I'm home in my sanctuary after a long day. This case has been overwhelming me and I need to relax. My mind has been cluttered with fears about what really happened to Emma and the fact that the killer is still out there. It's up to us to put him behind bars and that is a grave responsibility. I take my job seriously, probably too seriously at times and I know that I need to reset and refresh before moving forward so that I have my sharpest wits about me and a clear mind. One thing I know about myself, having worked as a lawyer for so many years is that if I don't come in with a fresh perspective then I have nothing at all. Taking care of myself results in better work. And for this case, though it's been overwhelming, I need to be as competent as possible. Cain's life is on the line and as that thought reverberates in my head over and over I can feel myself drowning under the weight of it and I'm as determined as ever to set myself on the right track and to achieve justice for him.

I've just lit some candles and poured myself a glass of wine when there's a knock at the door.

"Xavier! Hi! Come on in." I open my door to him, curious about this evening drop by,

"I was just having some wine, want some?"

"Actually, I would love a glass, thanks, Jackie." I pour him a glass in my new stemware and takes it gratefully."Ahh, Jackie, I wish I could say I dropped by for some flippant, easy reason, but that's not the case. I have work on my mind and I need to talk to you."

He looks slightly disturbed, not relaxed like he usually is. I usher him to the couch.

"Okay, well, let's sit down and talk about it."

He takes a seat and I curl up beside him, interested to know what's been on his mind.

"We've known each other for a long time, Jackie. All those years at law school made me feel like you are someone I can trust."

"Yeah," I say. "We spent many hours dabbling over hypothetical cases, didn't we? And now, here we are in the real world doing the same thing, except this time all bets are off and people's lives hang in the balance."

"That's exactly why I'm here. You know Jackie that my one concern in any case is to achieve justice, put criminals behind bars, and generally follow the compass that my inner integrity dictates. I would never underhand you, or anyone. I just want the truth to come out."

"Yeah, I know. Xavier, what's up? Why do you seem so concerned? Of course, I trust your motives."

"Okay then, I have to admit something to you."

"What is it? You can tell me anything you know. I'm not here to judge."

"Well, you might judge this and I just want you to know my intentions are pure."

"Okay."

"The other night at the hotel with Jason and Marcus, I forgot my phone and I had to come back into the room after I left. I heard you guys talking."

My eyes widen. Did he hear what we were saying about the case?

"Jackie, I overheard everything. I know you guys think that Emma had more than one boyfriend and that information is pertinent to me. That throws off my entire perception about what happened."

"You did? You heard us talking?"

"Yes, I didn't mean to and I only listened because it was regarding the case and it seems like we, the people at my office, might have the wrong person."

"Oh." I'm shocked to hear that Xavier did this but he's not a bad guy and maybe he's interested in fighting for Emma by putting the real murderer behind bars. Still, I can't be sure. He is on the other counsel.

"I need you to tell me everything you know about Emma's other boyfriends. Please, Jacqueline, I have to find out."

"Xavier, I can't do that. That would jeopardize our entire case and we've just worked too hard on it."

"Listen, I'm only interested in nailing the true criminal on this. I get that we're on different sides, but if you help me, I can help you. I promise to only put the information to good use."

I look into his genuine, pleading eyes and I know in an instant that he's telling the truth. I would never doubt Xavier's intentions anyway. I know he wouldn't use the information to get back at me and that he will only put it to good use. I trust Xavier implicitly.

"Okay, here's what I know. There was a guy who paid off the security guard to turn the cameras off when he came and went from the building. We noticed a skip in the surveillance tape that made us find this out. We know she was definitely seeing other people besides Cain and someone went out of their way not to be seen on the night of the murder. We still don't have enough proof to convict. But, we're getting close. That's all I know, okay? Does that help you?"

He sighs a deep, burden-laid sigh. I can tell that Xavier feels the same way I as do, overpowered by the rising evidence in this case. He probably thought he had it all handled, but with new proof like this, who can ignore that the killer is still out there?

"I have to investigate this. My boss told me to lay off it, but knowing this now, I have to take it further. Jackie, this is a real problem if we've got the wrong guy."

"I know," I say. "Trust me, I know."

"I have to go behind Wolff's back and look into this thing. I don't know why he didn't seem to care about this lead. In fact, he acted like he had already investigated it. He couldn't have done a very good job if he didn't find this."

"Hmm, that is weird," I say. "Do you know how much I wish we were on the same side of this Xavier? I wish I could go out there and help you to uncover evidence. And most of all I wish I could work with you side-by-side every day. I miss you."

He kisses me sweetly. "Trust me, I know. I feel the same way. If we were together every day, I'd be the happiest man ever."

With that statement, I curl into him more and we both the watch the candles flicker around us, and I can tell we're both wondering the same thing . . . who killed Emma?