Diane charges in to Fancy's office, followed not-too-closely by Kirkendall. Fancy's all straight-faced and cop-y, and says "What do ya got." He listens to Diane tell the details of this dead-baby case, and Kirky says a few words here and there, filling out Diane's analysis. They think Rosanna the mom didn't do it, and that she's telling the truth when she says she didn't see the baby for four days. Diane thinks Frankenhooker "is going to tip over pretty quick," and I scream, "PROBABLY BECAUSE OF THE SIZE OF HER HUGE HEAD!" They both decide to go to Rosanna's place to see there the baby died. Then Fancy asks if there's anything going on between Di and Kirky, because they're STILL fighting, and, lying, they both say no. Come on, catfight! Cage match! Well, maybe during sweeps.
Diane and Kirky come in to the room containing baby Tanya's crib and silently check the place out. The only thing they find of interest is some pea-green baby barf on the crib mattress. Diane takes a Polaroid and Kirky grimaces. Old, stale baby barf. It's gross.
Back at the station house, the nasty blonde non-witness of the stabbing creeps in. Gay John is all, can I help you? The blonde asks about the detectives, a "boyish-looking one and a loudmouth, older bald one." Hee hee. Gay John, all shrewdly, asks what her inquiry's about. NOW she has information on the stabbing -- but first what's the reward? John sounds all official and says, "This is a high-profile case," and the blonde's eyes flash dollar signs. He finally gets her name -- Margaret -- when Sip, Ricky and the eager P.O. come out. She gets it all out in a rush: "The guy that did that stabbing was wearing a tank top [sure it wasn't Diane?], had a ponytail, and a left-ear earring. Write down when I told you." Because she's all about the reward, don't you know. Down the hall, at the same time, the P.O. describes Ricky the former running buddy as being "six foot tall with a ponytail and earring." Ding ding ding! Ricky and Sip will try and get him. They all walk down the hall and the bonds witness is all eager beaver-y, asking breathlessly, "Are you FBI?" Because Gay John tricked her, see? Gay John looks pleased with himself and Sip, all thinking on his feet, nods. Go, Gay John!