Summary: What does a Satanist, a Catholic and an Atheist have in common? Well, they are all terrorizing NY city with their religious murders. Stella discovers a personal connection between her and one of the murderers. Lindsay is due to give birth soon, and Danny is nervous about it, 24/7. Mac gets the chance to be promoted. And Sheldon falls in love. ---Sequel to Friday The 13th---

AN: Congrats to Mynerva24 and Queen Em, I've chosen your name suggestions as names for the twins.

-I-

17th November, 2007. 06:15

Stella groaned as she climbed out of bed. She was now 20 weeks pregnant with twins. About three weeks ago, she and Mac had been told that they were expecting a boy and a girl. And their names would be Alethea and Matthew. Alethea was Greek, and meant Truth. Matthew had been chosen because it had been Mac's best friend's name, who had passed away a long, long time ago. Stella rubbed her belly as she looked down at her sleeping boyfriend. Mac was sprawled out over the bed. Stella always laughed at it, she had never suspected that he would be the kind of guy to sprawl out, she had actually thought that he would be crawling into a little ball. But no, Mac Taylor, had no covers over him, and he was almost lying sideways across the bed. Stella bent down and planted a soft kiss on his lips.

"Rise and shine big boy." She smiled.

Mac groaned and opened his eyes. What better view to have then the woman you love when you wake up?, he thought.

If it hadn't been because of Stella's pregnant belly, Mac would have pulled her down on him, but he was afraid he would hurt her instead. Mac had really become protective of her ever since the pregnancy started showing. He always had been and always would be protective, but now it was a bit more obvious.

"How are everyone feeling today?" He asked as he sat up in bed.

"Good, and how is daddy feeling?" Stella grinned.

"Wonderful." Mac yawned.

Mac's phone rang, and both he and Stella had this unspoken yearning for the call that would tell them that they had a new little family member. Lindsay had gone one day over her to-due date, and well, everyone knew that the baby could come any day at anytime now. And no one was more nervous or happy about it then the parents-to-be, Danny and Lindsay.

"Taylor." Mac answered his phone, "Hey Don."

Stella went to the kitchen to get some breakfast ready. And she no longer had to worry about Mac giving her cat, Missy, his food any longer. Actually they preferred to call Missy their cat, since they were living together in Mac's apartment. They had moved in with each other on full time, three weeks ago. It had been a big step for both of them, but everything was working fine. And Mac had learnt to love Stella's food. Much to Missy's dismay, since she had come to love eating Mac's food. Mac joined Stella in the kitchen.

"Don says we got a body. Apparently it's a priest." Mac said.

"You know what that means." Stella sighed.

"Yeah, people are either going to suspect that the priest was a pedophile and killed because of it, or he was killed because of his religion."

Stella nodded. The media would be all over the case.

-I-

06:30

Lindsay was sitting in a chair, watching TV. She had trouble sleeping, because her big belly made it difficult for her to find a comfortable position.

"Honey, if there is anything that happens, anything at all, do not hesitate to call me." Danny said.

He was in the hallway, getting dressed. Don had called him too, and told him about their new murder case.

"Danny, do you really think I would not call you?" Lindsay asked, grinning.

Danny had said the same thing for over two weeks. Danny was more nervous then her about the expecting birth. Lindsay felt quite calm actually, and knew everything would be just fine. Danny on the other hand, thought he would pass out.

"Of course not honey." Danny smiled, and gave Lindsay a soft kiss.

Both Danny and Lindsay had grown up more then they had imagined. They didn't notice it as much as the people around them. But Sheldon had told them both, how much they had grown and matured. Not that they had been immature before, but becoming a parent did make you grow up.

"Excited about the responsibility you and I will have for many years?" Lindsay teased.

"Oh yes." Danny grinned, he gave Lindsay another kiss before leaving.

Lindsay sighed when she was alone in the apartment. Danny had offered to take some days off to keep her company, but she had said that the criminals in New York needed someone to catch them, and the team needed his help. Of course, once the baby was born, Danny would stay with her at home for the first two weeks.

Lindsay got up from the chair and went to peek inside the nursery. The walls were light blue and there was a crib, some toys and some clothes in it. She went back to the living room and looked at the picture of Danny's brother for a while. It was sad that he wouldn't be with them for this life changing moment. But Benjamin or Rebecca would know that they had an uncle looking down on them.

