Maybe he didn't tell them because it hurt too much, Maybe it was because it was none of their business, Maybe he didn't tell them because he still talked to her as if she wasn't really gone. He didn't even tell his lover about her. He thought that he would never need to tell them, because it was in his past and wasn't important any more, that was until their current case, where a man had killed a young girl.

The Murderer's name was Chris Benton, he was the man who took her from him, he killed her, he smashed he head in with a baseball bat and left her there to die, alone, in a cold, wet alley behind a convenience store.

She was so young as she was only sixteen when she was killed, and she was so beautiful, she had long blonde hair, that always curled up a little at the ends. Her smile was as wide as the horizon and showed the cute little dimples on her cheeks. Her eyes were a deep bluey green colour and as bright as the sun, and always conveyed her emotions whether she was happy or sad, angry or excited, you could always tell how she was feeling just by looking in her eyes. She was always full of life, laughter and smiles, and she had so much energy, it was a wonder to people how she ever slept. She was a friend to everyone, and she was kind and thoughtful and would help anyone who needed it. She had been his inspiration, and was one of the reasons he decided to pursue the life he had chosen for himself. And that man, Chris Benton had stole her from him. All those years ago he hadn't been convicted, but everyone knew that he did it, but there just wasn't enough physical evidence to put him behind bars. This time was different, he had left a fingerprint of a box next to the body, and a few of his hairs were present at the scene.

The team had caught Benton when he made the mistake of visiting his mothers house. But in the interrogation room, he wasn't saying a thing.

''Come on Benton, your only making this worse for yourself.'' Don said, slamming his hands on the table.

Benton stayed silent.

'' We know you did it. Your fingerprints were on the box right next to the body and your hairs where on her. Just tell us why you did it.''

''She deserved it,'' Was all Benton said.

''Why? She was only seventeen years old,'' Don asked.

''She was a little slut, Just like that other girl, all those years ago.'' He said in a very deep and sort of sadistic voice.

''Wait, what other girl?'' Don questioned.

''Ohh, he didn't tell you, did he?''

''What the hell are you talking about?'' Don was getting angrier by the second.

''Talk to Agent Colby Granger, he knows,'' Benton said with a smirk on his face and leaned back on his chair and folded his arms across his chest.

Don stormed out of the room in search of Colby.