Hello, everybody! I'm so excited to be posting this! I can't tell you how much. This is my very second crossover fanfic ever, and it comes from two of my favorite shows, Diagnosis Murder and Sue Thomas FBEye! For years we made up stories and imagined what it would be like if the characters from both great programs got together, and I'm excited to try and getting it going on this website.

Okay, just to let my followers know, I have not at all forgotten about my other stories. I'm really, really trying to finish up in my mind chapter 3 of my Toy Story fanfic Light the Night with Love so that I can post it soon and you guys can read it. I'm sorry it's taking so long, but I AM trying.

I don't own Diagnosis Murder or Sue Thomas FBEye. Normally, I really like to have my stories all planned out and written, then edit them and post them. With this one, that isn't the case, but how I wish it was! I've been brainstorming for ideas and God finally gave me one that started building up and it felt like a good story plot. Oh, by the way, I do have new ideas coming to mind for some Diagnosis Murder fanfiction that I'm working on and hoping to post along the way, with my other fanfics.

Anyway, if you have never seen Sue Thomas FBEye, I'm here to tell you: watch it! It's great, family-friendly, action, just wonderful and based on a true story. We don't just like, we love the characters from DM. I want to do a good job on this and hope you enjoy. Reviews are definitely welcome. Sgt. Barnes and Corporal Jeffers along with any other names not mentioned on the shows belong to me. I hope Jack/Sue fans enjoy this one a lot. LOTS of Jack/Sue shots, mentions Bobby/Darcy, hints at Bobby/Tara.

Steve Sloan's phone beeped, disturbing his heavy, much desired sleep. In his sleep-fogged mind, he thought maybe it was the alarm clock next to his bed. But the beeping didn't stop, then he was instantly awake when he realized it was his phone. He grunted and rolled over, picking it up to answer it. It was never a good thing when he got a call this late. He glanced at the clock: 2:11 A.M. "Sloan here." Steve groaned.

"Sloan, we're here at Margaret Tingler's house." Sgt. Barnes spoke on the other end.

"You mean the morning sketch and paint show host?" Steve sputtered.

"Yeah. She's dead." Barnes said dryly.

"What?!" Steve gasped, quickly shifting his feet off the bed onto the floor. "What have you got?"

"Another brutal mauling." Barnes replied. Steve gritted his teeth in anger and clenched his phone, shaking his head.

"Okay." Steve sighed. "I'll be over in fifteen."

"Over and out."

Steve had decided to let his dad sleep this time. He was filled with contempt as he drove to the crime scene. He hadn't slept properly for two weeks. He'd been really hoping that this night would be a nice, quiet, restful one at home, but no. How many times had he done this in the passed how many days? He was not looking forward to the task that lay ahead of him.

Steve was in the doctor's lounge at Community General Hospital, pouring himself another cup of coffee. He was waiting for Amanda to come back with her autopsy report on Margaret Tingler. "Hey! Hi there." A cheery, familiar voice greeted behind him. Steve sighed and turned around to see his best friend, doctor Jessie Travis trot pleasantly into the lounge. "Funny meeting you in here at the crack of dawn." Jessie grinned, and poured himself a cup of coffee.

"What's up?"

"Another mauled body." Steve muttered, staring at his friend.

"Oh no," Jessie gasped, his shoulders sagging. "Who was it this time?"

"Margaret Tingler."

"What?!" Jessie's jaw dropped. "No way! No. That's despicable. I can't wait to see the mug who killed her behind bars!" Jessie seethed.

"Oh! Hi, Steve." Mark smiled behind him as he entered. Steve turned to face his dad. "What are you doing here? Morning, Jessie."

"Dad?" Steve began somberly. "Margaret Tingler was murdered last night." Mark gaped in horror.

"Another mauling." Jessie snarled.

"Oh no." Mark winced, shaking his head. "Ugh-mph! I take it you're waiting for Amanda?"

"Yep." Steve nodded solemnly. 15 minutes later, Amanda arrived, frowning. "Well?" Steve asked.

