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Eli's POV

"What will you have?" The bartender asked me.

"Just a beer tonight, Johnny." I replied, sitting down on the stool at the bar.

"Anything for you?" He turned, asking my partner.

"Maybe just one." Clare agreed, joining me at the bar.

Johnny nodded before turning and going to get the drinks.

"So. Did you finish your report?" I asked her, already knowing the answer.

"Eli. We are at a bar and you are asking me about work?" She teased. Johnny placed the beers on the bar, in front of us, before walking away towards another customer.

"Well, then you come up with a better topic." I retorted, knowing that we both preferred talking about work. It made it easier and less complicated if we didn't mention our personal lives.

"Yes. I finished my report." She smiled. "So how much time do you think will pass, before a fight breaks out tonight?"

"I'll give it an hour, max." I said, taking a swig of beer.

"Do you think we will have to step in again? Because frankly, I would like the night off." She asked. We had to step in last week, due to some drunken assholes that decided to fight over something pointless. Since Clare and I are detectives, we dress professionally but not in a uniform, so people don't typically know that we are cops. We could easily be in business.

"Sadly, that doesn't exist in our line of work." I said, drinking some more. I was interrupted by my cell phone ringing. Annoyed, I answered it anyway. "Hello?"

"It's Adam. Chief Simpson needs you and Clare to go to a crime scene immediately."

"Where is it?" I asked. As he gave me the address, I glanced at Clare. I hung up the phone before continuing. "Duty calls." I smirked.

She nodded, grabbing her wallet out of her skirt pocket. She dropped some money on the bar, and I followed suit, before following her out of the bar. We headed towards my car, because we left her car back at the precinct beforehand.

"Do you know anything about the case?" She asked, as we got into the car.

"No. Adam didn't specify." I replied.

When we pulled up to the crime scene, the Chief was already there. The crime scene was a local park. Getting out of the car, I could already tell that it was too cold for Clare. She had left her jacket back at the precinct, and was only wearing a short-sleeved shirt and pencil skirt.

"Here." I said sliding off my coat. I was wearing a suit, so I still had my long sleeved dress shirt on.

"You don't have to—" She began, but I cut her off.

"Take it." I stated, handing it over. "You need it more than I do."

She blushed lightly. "Okay. Thanks."

She pulled it on, and we headed towards the scene. As we approached Chief, he looked up from the body.

"Agents!" The Chief called to us.

"Chief Simpson." I nodded as we arrived next to him.

"Agent Goldsworthy. Agent Edwards." He nodded to both of us.

"What do we know?" Clare asked. Chief handed her a case file, as she skimmed it, he spoke.

"There have been three victims so far. Not including this one. All the victims were female. Caucasian. Slim build. All around five feet. Ages ranging from nineteen to twenty-three. They all lived alone in suburban homes."

"What about their physical characteristics?" I asked.

"That changes. Two were dark hair. One with green eyes, the other with brown. While the third victim was a blonde with blue eyes." Clare spoke up. "They were all missing for seventy-two hours before their bodies were dumped. They were tortured and their bodies were mutilated. Signs of rape were discovered as well."

"We are dealing with a professional." I stated.

Clare squatted down in front of the body. She usually did this, to get a better look of everything.

"Looking at the body; she has more bruises than the others." Clare stated curiously.

"This tells us that the serial killer is getting more violent." I agreed.

"She seems to fit in the characteristics of the other three victims as well. Caucasian. Slim." Clare mentioned. "Does this dump site match the other victims?"

"Yes. All of the victims have been disposed of in wooded areas." The Chief replied.

"This doesn't have the evidence to be the place where she was killed. Have you found where they have been killed?" I asked.

"No. All of the bodies were disposed in local parks and wooded areas. None with any clues as to where they were killed or even held for seventy-two hours." The Chief stated. "I will need your full attention to be on this." He looked between the two of us.

"Of course, sir." Clare agreed.

"This case is top priority right now. We need to stop this son of a bitch."

"I completely understand, sir." I nodded. "We will catch this bastard."

