This is my football/soccer update story. Every time my favorite team scores I'll update a standard A 4 page of the story. In case one of my two favorite players scores I'll upload two pages. Let's hope I can see a lot of beautiful goals and you get a story you hopefully will enjoy ASAP

Part 1

There were always cases that got into you more than others did. Everybody had their weakness about certain kinds of cases, nobody could work every kind of case the same way, with the same feelings, or even better with no feelings at all. Every crime scene investigator, every police officer was a human being, had feelings, had thoughts and sometimes these feelings and thoughts were taken home, no matter what you tried. You couldn't put your memories in the locker like you did with your work clothes.

Sara's weakness were cases with abuse, no matter if domestic or sexual. Grissom had most times make sure she didn't end up at scenes like these or he was around to make sure, she could cope. But Grissom was long gone, wasn't her supervisor anymore and Cath didn't know about Sara, her past and her demons. Which was maybe a reason why Sara stood a few yards aside of the body of a young woman, who had been obviously beaten to death. The fact that she was naked made it very likely that she had been raped too.

"Sara, you might want to see this." David called out to her.

No, when she was honest, she didn't want to see whatever he found. She didn't want to have another look, another close look, at the woman – or what was left of her. She didn't want to see all the wounds, the abrasions, the blood. Nevertheless her legs carried her back to the body, she got down next to the medical examiner. Expect positive things and they'll happen to you, somebody told her once. What could be positive about this scene? Even if David found the I.D. of whoever did this to the poor woman, she was dead and nothing could bring her back. Sometimes there were no positive things.

"It's a pin." So far for something positive. A pin of a butterfly that was pinned through the left nipple of the woman. "How sick do you have to be to do something to somebody?" She tried not to focus on the woman, only on the pin. A little butterfly, two inches wide, with red, yellow and green colors, little wings.

"We had something like this last week."

"Did we?" She couldn't remember that anybody of her colleagues mentioned something like this.

"Days had the case."

"Same M.O.?"

"Yes. And also a pin through the nipple."

Both didn't have to say the obvious words, both knew, if the M.O. was the same and a signature was left behind, there was a very high possibility that they were dealing with a serial killer. And serial killers didn't stop after the second victim – not if you didn't catch them and make them stop.

Sara requested the report of her colleagues after she was back in the lab. She knew they would claim the case, would want to work it. She should be glad about it, she didn't want to be involved in a serial killer case. They had way too many of these cases and not all were closed. And just because you closed a case it didn't mean, it was out of your head and you could move on like nothing had ever happened.

"I met Ecklie in the morgue." Greg came the break room, where Sara sat with the reports. Her friend and colleague worked the case with her. It wasn't easy for him neither. Sara had noticed he had lost some of his purity the last years and it made her sad. "He wants to see you later."

"He wants the case?"

"Days started them, I guess so." He sat next to her. "Sometimes I wonder what is going on in people's mind, don't you too?"

"Most times I hope that I wonder, but I'm afraid when I'm honest, people don't surprise me anymore. Which is sad, I don't want to be used to all the brutal things people do to each other. I don't want to become numb – even if it might be better in our job."

"I think if we're numb, we can't do this job anymore. You have to care to work as good as you can and when you're numb, you don't care and you won't help the victims anymore." He disagreed.

"How do you handle cases like these? What do you do, Greg?"

"I talk to my colleagues, who are my friends, go home, try to forget. Which doesn't work most times. Then I think of talking to the department therapist and put that aside because I don't like him."

"Did you ever think of changing back to the lab? You don't see the scene, you're not that involved when you get nothing more than a few samples."

"That's true, but you can't help as much as you want when you're in the lab. The work here is very important, but you need people to bring the evidence to you, people, who do a very good job so they don't miss anything. I made the decision to have a more responsible job and I don't regret that."

"Good." She smiled and put her hand on his.

"How about you? How will you cope?"

"I'll call my husband, hit the gym and invite my favorite colleague over for dinner."

"What will you cook for Hodges?"

"A lab rat with crazy hair." She hugged him briefly. Maybe they should console each other. There wasn't anybody in lab, she liked to talk to more than to Greg. Nobody she trusted more than him.

"You'll make Ratatouille?"

"If you want, yes. Would six suit you?"

"Perfect. Shall I bring the dessert?"

"Deal." It was almost time for them to go, the end of the shift was near and if they had to give away their case, there was no reason to stay longer. There was her bright side, her positive thing. She could go home on time.

"I'm sorry to disturb the party."

"Deputy Chief Curtis." Sara cocked a brow. "You're in early. Don't you work days now that you're promoted?" Like the all the years since she wasn't a detective anymore. You climb up the food chain, you can choose when you want to work.

"I do – usually. Special situations change shifts, I'm sure you know what I'm talking about, Sara."

"Barely."

"What can we do for you, Sofia?", Greg asked. "It's good to see you in the lab again. I thought you forgot us."

"I didn't. I'm here because of the case you caught this night."

"Apparently it's a serial killer and Days caught the first case of it last week. We already prepared everything to handle them the case over. No need to send the Deputy Chief, we didn't want to fight with them over the case. All we asked for were the reports so we could finish our report."

"I'm glad you don't fight with superiors anymore. I hope Days will do the same."

"Why should they?"

"Because I will take the case away."

"You want to give the case away? To whom? The Feds?" Did Sofia call the FBI to take over? Like she wanted them to work the Haskell case.

"I want you guys to work it."

"Why?" There was no reason why she and Greg should work the case. Especially not after they found out, these cases weren't good for them. And they had their dinner appointment.