Here's my latest fanfic! I really hope this one's going places and I like how it turns out, but I promise nothing because I ALWAYS say that and I NEVER like how my stories turn out, so fail on my part. Lol. Anyway, this chapter was a bit longer than my chapters in my other stories have been! :D YAY! Be sure to check out my other stories I'm CURRENTLY working on: Had I Known How To Save A Life and Forever The Name On My Lips. (And yes, I am advertising them...;)) Ahaha, well I reaaaaaaaaaallyyyyyyyy hope you like this cause I was rather proud...(: enjoy!

-Chapter One-

Detective Nero studied the files laying on the table in front of him. His partner, Detective Malachi Fallon, groaned and looked up from his papers.

"I just don't get it," he said, exasperated. "These murders have absolutely no connection. This guy has to just be killing at will."

Nero shook his head. "People don't just go around killing with no motive, Mal. Keep looking."

If only Nat was here, Nero thought, Profilers just got this stuff.

"So what would you say if I suggested we quit for the night and go to the Drunk Tank with Ken?"

Nero rolled his eyes automatically and snapped, "Mal we really need to focus. This is a murderer we're talking about here, okay?"

"C'mon man, lighten up. We have no leads or even a clue as to who could possibly be a suspect."

"Just…review the clues one more time okay?"

"I know everything. Murder one: electrician. Murder two: fisherman. Murder three: coroner. Murder four: an archer," Mal counted off the list on his fingers. "No connection. None at all."

"But there has to be something! Come on, think!" Nero cried, obviously frustrated.

"Look man, you and I, we both really need a break. It's late. Can't we just call it a day and grab a beer?"

"Look Fallon," he spat roughly. "I just need this case closed and this guy locked up. My sister's coming to town tomorrow and I'd rather spend time with her than working here on a week-old case with no fresh leads." Nero heard the harshness in his voice and softened a bit. "Just…please? I need one day off with her. She lives and works across the country in Virginia and I never see her. I really miss her. Please."

"Hey Nero, I totally get it. Listen, let's stop now and you go home and rest up for tomorrow okay? I'll work the case myself tomorrow and you take off," Mal suggested sympathetically.

"Actually Mal, it's okay," he said, visibly calmer. "She's really smart and works in a job…similar to ours. Maybe she can help."

"You sure?"

"Yeah totally. See you tomorrow Mal, and um, sorry."

"Don't worry about it."

The next day, Mal Fallon sat at his desk earlier than usual, trying to find a connection in the case yet again. A woman with dark brown hair and beautiful green eyes walked in the room and wordlessly took the papers from him.

"Uhmm, ma'am? Those aren't…"

Nero walked in then and Mal shot him a questioning glance.

"Oh, Mal," he began. "This is my little sister…"

"Special Agent Natara Williams," the woman finished, extending her hand towards him. "Pleasure to meet you."