"Hopefully before he kills again." Clare said, standing up.

He nodded. "Good. Now you two go home. Get some rest, and I need you back in the office, at six tomorrow morning."

"Alright. Good night, sir." Clare said, before we both turned and headed back to the car.

"Where do you want me to drop you off?" I asked.

"My house is just a few blocks away. I'll pick up my car in the morning." She sighed.

I nodded. Not knowing what to say.

The remainder of the time to Clare's house was quiet. We both just stay silent. I could tell she was worn out, and I was tired. When we reached her house, I waited for her to get out, and walk to her door. Instead, when she got out, she leaned down to meet my gaze. She slipped off my jacket, handing it to me.

"Thanks." She said. "See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow." I repeated.

Katie's POV

I was sitting in the kitchen, sitting at the island that was facing the window. I was too wired and happy to sleep. Jake had just dropped me off at home. We had just had another great date. His Chief had just called him in, so he couldn't stay over like he wanted. He told me he would see me tomorrow, and I couldn't wait for that. I really care about him. We have been dating for a few months now. As I was looking out the window, I noticed an unfamiliar black van sitting across the street.

I didn't think much of it, and just figured the neighbors have company. I watched the van, out of boredom, and glanced at the few cars passing by. After a few moments, I noticed movement in the van. I wasn't sure if it was true movement, or if my eyes were playing tricks on me. All of a sudden the lights turned on, inside the van, and a person's silhouette appeared in the driver's seat. That got my heart racing a little, it startled me. I didn't expect it.

After a few moments, he got out of the van. He looked in my direction, and I stood up from the bar. I didn't want to look like I was staring at him, even though I was. As I was about to leave the kitchen, I saw him start walking towards my house. I waited for a knock on the door, which never came. Instead, there was a pounding on the front door. It almost sounded, as if the guy was trying to kick his way through the door. Gasping for air, I ran to grab my cell phone, in the other room. I dialed Jake's number with trembling hands, and I felt like my heart was going to jump right out of my chest.

"Please pick up. Come on. Pick up. Pick up." I muttered to myself as I waited for Jake to answer. I didn't even know if he would. I just hoped he would.

"Agent Martin." He stated crisply.

"Jake!" I gasped, relieved he answered.

"Katie?" He asked confused.

"Jake. There—There's this guy—" I started to explain. But my explanation was cut off, by the pounding getting louder. "Shit!" I swore under my breath.

"Katie?" Jake called. "What's that noise? Who's there?"

"I—I don't know." I stammered. "Can—Can you just come over please?"

My voice kept cracking, along with my lips quivering and my teeth chattering. It was so bad that I couldn't even speak correctly.

"I'm on my way."

I breathed a sigh of relief, knowing he would be here soon.

"Thanks." I whispered into the phone.

"Don't hang up." He stated firmly. "Where is he now? I don't hear the noise anymore."

"I—I don't know." I replied, looking out the window.

"Okay. Just hold on. I'm almost there." He stated.

I didn't respond. I kept my eyes plastered on the window, but I kept glancing behind me. I guess my paranoid instincts were in overdrive. I saw Jake's car pull up into my driveway, and watched him jump out of it. He jogged over to the van, with his gun out, and checked it for persons.

"Nothing." His voice came through my end of the phone. "I am going to check the perimeter."

I was about to speak, when I heard what sounded like footsteps coming from the kitchen. They were getting closer. I whirled around in place, to see a shadow getting larger, from the hallway floor. Someone was getting closer.

"Jake." I whispered into the phone. I was starting to panic. "I think he is in here."

I dropped the phone when the figure stepped into view. He was wearing a mask, so I couldn't see his face. He charged towards me making me scream, as I ran out of the room, and to the front door.

"Katie!" Jake yelled.

Before I could make it to open the door for him, he already had kicked it open. He charged passed me, with his gun still out, looking around the room. I turned around, noticing that the guy hadn't followed me to the front door.

"Where did he go?" I asked to the air.

