"What the hell?" Diane managed to choke out as she backed into the corner.

There sitting at the table with Detective Jones was Harry Denby, carefully emptying his third packet of sugar into his coffee. He didn't say a word, but looked up briefly at her with a face as tired as her own before going back to studying his beverage.

"Lieutenant, he's..." she started to shout as she pointed Denby's direction but Fancy put up his hand to stop her.

"It's time to fill in a few blanks, Detective Russell," he said as he sat down next to Jones. She folded her arms tightly, physically holding herself back, and waited...

...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."