Lindsay also took a quick glance at a photo of her parents, when they had still been married. Now they had been divorced for a month. It had been a tough job, getting Joan Monroe, Lindsay's mother, to sign the divorce papers. She had refused to let go of her husband, until Lindsay had made it clear, that it was probably best for everyone if they got divorced. And she had been right. Joan seemed much happier on her own, she now lived in New York, just like Lindsay' father, Michael. Though they didn't live close to each other. There was still some anger between them, but in time it would go away. Lindsay chuckled as she felt her baby kick, it had really enjoyed doing that lately.

-I-

06:45

Danny was snapping photos of the victim and the surroundings. Mac checked out the victim, while Don told them what he knew so far.

"Apparently Father Thomas Wall, liked to spend a lot of time alone in the church, that is why he chose to only be here during nights." Don said, "He had never received any complaints, and was considered as a nice man."

"Somebody didn't think so." Mac said.

Don nodded, "The cleaning lady found him, half an hour ago."

"His throat has been cut." Mac sighed, "But there is no blood here."

The crime scene was in the middle of the aisle of the church. The benches were clean. The only evidence found on the floor, was a bloody cross. Which another priest had said belonged to the victim. And of course the victim's shirt was covered in blood, but it was already dry.

"He was killed somewhere else." Mac said.

"Hey Mac, look at this." Danny said, holding the cross up.

"Only the cross is bloody, not the chain." Mac said.

"Yeah, and it was placed in a straight line on the floor. Not as if it had been thrown there."

"So it has a meaning to the case." Don said.

"Probably." Mac said.

-I-

12:30

"Your victim died around midnight." Sid said.

"Did you find anything on him?" Mac asked.

Sid shook his head. He had been very surprised himself to find out that, there was nothing to find. Nothing. Not one piece of evidence.

"No fibers, trace, nothing." Sid sighed.

Mac frowned. It wasn't often that a victim died without carrying evidence from its attacker.

"Well, if since our killer slashed Father Thomas's throat, it means he probably has blood on his clothes." Danny said.

"I did actually find something bit interesting about the cut." Sid said, "The killer is left-handed."

"Hmm, usually you'd expect the person to be right-handed." Danny said.

"It still doesn't point you to a specific person, but it does help to narrow it down a little bit." Sid sighed.

"Unless our killer uses both hands." Stella said.

Mac grinned at her. She was right. But it felt better to hope that the killer was left-handed.

"What?" Stella shrugged, "It is possible. I had a friend who could write with both hands."

Danny and Mac chuckled. They thanked Sid and went back to the lab. Danny had been able to locate the primary crime scene. It was the bathroom, that only the priests used. And Father Thomas had been standing in front of the mirror when he was killed, based on the arterial spray.

"Please tell me you found some trace." Stella smiled.

"I found dirt." Danny sighed, "The thing is, that it's dirt that you can find anywhere in New York. Dirt that we have under our shoes right now."

"Check for more specific trace in the trace." Mac said, "What about the necklace?"

"Covered in the priest's blood. And nothing on the chain." Danny said.

Don opened the door and shook his head. Everyone knew that he had bad news.

"We just got another murder." Don said, "A churchgoer was found dead in her apartment."

"Could be the same killer." Stella said.

"I don't think so. The killer wrote 666, on her door, in victim's own blood." Don said.

"666? That's associated with the devil." Danny said.

"So maybe we're dealing with a Satanist, or our religious killer thought our victim was a Satanist." Stella said.

"Let's check out the crime scene." Mac said, and nodded for Danny to come with him.

Stella still had to stay in the lab. But she did have Sheldon with her sometimes to keep her company.

-I-

Sheldon was on lunch. After being shot with an arrow, he had stayed in the hospital for almost a month. He didn't remember anything from the first two weeks, but apparently he had gone into cardiac arrest several times, and the doctors had been convinced that he wouldn't make it. Then suddenly he got better, and could leave. He had been ordered to stay home and rest. Now he had been working for a month, but he was still sore from his injury, and was ordered to still take it easy. Which meant that he was often forced to go to lunch, while Mac and Danny worked a little extra. Sheldon had of course fought the decision, but Mac had refused to budge. Therefore Sheldon was sitting at lunch diner, waiting for his lunch hour to end. He had received a phone call from Don, but had been told not to rush.