"Same as Regina Swenson, Gabby Henner, Diana Lowe, Aline Dicker, April Jennings, and Samantha Grover." Amanda groaned. "A slip of chloroform in a glass of champagne, then heavily blown injuries after death."

"This slime business has got to stop!" Jessie growled. "Whoever chose to kill these women is a dirty fiend, and I'd be happy to see him get what he deserves."

"You're right, Jess. But we just don't have any idea who the murderer is." Steve said. "Which makes it very difficult in knowing what to look for to track him."

"Well, one thing's for sure, we've got to find him, whoever he is and flush him out before he targets someone else." Mark said firmly.

"Yeah." Steve muttered. "That's what I said 12 days ago."

In the passed two weeks, six women of different ranks in LA had been found at their work places of their own homes murdered. Their bodies were mangled badly, with gashes and horrible bruises. Thanks to autopsies though, it was revealed that they didn't die from the brutal injuries forced on them, but a dose of chloroform slipped into their evening glasses of champagne. Amanda had found that they were first poisoned, then after they died, for some dark reason, their killer bashed and battered their bodies then left them at the scene of his crime. And there were never a stranger's fingerprints on the champagne glasses, only the victims'. With the previous 3 victims before Margaret Tingler, they had been reported missing. And then had ended up dead. Steve's homicide squad had been working time and overtime, trying to follow leads and track down the monstrous serial killer. The only consistent clue that the killer always left behind was a fake black rose with a note that read: "Are you sorry yet?"

With no specific suspects, it was difficult to try and dig into the killer's background.

"You wanted to see me, sir?" Steve asked as he entered his superior's office.

"Yes, have a seat, Lt. Sloan." Chief Masters offered as he pulled a file out of the cabinet. Then he sat down himself and placed the file on his desk. "Sloan, have you been able to come up with anything new that might be able to help us find this monster?" The chief asked in exasperation.

Steve sighed. "Not much. We finally did manage to pick up on one tip that might help."

"That's better than nothing." Masters said.

"Yeah. Forensics have revealed dark hair at each crime scene, which could match the hair of our killer. We've gone through the victims' photo albums, and talked to their friends and relatives who might be able to shed some light on who this dark-haired person could be, but so far no leads."

"There's gotta be at least over 70,000 people in LA with dark hair." Masters muttered.

"Well, that sure narrows it down." Steve said sarcastically.

"Sloan, we got a call about an hour ago. Another female has gone missing." Masters groaned. Steve pursed his lips in fury and pounded a clenched fist on his chair arm.

"Blast!" He huffed.

"Our killer's beginning to form a new pattern, and we've got to put an end to it."

"Sir, we can't handle this by ourselves." Steve said angrily.

"You're right, Sloan. We can't. That's why I've requested some special help from the F.B.I. They should be arriving in two days."

"What do you mean by arriving?" Steve sputtered in confusion. "Where are they coming from?"

"Washington D.C." Masters replied.

"D.C.?" Steve sputtered again. "Can't the LA bureau handle the case?"

"Sloan, the agents who were on it are unavailable now." Masters explained. "Agent Jones is having heart surgery this week and will be on bed rest for a long time. Agent Marcus is in the Bahamas on a two week vacation, which he had been granted before they started the case. Agent Mills has been assigned out of the country for over a week, and he's in an isolated area with no phone signal. And Agent Miller has been suspended for misconduct. It's difficult to push yourself on a case with no real suspects on the radar."

"Nice to know you've got friends, isn't it?" Steve muttered sarcastically. "But why from Washington?"

"There was a rash of similar killings that started in and around Virginia a month ago." Masters explained. "And now I hear that three women in the DC area have been murdered with the exact same method we've been finding here."

"The exact same?" Steve's eyes widened.

"Exact same. Rose, note, glasses, everything." Masters nodded. "The task force team on the case in DC are pretty sure they know who the killer is, but they haven't been able to nail him yet. And when the reports reached them of the murders here, they were immediately assigned to help us with the case after I put in a requisition." Steve leaned back in his chair and felt a wave of relief and finally...hope.

"First good news I've heard all case!" He exclaimed happily.