Uncle Roy was right on time at 9am. Matt and C.J. were dressed and ready to head out and Chris was still asleep in her room.

As they drove in they passed by a car dealership and Matt asked, "So, since we need to replace your car, any ideas on what you want?" He had noticed she seemed lost in thought almost the entire way in and needed to be distracted.

C.J. looked at another dealership as they drove by it and answered, "I really hadn't thought about it."

Matt looked back at her, "Well, you could take a look at the fleet I have at the office and just pick one of those. We are married now, so what's mine is yours. Or we could get you something new."

C.J. smiled for a second, "What about your truck?" Yes, Matt had a fleet of sports cars, but he always held a soft spot for Bessie, his pick-up. Since he had sold his ranch and moved into the beach house, Bessie just sat in the garage. It wasn't fancy or sexy and certainly wouldn't help him pick up women so it had gathered dust for the last couple of years.

Matt looked puzzled, "Bessie? You want Bessie? C.J. I was thinking you might want the Porsche or the BMW, why do you want that old truck? Daddy bought me that when I was 16."

C.J. looked down for a second, "Because it reminds me of when we first moved here and all those memories from when we grew up together in Texas."

Matt smiled and remembered something, "Yea she does, doesn't she. You know, I remember getting caught in that rainstorm down in the gulley. Only time old Bessie let me down and we got stuck in the mud."

C.J. laughed, "I remember you getting out, in the pouring rain, trying in vain to push her out of that puddle, while I pushed on the gas pedal. We were so sure your Daddy was going to tan our hides when he found out."

Matt laughed, "As I recall, you stayed perfectly dry in the cab and I slipped I don't know how many times in that puddle."

C.J. smiled at him and said, "Well, if you remember everything, I didn't stay all that dry for all that long. Someone pulled me out in the rain too when he caught me laughing at him."

Matt smiled back and took her hand, "Yes, yes I did, and if you remember everything you got a little muddy too when we both slipped and fell and I landed on top of you."

C.J. squeezed his hand and said, "You know you didn't get up right away either."

Matt nodded, "I know, a part of me didn't want to. If I had done what I wanted to that day…well, let's just say we both would have gotten grounded for a really long time. We were only 17 at the time."

C.J. smiled, "If I would have done what I wanted that day, we would definitely have gotten grounded."

They walked into the police station holding hands and as they approached the interrogation room Matt held her back for a second. "So how are you going to talk to Ricardo if he doesn't speak English?"

C.J. answered, "I have an interpreter. So, you really don't have to worry about me being alone with Ricardo, ok?"

Matt took a breath and asked, "So what's this interpreter's name?"

C.J. looked and could still see a hint of worry on his face and answered, "Guillermo, its William in English, so it's a guy."

Matt looked relieved and gave her one more brief kiss before releasing her hand and telling her he was going to find Hoyt and see if he had any news.

They brought Ricardo right past them in cuffs and Matt made sure to look him up and down before he let his wife go in and then left when the Guillermo arrived.

C.J. opened up her briefcase and looked over her questions. She introduced herself to him and told the interpreter to explain that Bob Flanders had been in a car accident and she was now taking over the case. Ricardo suddenly appeared agitated.

"No, no, no, el abogado, no puedo tener otro abogado…" Ricardo said, his hands running through his hair looking as though he was about to flee.

Guillermo translated, "No, no, the lawyer, I can't have another lawyer."

C.J. took a deep breath and told Guillermo, "Tell him I can represent him, I'm a good lawyer and Bob and I are friends. He can trust me."

Guillermo translated, "Ella es buena abogada. Senor Flanders y ella son buenos amigos. Ella dice que usted puede confiar en ella."

Ricardo seemed to calm down but was still on edge so C.J. continued with the questions. After translating the questions he answered almost every time with "No se." Guillermo would repeat over and over, "I don't know."

C.J. ran her hand through her hair the last time, just after she asked how the vile with clonazepam had his prints on it and said, "I know, I know, he doesn't know." She then thought for a second and decided on a new tactic and asked, "Do you like your job?"

Guillermo asked, "Te gusta tu trabajo?"

Ricardo answered, "Es no mal, el trabajo es duro pero no demasiado malo."

Guillermo translated, "It's not bad, its hard but not too bad."

C.J. then asked, "What about your boss, what do you think of him?"

Guillermo asked, "que pasa con tu jefe? Que piensa usted del el?"

Ricardo started shaking his head, agitated again and got up and started walking around. C.J. stepped back against the wall. Not really scared, but making sure there was room for her to respond if she needed to. He kept saying, "no, no, no estoy hablando de el…no."

Guillermo translated, "No, no I'm not talking about him."

C.J. watched Ricardo and knew he was scared so she prodded, "Tell him he has to trust me. Nothing he tells me will leave this room, it's the law."

Guillermo told him, "Tienes que confiar con ella. Ella no compartira nada que decirle, es la ley."

Ricardo looked at Guillermo and repeated, "Es la ley?"

Guillermo answered, "Si." Ricardo looked at C.J who nodded her head. He took a deep breath and almost started to cry.
He closed his eyes and started, "El jefe, el jefe is mal, es un hombre malo."

Guillermo, "The boss, he is bad, he is a bad man."

C.J. prodded, "Go on."

Ricardo looked at her and Guillermo and continued, "El herir personas, muchas personas."

Guillermo, "He hurts people, many people."

Ricardo, "Me asusta, por lo que hacer lo que el me dice."

Guillermo, "He scares me, so I do what he tells me."

C.J. waited but Ricardo seemed to stop so she asked, "Ask him what it is he has to do that he doesn't want to do?"

Guillermo, "Que es lo que te dicen que hagas que no quiere hacer?"

Ricardo looked down at his hands on the table and said, "Ella no compartira nada que decirle…"

Guillermo translated, "He wants to make sure you aren't going to say anything."

C.J. nodded and told him, "Tell him it's the law, but I will look into this myself. If his boss is hurting people I can help stop him. He has to trust me."

Guillermo, "Es la ley, pero ella se vera en este. Si tu jefe esta perjudicando a la gente, ella puede dejar de. Usted puede confiar en ella."

Ricardo looked skeptical but then nodded his head and told C.J. through Guillermo everything he knew.