forward and cleared his throat again, noticing that this didn't get his attention. His brow furrowed and he frowned as Tripp entered and stood. Now that the scene was set, Tim was ready for answers.

"Josh, we know that you did this. You blew up the middle school and caused countless deaths and injuries." Opening the file, Tim pushed it in front of him and pointed, "This was what we found on the boat, military grade wiring, radios and…explosives." Silence impeded upon them and he shook his head, "Why the school, Josh? Why kill innocent people just to have your revenge?"

Slowly lifting his eyes to Tim, Josh's brow crinkled and he leaned forward, his hands resting on the table, "Why does society look down on a person if they are different? If there sexual preferences aren't like they are in the bible they're called freaks or fags and sometimes if the person is handicap they're referred to as retards. They're no different for anyone else…in my opinion, they're better then those egotistical backstabbers that are supposed to be there for those that are different."

Tim could hear the depth of his pain and sighed, realizing that he was nothing more than misunderstood. That, however, was not enough to justify murdering innocent people. Glancing to Tripp, Tim sighed, "Society's a big hypocrite, I know, I understand that, but it didn't give you the right to take lives, Josh. You've killed innocent people – people who hadn't degraded you or didn't accept you. Families lost children, mother's lost daughters, husband's lost wives…Father's lost sons and daughters…"

Tim paused for a second, the thought of Emma running through his mind and sighed heavily, "Despite what you went through, it wasn't enough, Josh. It wasn't enough to take lives."

Lowering his eyes back to the photo's, Josh shook his head barely and pursed his lips before speaking, "At least they won't be looking down on the different people anymore."

"And you'll have plenty of time to think about all the other lives that were severed." Looking away, Tim ordered, "Stand up, Josh."

Breathing out heavily, Josh pushed back from the table and stood up. When the officer took his wrists and brought them behind him, he nodded to Tim, "Who ratted me out? Kyle Harmon?"

Standing, Tim shook his head, "It doesn't matter. What matters is now the families can have closure." Directing his command to the uniform, Tim grumbled, "Get him out of here."

Watching as the uniform cuffed and then lead Josh out, Frank turned to Tim and raised a brow, "Not one bit of remorse for what he did."

"And that's what's scary about him. He doesn't believe that he did anything wrong. In his eyes, he was giving them their just rewards for offending him. He's a murderer, plain and simple." Shaking his head he sighed, "Makes me scared for Emma, the kind of world she's growing up in."

Looking to Tim, Frank rubbed the back of his neck and sighed, "I know that feeling all too well. But, at least we've just made it a little safer for them."

"Yeah…" A small smile came and Tim sighed, "Good job, Tripp."

Smiling some, Frank headed towards the door, "You too, Speed." Opening the door and looking back at him, Frank nodded to him, "Tell H good job too for me. Without him and his help, we might not have been able to nail Fuller."

Tim nodded as they left the interrogation room, "I'll do that. I'm sure he'll be happy to know his hard work paid off." Walking toward the exit, Tim called out, "Thanks again, Tripp."

Waving back to him, Frank headed towards booking to make sure everything was handled properly and Josh would be sent to county lock-up until his trial.