"Stay close." Jake ordered, and I was in no position to argue. I followed him around the house as he checked every room. After searching the whole house, and finding nothing, Jake ended up putting his gun away. "Damn it." He growled. "We lost him."

"How'd he get in?" I asked, trying to make sense of it all.

"He could've picked a lock while you were talking to me." He stated. "I need to call my unit Chief. I think this is related to the case we are working on."

I nodded and sat down on the couch. He took his phone out, and started calling different people. When he finished calling everyone he needed to, he sat down with me. It comforted me to know that I could count on him. He wrapped his arm around me, and we just sat there quietly. He stroked my hair, as I rested my head on his shoulder. I was starting to doze, when people started arriving.

Jake walked off to talk with people, as they arrived. After a few minutes, Jake walked over to me, with a man about my height and Clare, Jake's step-sister. I knew they worked together but I only met her a few times. They also seemed to be in charge. She knelt in front of me, and looked up at me.

"Hi, Katie. It's me, Clare. Do you mind coming with me, and answering some questions?" She asked kindly.

"Sure." I agreed tiredly.

"This won't take long. I promise." She said as she gestured towards the stairs.

I followed her up the stairs, as I glanced back at Jake. He smiled at me, before turning back towards the man standing next to him.

Jake's POV

Watching Clare and Katie go upstairs, made me relax a little. I knew she was safe, and I could focus on down here. Clare being my step-sister, I knew her well. I was actually really glad that she was able to be the one to question Katie. I knew she would be kind to her. Not like the other agents who would be strict and only care about the details.

"Agent Goldsworthy! Agent Martin!" The Chief called, as he walked through the door. The door had been left open to help the flow of traffic, coming in and out of it.

"Sir." I said, as I walked up to him. Eli followed my actions, as we all stepped outside.

"Martin? Did you get a look at this guy?" He asked me.

"No, sir. I never saw him." I stated.

"What about the van? Did it get checked out?"

"I checked it out briefly, sir, while looking for the intruder. No plates or any ID. I didn't stay long, because I needed to get to Ms. Matlin." I stated casually.

"You said that you checked it out briefly? Anyone else check it out, more thoroughly, afterwards?"

"No sir. The suspect used it to get away." I replied crisply. "It was gone within minutes of my inspection of it."

He nodded at my statement, before he changed the subject. "Where is Ms. Matlin?" He asked curiously.

"Agent Edwards is asking her a few questions. Trying to get a description of the suspect." Eli pitched in.

"Alright. When Agent Edwards is finished with Ms. Matlin, get her out of here. We should be finished here soon." The Chief said.

"Absolutely, sir." I agreed.

Eli and I walked back into the house, to help Adam and Alli who were working with the technical analysts. We helped them out until Clare came down the stairs with Katie.

Clare's POV

I walked Katie down the stairs, and left her with Jake. I glanced in Eli's direction, who nodded, before I turned to go talk to the Chief.

"Sir." I nodded as I walked up to him.

"Agent Edwards. What have you found out?" He asked immediately.

"He is Caucasian. Approximately thirty to forty years old. Muscular build. Between 5'10 and 6'2." I replied. "Couldn't get a facial description because of a mask, and there weren't any markers to identify him with."

"Good work." He stated and I nodded.

I walked back into the house, and straight to Eli. As I was relaying what little information we had, Katie and Jake came around the corner of the hallway.

"Do you need her for anything else?" Jake asked.

"Not tonight. Possibly in the near future though, so don't completely disappear." I replied calmly to her.

She nodded before Jake continued. "I'm going to get her out of here." Eli and I both nodded before he started directing her towards the door.

"Edwards. Goldsworthy." Chief called us out of the house. We walked up to him, confused. "We need you both back at the office in five hours. Get home. Get some sleep."

"Yes, sir." We both replied in unison.

I headed to my car after saying my goodbyes to the team, Alli had dropped me at the precinct to get it before coming here. When I arrived home, I went straight to sleep. Passing out before my head hit the pillow. I knew I had to deal with whatever else is to come, and I had to be ready.