It was week after the incident on Duke's boat. Callie was hurting, there was no denying that. Her hands were all kinds of messed up, ribs hurt like a son of a bitch and she was felt like she was bruised from head to toe. Her face still looked like it had been used for a punching bag, and that was a true statement if she ever heard one, but most of the swelling had gone down. She had required stitches alone hair line of he head and in various places on her hands but she figured that was an acceptable loss compared to what could have happened.

Callie moved slow, when she had to and preferred not to as it made her resemble a 90 year old woman. Her scans were clean, and she was released from the hospital after two nights of observation. Which she was less then happy about.

Duke had forced her to the emergency room, practically waving a gun in her face once they were tied in the harbour. He told her one the way to the hospital, driving fairly erratically in her opinion that he had cut a deal with their three friends.

Crocker had dropped them off at an inlet 40 miles out from Haven. With no medical supplies beside the bare minimum and with the warning that he would kill them if he saw them again.

Callie didn't think he appreciated her telling him he was a fucking idiot and he should have been man enough to put two bullets in their heads, weighed the bodies down in the ocean and been done with it.

And if he didn't have the balls to do it himself, he should have woken her up and she would have done it.

His reply was for her to 'shut up and not die.'

Callie was wondering why the hell she was still here, especially when FBI Audrey Parker had started making drop bys to the boat every other day.

Today was one of those days, in fact.

Sure to true form, Parker had come bearing the identity that Callie had been floating around town, on her first visit to the North Star. She also drop a few hints that she had run Callie's false name through the system and had come up with nothing.

Good to see she had spent her money well in New Mexico.

Callie sat in the old fold up chair on the deck of the boat, her feet propped up on an old wooden box she had found somewhere on the deck and was in the middle of a novel when Audrey stopped in front the boat of the wooden dock. She was bundled up with a thick wool sweater she had picked up last year from a second hand store in Portland. Long dark jeans with a ripped knee sat low on her hips and she wore her favourite green hat on her head, keeping her dark brown hair from flying every which way in the New England wind.

She had seen Audrey, also bundled up to the nines, walking down the dock in her direction and had debated heading back inside to avoid her, but she thought Audrey would take that as a invitation to come aboard the boat.

"Little crisp for a morning read, isn't it?" Audrey asked, looking down at the big, stretched out dog, and the brunette set on ignoring her. She took a good look at Callie's face, checking out how the healing was going on the only visible part of her body. It was coming along better then she expected it too.

"For some yes." Callie turned the page with a bandaged hand, and took a drink from her tea with the other as she balanced the book on her knee's. "Should I even ask why you are here, or are you expecting a invite for cookie and tea?"

"Do you have cookies?" Audrey raised an eyebrow. The brunette in front of her reminded her of Duke in so many ways, rough around the outside, weary of the law and had that smart ass quirk down pat. But she wore Duke down, mostly and she would do the same to this girl if need be.

Audrey didn't like secrets, she had to many in her life for someone else's and nobodies record is that clean.

" I have dog biscuits if your interested. Lots of protein in them." Callie gave Audrey a smug smile as Max's ears perked up at the word biscuits. Callie looked from the agent to Max. " Not on your life, buddy. I'm still mad at you."

Audrey gave Callie a brief fuck you smile before chewing on her bottom lip before replying. " I know something happened on Duke's boat the other night, during the storm."

"Do you now?" Callie held the cup to her lips and took another drink. The hot liquid warmed her throat as is ran down. The ginger and honey help the soreness she felt. A lot had happened on that boat, but Audrey knew none of that. Duke made sure of that, and Callie wondered if Parker was just discovered that the Crook's Code was a little thicker then her friendship with Crocker.

"I'm not here to play games. I just want the truth." the blonde glared down at her. She was loosing what little patience she had with this girl. Duke could spin that story he told her and Nathan out of gold and it would be no less the truth as half the stories he had told her in the past. Duke didn't tell the truth, he wasn't capable. The closet you got with Duke Crocker to the truth was a half truth half lie. It was just his nature as it was in hers to push, prod, and pick at something till it was the truth and nothing but.