"Can I sit here?" A woman asked.

Sheldon looked up into the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. The woman smiled at him and waited for an answer.

"Um, sure." Sheldon smiled.

The woman sat down, and thanked him. The diner was small, and barely had enough room for its costumers, so it wasn't uncommon that strangers had to share the same table. Though it had never happened to Sheldon before.

"I'm Jackie Devon." The woman introduced herself.

"Sheldon Hawkes." Sheldon smiled, he noticed that she had a nurse uniform on her.

"You're a nurse?" He asked.

Jackie smiled and nodded, "Been for the last five years. What about Mr. Hawkes?"

"Just Sheldon or Hawkes. I'm a CSI."

"Oh, I've never met one before. What is it like?" Jackie asked.

"Fun, though it's horrible to see everything that we see, you still have to think it's fun to be able to do your job." Sheldon said.

"I feel the same way. I see some horrible injuries and sometimes people die right in front of ya. But I love my job."

Sheldon nodded and grinned. He had a strange feeling in his stomach. He felt like a teenager again, and he knew what that meant. It meant that he was falling for Jackie. Sheldon and Jackie talked for a long time, so long that Sheldon forgot the time. And all of a sudden it was 14:45.

"Wow, time flies." He chuckled and stood up to leave.

Jackie looked at the clock on the wall, "It sure does."

"Maybe I'll see ya tomorrow." Sheldon smiled.

"Yeah, maybe you will." Jackie winked.

Sheldon watched her leave. As soon as he couldn't see her anymore, he suddenly remembered that he should have asked her for her phone number. Just in case she never actually did show up again.

-I-

15:00

Danny grinned as Sheldon entered the lab. Sheldon had showed to work in the morning, looking too tired to keep his eyes opened. After some coffee he had looked a bit better, but still tired. Now he looked like he had been to paradise and suddenly was wide awake.

"Who is she?" Danny asked, he fought hard to hide his grin as Sheldon looked surprised at him.

"What are you talking about?" Sheldon asked.

"Whoever took you to paradise, who is she?"

Sheldon chuckled. Paradise, yeah maybe that was where he had been during his whole conversation with Jackie Devon.

"Jackie." Sheldon smiled, "I met her during lunch."

"Yeah, you did have a very long lunch today. Must have been a good diner, and a nice girl." Danny winked.

Sheldon hadn't had a girlfriend for a long time, and Danny had almost forgotten what Sheldon was like when he was in love.

"She was nice. And the food was good." Sheldon nodded, "I liked her from the moment I looked into her eyes."

Danny chuckled. Who knew Sheldon could speak so romantically.

"Love is in the air." Danny sang quietly.

Sheldon laughed. Maybe it was his turn to find true love. Mac and Stella had already found it in each other, and so had Danny and Lindsay. Don and Angell, still took it slow, but they sure loved each other. So maybe it was time for Sheldon. He had longed for a girl for a very long time. Someone to marry and to start a family with. Someone he could give all of his love to.

"What does she look like?" Danny asked.

"Chocolate sweet." Sheldon grinned.

Danny patted his shoulder. Mac entered the lab, and raised his eyebrows at the two grinning CSI's.

"Sheldon found a girl." Danny grinned.

"Good for you." Mac smiled, "Evidence?"

"Oh right. Well, I found a bloody shoeprint. It matches a Adidas shoe." Danny said.

"How did the victim die?" Sheldon asked.

"She was shot in the chest twice, we suspect the killer used a silencer." Mac said, "Then the killer wrote 666 on the victim's door, in her own blood."

"Her name is Victoria Manning." Don said, joining the group with Stella.

"And I just spoke to Sid, TOD is six hours ago." Mac said.

"It's not the same killer is it?" Sheldon asked.

"No, too many differences. The first killer left no evidence, this one left a shoeprint. And the murder methods don't match." Stella sighed, "We have two killers terrorizing the city."

"Make that three." Angell said as she walked through the doorway, "We just got another body."

TBC…

AN: No rest for the team anymore, lol. Please review!