Lee was standing under a huge oak tree, grateful for the shade it provided, as he waited for Amanda. Although he knew that she would get more out of Senator Robert's daughter if she spoke to her alone; he still didn't like being sidelined. As he craned his neck in the direction of the rock garden for the tenth time, he sensed someone approaching him from behind. Turning around quickly, he saw a little blond boy, sporting numerous bandages, studying him from a short distance away.

"Hi," Lee greeted the boy without moving closer to him because he didn't want to scare him off. "My name is Lee. Is your name CJ?"

"Yes, I'm CJ. I saw you and a pretty brown haired lady coming out of my grandpa's study. Did he yell at you or tell you that you're dumb?"

"He didn't yell at us."

"Don't feel bad if he said something mean to you…lots of people are sad or angry after he's talked to them."

"Do you see a lot of your grandpa's visitors coming and going from the house?"

"Sure, I see lots of them but they don't talk to me 'cause I'm just a kid. They say hello to me if Grandpa is around, but if I'm playing out here they don't even see me."

"CJ," Megan shouted as she and Amanda came around the side of the house. She rushed over to her son and knelt in front of him. "What are you doing out here?"

"I came out to play." He pointed to a small bicycle lying at the edge of the driveway.

"CJ, we talked earlier about you playing outside, you can only play out here if Grandpa or I-"

"I know," CJ interrupted, "I didn't come out until I saw you through the window. You were outside so I came out, too." Lee laughed at the boy's logic and Amanda shot him a 'be quiet' look. He pasted a contrite expression on his face and turned to Megan.

"Mrs. Davis, may I speak to you alone for a moment? Amanda can keep CJ company." Amanda shook her head at him, from where she stood behind Megan, but he plowed on anyway. Not seeing any alternative, Amanda began a conversation with CJ so that Lee could talk to his mother without him overhearing their conversation. Megan allowed herself to be led a discreet distance away from her son but then she turned on Lee.

"Tell me, Agent Stetson, do you make a practice of questioning small children without their parent's permission?"

"Of course not-," Lee ground out. What kind of monster does she think I am?

"I'm glad to hear it; because if I were inclined to let anyone else question CJ, it would be your partner not you. The local police descended while he was still in the emergency room, my father dealt with them…they didn't get near CJ." She smiled smugly at Lee and began to walk away.

"Who did question him," he asked as he outpaced her, effectively blocking her path.

"Two FBI agents; I allowed them to talk to CJ in his hospital room yesterday, with me by his side. They asked him questions about the moments that led up to the…" She visibly paled and looked away from him.

"I know this is difficult for you to keep reliving-"

"You have no idea what it's like to almost lose the person you love the most in an instant."

"You're wrong…my parents died in a car crash when I was younger than CJ is now."

"I'm sorry; that's terrible," she sighed. "What's to be gained by having CJ relive those moments again?"

"If the FBI agents only asked about the time period immediately preceding the explosion; I don't think they asked the right questions. CJ told me that he often sees people in the house and on the grounds that don't see him. Whoever planted the bomb didn't do it in the time frame that CJ was questioned about. He could have seen someone earlier in the day."

"Let's go talk to CJ together…I want the person who planted the bomb caught." Maybe Amanda is right? Jeff might not have anything to do with this…but I need to know one way or the other.

While Lee and Amanda were spending the morning in the Virginia countryside, Francine had gone to Capitol Hill. She questioned the two senators who had received threats after the car bomb exploded in Senator Robert's driveway. When asked where they suspected the threats might have originated, the two longtime senators pointed her towards the same DC lobbying firm. The lawmakers, from opposing political parties, agreed that these lobbyists were more overzealous than was the norm. Francine drove away from the Hill with a promising lead and a dinner invitation from a married senator. I'm getting older but I've still got it; he hit on me even though I only had two hours of sleep last night. It's so nice to not be dating men like that anymore. I wish Michael had been able to meet me for lunch…he must be very busy if he needed to work through lunch. She yawned as she pulled her car into a spot across the street from the Georgetown office building that housed the lobbying firm. Checking for oncoming traffic before opening her car door, she spotted Michael rushing out of the building in question. Sagging in her seat, she watched him get into his car and speed off. You lied to me again…if you break my heart, I'll make you pay…and then I don't know what I'll do.