Robert found Anna in her office sitting at her desk. She was just hanging up the phone.
"Morning Luv, sounds like you had a busy night," he said, trying to keep a light tone.
She looked up. "Oh Robert, I'm glad you're here. I'm trying to find more information on the fake FBI agent killed in Jason's cell last night." She motioned for him to shut the office door. He turned slowly and pressed the door closed with a click and turned back around. Anna went on.
"It appears he came to town with John Cates and the rest of the FBI agents. Cates admitted to that this morning before he found out what happened to him. When Cates found out that Wilson, or whatever his name might have been, was dead he shut up and his been quite uncooperative since. I've got him in one of the conference rooms, but i can't charge him with anything, so I can't really hold him."
Robert had been playing with the cup full of pens on Anna's desk and chewed his lower lip as he turned to stare out the window. She waited.
"What does the FBI say about Cates?" he asked carefully.
Anna stared at him.
"Oh my god, why didn't I…"
She picked up her phone. "Lieutenant, can you get me the agent I spoke to at FBI this morning? His name was…" She rifled the papers on her desk and picked up a note pad. "His name was Singh, Internal Affairs extension 197. Thanks"
She looked up at Robert. He had gone back to playing with her pens.
The phone rang and she answered.
"Agent Singh, thank you for speaking to me again. I wanted to ask for information about another of your agents who appears to have been here in town with Wilson. Yes, Agent John Cates, C-A-T-E-S. Thank you."
She watch as Robert moved over to the window and fidgeted with the edge of the blinds.
"Yes," she said into the phone, "I'm here. What? When? The WSB? Thank you Agent Singh, I guess we have some sorting out to do here. Could you find out if the FBI will want to prosecute? Thank you. Yes, we'll hold him. Thanks again."
She hung up the phone and stared at it.
"You expected that Cates was no longer FBI didn't you. He left them three years ago."
"Something seemed different, and he was with the Wilson fellow."
"He's WSB now, or at least thats where he went. Now I've got to hold him while the Bureaus holler at each other, and I've got Wilson or whatever his name is, dead, Jason held for shooting Dante, Sonny breathing down my neck, And bloody Pikeman that I still can't figure out."
Anna was standing behind the desk, head down, palms on the desktop. Robert watched her. Knew her. Knew this kind of pressure, this kind of weight.
"Anna, Luv, come here," he said gently, his voice just above a whisper.
She looked up at him. She walked around the desk to him and he wrapped his arms around her as she slid hers around his waist.
He held her. They stood together for a full minute before she pulled back slightly and spoke. "You always know what I need."
He smiled down at her and wondered if things could have been different. He shook his head. "I don't know, I just guess. You might have punched me," he said with a grin. She smiled and stepped back out of his arms.
"I still might," she said to him.
There was a knock on the door.
"Come in," she called out.
The door opened and one of the detectives poked his head around it. "Commissioner, Chase just called from the hospital. Dante is awake. He says Morgan didn't shoot him. It was another man."
"Thank you detective. I'm so glad he's awake. We will have to reevaluate the charges on Morgan. Also I want you to get a few men together and place Agent cates under arrest for impersonating a federal officer. I believe he's in the conference room. Take him down to the cells."
"Agent Cates Ma'am?"
"Yes detective. And as I said, make sure you have several men with you."
When the door closed Robert spoke. "I'll get the office to get to work on figuring out new charges against Jason. He'll probably be eligible for bail. Any objections?"
"Do you think he's a flight risk?"
Robert didn't speak, but when she looked at him he gave small shake of the head.
"Alright, It's your call Mr D.A."
"Keep me posted," he said as he opened the office door.
Three officers were dragging a handcuffed John Cates across the squad room. When he saw Robert he gathered his feet under him glared at Robert and spat out the words, "You'll pay Scorpio. I know everything. You can't do this to me."
Robert watch wordlessly as the officers maneuvered Cates down the hall toward the cells. He heard her voice behind him.
"Robert?"
"Guess he doesn't like lawyers," he said and headed out the door.