Observing a smashed smartphone under her microscope, Ella was oblivious when Corbett walked up to her office and lingered by the door, staring at her. He raised a fist to knock, but hesitated; one hand clutched the weekly newspaper.

"Come on, come on... Mama needs a new set of prints. Come on, nobody uses gloves to use their own... Phone," she finally finished, withdrawing from the lens. She picked up the phone and began dissecting it.

Corbett finally knocked, and she turned, waving him in with a smile. "Hey. What's going on?"

"Hey, do you have a minute?"

She looked at the reluctance in his eyes. "Uh, nope. Nope. I think I'm about to identify our killer."

"Speaking of criminals," he said succinctly, as he brandished the cover page. Her eyes taking in Pete's face, she moved closer, gloved hands still clutching the smartphone.

"He escaped?"

"Yeah. I pinged his location to a mall a couple blocks away, probably the cafeteria. I'm gonna head out."

"No! Absolutely not, Carol; I don't want you anywhere near that loon!"

"Going after loons is kinda my job. Look, he could be leaving the mall right now; I don't have time to get a partner. Just came to say I didn't forget our plans."

"Wait," Ella blurted, as he began to leave. She put the phone down, walked to him and kissed him for the first time.

"Uh, I'll...be okay," he reassured her, a little surprised. "I'll see you tonight."

"You better. You're being totally stupid," she added.

Corbett only grinned at her as he walked away. Wrestling with herself, Ella looked back at the phone on her table, returned her eyes to Corbett's retreating back, and finally she pulled off her gloves; dropping them to the floor as she hurried after him.

Getting out of his car, Corbett started heading towards the mall; picking up the pace when he saw Pete exit the building. "Pete Daily! Freeze! LAPD!"

Pete broke into a run down the sidewalk, barreling through two people walking side by side.

"Excuse me, ladies," Corbett said. He bolted after the escaped convict. "LAPD!" he yelled again, but he only affected everyone around Pete, who moved out of his path with expressions of shock. His mind barely registered that one woman looked guilty as he pursued Pete, and relieved as he passed her by. There was no time.

"Stop or I'll shoot! Oh, fuck," he added under his breath, when he realized Pete was headed towards four idle buses. But then he saw the blurred figure of a familiar woman with a dark ponytail, coming out of nowhere to tackle Pete to the ground.

"The man said freeze."

He rolled over, smiling up at her between panting breaths. "Damn, Lopez. I didn't know you had it in you. Thought you'd be too...lily-livered. But hey. Maybe next time."

Ella stared down at him, frozen, until suddenly he slapped her across the face. With her stunned, he scrambled to his feet and kept racing. Blinking back tears, Ella watched Corbett race past her; then, stretching her jaw, she got up with a grunt and pursued them both towards the buses. Three of them were leaving, and the driver of the fourth one continued to idle at the stop; the driver looking at Pete. But when he got to the bus, the driver refused to open the door; only acknowledging Pete by extending his middle finger.

Slamming an open palm on the door, Pete took off again and Corbett redirected himself. Realizing he was falling back, he stopped cold in front of a moving car, eliciting a scream from Ella behind him. The car slammed on his brakes and Corbett hurried around to the driver's window. "I need your car. Just for like a second."

"You're crazy, man! You should be a puddle of goo right now!"

"I'm sorry, I really need your car. LAPD," he said, flashing his badge.

The man got out of his car, accepting Corbett's keychain with a flustered look on his face. "So you know I'll return it," he said, while clambering into the car.

"Sorry," Ella said for both of them, as she got into the passenger seat. "You're a total loon yourself," she chastised Corbett, as he adjusted the mirror.

"Gotta be," he said, with an endearing grin. Then he stepped on the gas, chasing Daily.

Pete was panting for breath, but he kept running. "Oh, shit!" he said, when he heard the growl of the engine become a roar. Suddenly Corbett swerved into Pete's path, giving the convict zero time to react. Pete slammed onto the hood and rolled off onto the road as Corbett got out of the car.

He went to the front and grabbed Pete, cuffing him. He looked into the car to see Ella with her head dropped forward, her fingers on both hands touching her forehead. He pushed Pete around the car to the driver's side, then knelt to speak through the window. "Return the car, okay? Then we can all carpool to the precinct," he said, thumping his hands on Daily's shoulders.

"Sure." Ella scooted over to the driver's side, her eyes naturally going to Pete's against her will.

"I'll see you later, Lopez. Really soon."

"You want to get tased?" Corbett asked.

"I worked for the LAPD, too; I know they didn't give you a taser."

"I didn't get it from work. So keep testing me."

Ella watched Corbett push Pete away, back towards the parking lot. She sighed and cleared her throat as she began to execute a U-turn. It was a short drive back to where the owner was waiting. She got out, brandishing his keys and trading them for Corbett's with a smile. "Thank you."

"Did you get the guy?"

"Yep. With your assistance," she added, and flashed him a thumbs-up as she walked away.

"Cool."

Ella broke into a jog, heading to Corbett's car where she waited for him to catch up. Leaning on the car, she thought about Lucifer and all she had learned at the wedding. In her mind, there was a lot of darkness; and knowing she was close to the devil didn't exactly make it all nice and sunny. She was certain she was doomed...and she had a feeling he wouldn't go easy on her. After the things she had done, perhaps even the things she had considered doing... It was definitely going to be torture. And she couldn't even blame Lucifer. He was just doing his job.

Maybe that's where his endless wealth came from. It wasn't like he was scraping crusty pans or minting urinals for a living.

"Oh, God, look," a woman said. "That's that escaped convict from TV, remember?"

"At least it looks like he's going back," a man said.

"Back to prison?" another man responded. "Three hot meals a day? Even I don't have it that good."

"Well, that's what you get for playing videogames instead of sending out your résumé," the woman scoffed.

"Rach, my cousin is homeless and I can't help him. Hey Pete!" the man abruptly called, stopping Corbett. He suddenly pulled a gun, aiming it at Pete as people fled. "Yeah, remember me?"

"Lower your weapon!" Corbett called.

"Wish I could help. But I've been waiting for justice too long."

Ella jumped as he pulled the trigger. And stared in horror as Corbett fell to the ground.

"Goddamn it!" the man screamed, and shot Pete. He finally lowered his gun as Ella ran to Corbett's side. He was struggling to roll over as blood gushed from his mouth.

"Carol! Carol, look at me. Just hang on, everything's gonna..." Her words trailed off as the life in Corbett's eyes was extinguished. His body went still and he stopped choking.

"No. No, no, no, no. Come back. Please, come..." Her words ended on a sob and she rested her face against him. In the silence, she heard the soft sound of Pete's laughter. She looked over her shoulder, feeling zero comfort as she watched him die.