"Think about your sister." Elias says, trying to take control of the situation, "She wouldn't want this."

"She didn't want to be dead either. But sometimes you don't get what you want." responds Lazarus.

Taylor chuckles, "Doesn't that mean you might not get to kill me then? Because that's what you want isn't it?"

"Shut up!" Lazarus insists, stepping forward to get the gun closer to its target.

The room shifts as Lazarus does, continuing to try and take control.

"Your sister wouldn't want you to hurt him. She wouldn't want you to throw away everything just for one moment of anger." Elias tries again.

"And he knows it too, don't you Lazarus? What was it she said before she died?" Taylor says with an eerie calmness despite the gun pointed at him, "Oh yeah, don't take revenge."

"And I wouldn't have to if it wasn't for you. You're the reason we're here." Lazarus pushes back.

"You're better than this Russ. You know it, I know it, and your sister knew it too. He's the murderer in all this. He murdered his sister and yours. That's not you. You don't have to lower yourself to his level. Be the better person."

There's a long silence in the room as the tension is obvious. Eventually, Lazarus takes his finger off the trigger and resets the hammer before lowering his gun.

Elias turns to Luke, "Book him."

"No," interrupts Lazarus, putting his gun away and pulling out his cuffs. "He's mine."

"Russ..." tries Elias before being cut off.

"He killed my sister, broke into my home, I want to take him in." Lazarus insists, approaching Taylor who is still very calm. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney..."

Lazarus continues as he cuffs Taylor.


* * *


The morgue is empty except for the bodies that are stored, almost as if on display. Most of the room is dark, with a few small lights displaying several of the most recent bodies brought in from various crimes. On the main table is the body of Martha.

All of the sudden, she sits up, gasping for air, clearly in shock. After a few moments to get over the initial shock, she notices where she is and everything that's around her. She looks down at her feet to see a toe tag wrapped around her big toe. She rips it off and throws it away.

"It's all right." a voice tells her in a very calm tone, "Everything is going to be all right. You're safe now."

Martha turns to where the voice spoke to her from behind.