Jones shifted in his chair and shook his head a little. "I wasn't in until you asked me to tail Denby. Up till then I didn't know anything about it. I waited outside across the street liked you asked and when I saw who you were meeting I knew something bad was going down. I followed Denby for a while and when he saw me, he decided to fill me in."

Diane shot back, "He decided to fill YOU in, huh? That's not the story you gave me."

"I though it was best," Denby finally jumped in, "because Jones was new to your squad. He could give me a unique viewpoint on what was taking place between you and Detective Kirkendall, and also help to take down Don when the time came."

Diane's jaw was set but she was listening. Just hearing Denby use Jill's professional name, Detective Kirkendall, was enough to make her want to retch.

Harry continued to explain, carefully avoiding any eye contact, "I needed someone on the inside to help with the raid without IAB finding out the whole story. I figured Jones could take me out without blowing my cover and your friends here could take care of Don."

Diane stopped pacing and rubbed her temple, "What? I don't..."

Fancy finally said it loud and clear for her, "Diane, he's undercover. Always has been. Denby's been on the job the whole time."

Detective Diane Russell had a terrible headache. She stood facing the window even though the glare hurt her eyes. It put her back to him and that window was the closest thing to a way out. She didn't know what to say, but she sure as hell wasn't going to let him see her struggle.

After they had carefully fleshed out a few more details on the narcotics case against Jill's ex, Jones and Fancy had excused themselves and left her alone with Denby. He was the one pacing now. He'd abandoned his coffee on the table and was walking slowly back and forth in front of the door. She hoped he would just give up and leave. Why couldn't he just do the decent thing for once and leave her alone?

"Diane?" He began.

"Don't call me that." She said flatly to the window.

He drew in a deep breath and continued, "Well then, Detective Russell it is. I thought I might be allowed a certain familiarity after today's revelations, but I can understand your unwillingness to accept that."

Clever to the end, thought Diane. She didn't have the energy to launch a retort so she continued to offer her back to him.