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Jules huffed as she paced the floor in Sam's apartment. She couldn't believe how close they'd just come, and how far away everything still seemed. She couldn't believe she had just watched as Sam and Ed rushed outside to investigate the car, and it's driver, only to have the suspect get wise to their plan and get away.

"Unbelievable!" she seethed, scanning the room for something to throw. She whirled around as she heard the door open behind her. "As if he got away! How did he know you two were coming? Why didn't- what's going on?"

"Get dressed," Sam told her.

She watched in confusion as he checked the lock on the door to the balcony before making his way down the hall to his bedroom. "Sam?"

"Yeah, yeah sounds good."

Turning around she saw Ed enter the apartment, ending a call on his cellphone before throwing her her coat. "Get dressed," he echoed Sam's words, moving to retrieve his keys from the coffee table.

"Excuse me?"

"We're all meeting at HQ."

Stunned, she simply pulled on her jacket and nodded that she was ready to go.

As Sam returned to the room, after having changed out of his pyjama pants and into a pair of jeans, he nodded to Ed before turning to Jules. "Get dressed."

"This is as dressed as I'm getting without more information because frankly I'd like to know why the hell-"

"We got a plate number."

They'd barely entered HQ when Sam's phone started ringing. Noting the caller ID, he signalled to Jules that he'd catch up and answered it. "Braddock."

"This is Doctor Turrins with Waypoint Centre, I got a message from you asking about Alex Jacobs…"

Sam nodded to himself. "That's right. I was hoping you could shed some light on something he's been involved in."

On the other end of the phone he could hear the doctor sigh to himself. "Listen, I'm not sure what he's been up to and I'd love to help, but as I'm sure you can appreciate I do have to maintain certain amounts of confiden-"

"Jacobs was found dead yesterday."

"What do you need to know?"

The remainder of team one filed in behind Spike as he began typing away, searching the licence plate number Ed and Sam had given him. They were all so focused on the task at hand, or perhaps still partly asleep in the wee hours of the morning, that no one bothered to comment on the brightly coloured race cars making their way across Spike's pyjama pants.

"Huh," Spike mumbled, continuing to type away.

"What?" Ed demanded, rolling his eyes as Spike opened a second window and began an additional search. "Spike, come on, what's this guy's name?"

Spike shook his head. "That's the weird thing. The car is registered to a woman."

Raf's brow furrowed. "Well, that's news."

Jules frowned. "That doesn't… we were so sure that… who is she?"

"Car is registered to one Judith Clarence," Spike announced.

"That's it?" Jules scoffed. "That's all you've got?"

Spike shook his head. "Would a little patience kill you?" As the room fell quiet he realized his poor choice of words. "I mean… Judith Clarence - office administrator, has worked the same job for the past fifteen years."

Greg tilted his head forward, waiting for Spike to elaborate. "And? Spike, buddy, come on. Any questionable associates, links to SRU calls, RCMP investigations? What about family? Married? Children?"

Spike nodded. "Marriage…give me a minute..."

"Doc I'm going to put you on speaker if that's alright," Sam spoke into his phone as he walked into the room. "Guy's I've got a Doctor Turrins from Waypoint on the phone. He treated Jacobs and there's a few things that might be worth hearing," he told his team, switching his phone to speaker and holding it out for everyone to hear.

Greg sighed, relieved to have a new source of information while Spike continued to investigate Judith Clarence. "Doctor Turrins, Sergeant Greg Parker. What can you tell us?"

"Well, as I was explaining to Constable Braddock, there's not much I can say about the patient's condition. There are however a few things I can tell you about his release from our facility."

Greg rolled his eyes, glaring at Sam in discontent. Here he thought the doctor might be able to provide some new information. "That's great Doc, but we've all read the report."

"I'm talking about things that weren't in that report. Yes, he did show significant improvement during his time with us, and that's why he was released, but there is - was - so much more to Alex Jacobs than that. Towards the end of his treatment program I noticed he seemed to be very easily influenced by other people, even through things as simple as suggestion. It was more than just being a follower in the social circle, it was troubling."

Greg raised an eyebrow. "Any diagnosis?"

The doctor paused and the entire room envisioned the doctor shaking his head in disappointment on the other end of the line. "I thought I was getting somewhere with him, but then the review board met and he was released, leaving me with nothing more to go on."

Sam shook his head. "If you still had concerns, then why let him leave?"

"Because it wasn't only up to me. I said my peace, but ultimately it wasn't enough. The board found that he was no longer a significant threat, so he was released. I voiced my concerns, but a susceptibility to what might as well be called peer pressure does not qualify one as a significant threat."

Spike looked up from his keyboard momentarily. "Know of anyone who may have been capable of providing said peer pressure?"

