“What is it with lawyers?  They always gotta know every, single, little detail,” muttered Bree under her breath.  “Yes, see this?” asked Bree, tapping her knee.  Christina nodded.  “This?”  Bree asked, lifting her shirt to reveal a patch of scars on her lower stomach, Christina winced.  “Alex gave me these, and a few others, now if you don’t mind, I have to have all these numbers run before I get something to eat,” finished Bree. 

            Christina said nothing, realizing she’d been dismissed, she slowly moved to the door and exited the room.

~C:DoFP~

            Darkness came quickly, and Bree was sitting with the laptop on her lap, searching and seeking for the other numbers that the phone had dialed.  Nothing was connecting, there were pizza parlors, there were Chinese places, and there was a laundry mat.

            “Not finding anything?” asked Brian Peluso from the door, holding a bag in his left hand, and two bottles of water in the right.

            “Not a thing, late night Peluso?” asked Bree, reaching into her pocket for the pain medication she often used when her knee acted up.  Shaking two pills into her hand, she tossed them into her mouth.  Brian was about to offer her a bottle of water, but he saw she’d swallowed them already.

            “Nice trick, you do that often?” asked Brian, walking into the conference room.  He instantly saw that she’d made some notes on the pictures.  Also added a few names and places, Bree said nothing to Brian’s question.  “I know a few of these places, most of ‘em are drop points.”

            “For drugs?” asked Bree, taking the bottle of water that Brian offered.  He nodded, sitting down without being invited.  Bree said nothing, pushing aside her hair from her eyes.  Dark blonde hair, always getting in the way, she tied it up annoyed.

            “Yeah, drugs, money laundering, gambling,” said Brian.  He popped open a take-out carton, offering it to Bree.  She waved it off. 

            “Who owns most of these places?”

            “Different people, but if you want, I can do the leg work on it?  I’m down on my caseload, Billy is taking a B&E off my hands, freeing up a little more time,” offered Brian with a trademark smile. 

            “Humph,” grunted Bree.  She stood, Brian watched her.  Limping hard, she moved to the wall, tapping a picture of Mike.  “You knew him well?”

            “Yeah, Mike is the one that took me on.  Most of us were hired by him, the come back kid was like his protégée.”

            “Come back kid?” asked Bree, taking the bottle of water from the desk, taking a sip from it. 

            “Yeah, you know the story?” asked Brian, and Bree shook her head no.  “She went into the Witness Protection program a while back, rumor has it, there was a hit out on her.  Somehow, they found her.  She outwitted them, guess the killed her protectors too,”

            “No, they didn’t…,” whispered Bree, Brian didn’t hear her, “So then she came back?”

            “Yeah, walked right into Fred’s office, and pretty much told him she wanted her old job back.  He did one better, made her Bureau Chief,” pausing, Brian studied Bree.  The woman moved slowly, measures steps, her hands always seemed to be flexing.  “I heard you knew her.”

            “You heard wrong,” affirmed Bree.  “So do you think you and I can go on a scouting trip tomorrow?  Bring one of the other ADA’s with us,”

            “For a babysitter?  You don’t want to be alone with me?” teased Brian.  Sabrina turned to him, tapping her fingers on her thigh.  She moved slowly over to Brian, leaning over his shoulder, whispering in his ear.

            “You don’t want to be alone with me, trust me,” with that, Bree left the room, leaving Brian to chuckle and eat his take-out.