The boat rocked, and rolled with light waves hitting it metal side. The wind was light compared to the winter storm that had rolled in days earlier. The sun was out, and it would have been peaceful day to spend outside reading if a certain blonde bombshell of cop would get hint and piss off.

"I'm fairly certain that Crocker did indeed fill you in while I was getting stitched up in the hospital about what happened the night of the storm. And if memory severs me right, and it usual does I do believe I gave my statement to your lovely partner Detective Wournos. I'm sure he passed that along to you." Callie replied smiling at the expression on Audrey's face. It did make her crisp morning slightly bright by putting that annoyed look on the blonde cop's face.

She was her father's daughter after all.

"I think there's more to tell, then mistimed joy ride on the rough sea's. I doubt that Duke's windshield was trashed like that from wind and water." Audrey told her, using the voice Duke least liked; her cop voice. The only one she seemed to have. " We both know this would be better for you if you just cooperated with me."

" See, now this is what makes me dislike cops." Callie put her half finished mug down on the turned over empty crate she used as a table, saved her page in the book, and stood up. " Don't come up, all at me with you high and mighty bullshit Parker. I'm not buying. I'm not interested. And I really don't fucking care about your little quest for truth and justice. I gave my statement to your partner like I said before, if you find any discrepancies between my version of events and Crocker's bring me down to the station. In till then, stop the little visit's, we're not old friends and your really not my type."

Audrey had to give it to the petite brunette. She had balls, pretty big ones and mouth to go along with it. " Not your type for what exactly."

"To date. To fuck, friends with benefits whatever you keep coming down here for." Callie snapped her fingers, and Max rose to his feet. He cased Audrey a look, and sulked his way into the hallway that lead down to the gallery of the boat. " Clearly you daily visits down are for a reason."

"Your not my type for that either, Callie." Audrey could not believe what had just come out of that girls mouth. She watched Callie's face with a keen interest when she said the name Duke kept calling his intriguing neighbour." But what I am curious is why Duke calls you Callie and MacAlister knows you as Isla Ferguson?"

Callie was going to break Duke Crocker's face in when she saw him next. This was all his fault and he damn well knew what he was he about when he stopped round her place after she left the hospital. " Family nickname, although I don't see how that's much interested to you, Parker."

"There's a lot about you that interested me." Audrey told her, looking down at her again. She didn't catch her own double meaning till it was to late.

"Funny, your not the first one to deny being attracted to me, but my previous statement stands. Your not my type." With that Callie left the FBI agent standing with her mouth open in protest to her comment and went below deck.

Duke almost choked on the mouthful chai latte he had in his mouth. He had just taken a drink out of one of the two paper cups he had in his hand when he had heard the last five minutes of the conversation between Audrey and Callie. The wind had carried most of it down the dock, and he could not believe what he was hearing.

"Audrey, are you hitting on Callie?" Duke asked his preferred law enforcement agent with a sly grin on his face.

Audrey turned to face him, with a scowl that could have rival Nathan's any day. " No, I wasn't. I was having an incredible frustrating conversation with your new friend, about your little joy ride a few days ago."

"Can I watch next time you hit on Callie?" Duke asked as he purposely avoiding making a comment about his 'little joy ride'. Audrey had taken a habit of using her rather regular nightly visits to the Gull to re question him about that nights events.

"I wasn't hitting on her." Audrey repeated again. "Are one of those coffee's for me?"

Duke, took another sip of the hot heaven in a cup and gave a small sad smile at Audrey. " If I had known you were down here, indecently proposing to my neighbour I would have brought you one. The other one is for you would be girlfriend."

"Then I guess I can use this opportunity to ask you some questions on how your glass became broken on your boat." Audrey moved to block his access to the boat.

"In that case, hope you like earl grey tea with honey." Duke thrust the cup into Audrey's hand as he step around her and onto the North Star. He tossed over his shoulder before he disappeared down below the deck. " See you around Audge."

Audrey watched her crooked friend leave the deck and wondered for a moment if Duke hadn't found a friend, more devious then he.