Walking into the bullpen that morning I was instantly aware of Munch and Elliot sneaking glances at me. Snaking it of I went and sat at my desk across from Elliot, putting my purse in the bottom right drawer; then proceeding to get started on the files on my desk as I pressed the power button for my desktop computer. The bullpen was a hum of activity that morning, the hustle and bustle drowning out into background noise as I read up on one of my closed cases so I could go in and testify tomorrow. Elliot was on his phone with another precinct, Munch was looking at a suspects phone records, Cassidy was sitting at his desk trying to figure out a victims financials, Jeffries was testifying in court, and the Caption was shut in his office.

The day was slowly going by with one new open and shut case of a husband raping and killing his wife in there home. The wife's screams had caused the neighbors to call 911, ware the police busted into the home to find the husband still stabbing his dead wife. Around lunch the Caption had come out of his office for the first time that morning, only to notify Munch, Elliot, and I that we were getting a new team member since Cassidy had requested a transfer after the case yesterday. Only to have Jefferies to surprise everyone and quitting right there in the middle of the bullpen.

Our two new members had just gotten out of a meeting with the Caption, and been introduced to everyone. Cassidy's replacement was a former narcotics cop by the name of Fin Tutuola. A tall buff African-American with his long hair pulled back into a low ponytail, dressed in red sweatpants a tight black muscle shirt and a matching red zip-up sweatshirt. He only had the shirt zipped half way to show of the bling around his neck. Jefferies replacement was a transfer from Atlanta PD by the name of Amanda Rollins. A tall, woman with long blond hair, and blue eyes. Dressed in a pair of tan boots, jeans, a white blouse and matching tan leather jacket.

"Excuse me, but I need to speak with a detective Benson." A tall blond dressed in a skirt, blouse, and matching jacket stated from the other side of the bullpen. "I'm detective Benson." I announce as I put the pen in my hand back into the holder on the corner of my desk. "My name is Cynthia Powers. May we talk, in private?" The women asks looking at me. "Anything you have to say to me, you can say it in front my caption and partner." I state pointing to both Cragon and Elliot. "Lets go into my office, shall we." Cragon says as he walks over and opens his office door allowing the three of us to sit down before he closes the door and sits behind his desk. "What is this about?" I ask impatiently. "March 13, 1992." Was all Cynthia said looking right at me.