Sam gave a nod to his teammates. "That's where it gets interesting."

"During Jacobs' stay with us he made friends with an older patient. The two were inseparable, which made me particularly anxious given what I already suspected about Jacobs."

Jules nodded. "This older patient got a name?"

"Well, you know I can't-"

Spike straightened up in front of the computer. "Dale Murray."

"Uh, yeah, actually."

Nodding in self-satisfaction, Spike continued. "Found the marriage record for Judith Clarence, formerly Judith Murray, and cross referenced with all team one calls for the past 10 years to be thorough. I think I've found our link."

Greg gave a quick nod. "Alright, thank you for your help doctor but I think we've got it from here. Just keep your phone handy." Attempting to decipher the information on Spike's computer screen he shook his head in defeat. "We got an address?"

When his SUV weaved it's way through the suburban community leading to the house in question, Greg sighed. Though the hot call that had lead them down this particular path had been years before, the memory of it still brought on a whole slew of emotions. It was their first hot call since Lew's passing and, although they had spent a couple weeks working together to get through recruiting trials, it was marked in his mind as their first real work day without him.

"Ok team, let's review what we know about Dale Murray."

From his position in the following truck Spike nodded, taking his cue. "Dale Murray's daughter Wendy disappeared at age 18. 3 years later, Dale took a waitress from a local diner hostage."

Ed nodded, his own memory of the call returning. "Thought she was his missing daughter, didn't he?"

From his position in the driver's seat, Raf turned to his sergeant. "How'd that end?"

"We talked him down," he sighed, rubbing his forehead. "Spike, we know he was in Waypoint, anything else?"

Spike typed away before nodding. "Spent some time at Waypoint, left there about 6 months before Jacobs. Address on file Judith's."

"So he might be there," Raf thought aloud, "and if he's the one who's behind all this we can't exactly walk up to his front door and hope to have a rational conversation. Ed?"

"Copy that. Spike?"

"2 doors: front and back. Not a complicated house."

"Alright, Spike and the boss take the front door, Raf and I will cover the back in case someone doesn't feel like chatting with us."

"You have to know I think this is ridiculous," Jules groaned. While the rest of the team had gone to follow their latest lead, she and Sam had stayed behind. Greg had insisted that any further involvement in the investigation on their part would only taint any evidence they found, and suggested the two go back to Sam apartment and wait for an update.

"Doing restock at 6am is ridiculous, Jules. We're not on shift, and the boss promised to let us know when they know anything, so there's no reason for us to be here at all," Sam repeated, for what had to be the tenth time.

"Sam, what am I supposed to do? Go home and watch the morning news where they'll report on how the suspect who lit a cop's house on fire was found dead in his home yesterday? Seriously?"

Sam frowned. "No, but we could go get something to eat. You know, that breakfast thing? Or, if you were feeling really wild, we could go home and sleep as if we didn't get any sleep last night. Because we didn't."

She drummed her fingers against one of the shelves as she sighed. There was no denying she was hungry. "Compromise?"

Sam studied her carefully before giving a quick nod. "I'm listening."

"You go grab us breakfast, and when you get back," she paused, raising a finger in warning as Sam's eyes lit up, "we go over the Murray file again."

"Jules-"

"There's something in there. There has to be. Maybe breakfast will help - fresh eggs and all?"

He raised a brow at her. "Do you mean eyes?"

"What?" she scowled, shaking her head. "I didn't say- Did I? Eyes. Definitely meant eyes."

Smirking he pat her on the head. "I'll be back soon."

She kept her back to him as he walked away, determined to keep the steadily creeping blush out of his view. As it was, she'd never live that slip of the tongue down. Scanning the shelves she went through her mental list of restock duties. As she thought about what to do next, the familiar buzz of her phone caught her attention. Sarge. Midway through picking up the call she was already at Winnie's desk, telling the dispatcher to get Sam on the phone.

"Sarge?"

"Jules, Sam around?"

"Just stepped out for breakfast, Winnie's getting him on the line. What'd you find out?"

"We got here and he was gone. He left the house in a huff around noon yesterday and hasn't been back. Listen we're still working through things here but I think it's best you and Sam stay put. Where'd he go?"

"Not far, probably still in the parking lot."

"Call me back when you've got him."

As she disconnected the call she accepted the receiver Winnie handed her. "Sam? Hey, no Sarge just called, he's not there."

"I suppose this puts a damper on breakfast."

"Sam-"

"Yeah, ok I'll be right back in. Hey, by the way, I thought we agreed you would put the seat back where you found it."

"Sam, what are you talking about, you drove here this morning."

"Oh-"

"Don't move."