Okay, publishing this so it means I have to finish at some point in my life! I'm so excited though, so many people (me include) have been looking forward to this. Here is, the Serial Killer!AU I've been talking about.

This AU is simply, Wes quiet being a lawyer and became a serial killer instead of a cop. Travis is still a Robbery/Homicide detective, and more importantly the head detective on Wes' victims.

So I hope you enjoy.

Matthew Williams was a success story. His import/export company grew in a flash, stocks shooting through the roof, even in the drowning economy. With a degree in business and background in working the docks, Williams could cater to the needs of people effectively. He just knew how to run a good business, and though his rise to success had raised some eyebrows, nothing was very found to prove there was anything shady.

Travis Marks hadn't always bought it. Matthew was young, slightly too young to be successful, but then again some people just get lucky. Yet looking at his dead body on a broken catering lay out and a small pool of blood growing a bit beneath it, Travis was being to think there was way more to Matthew. The knife between Matthews brown dead eyes, not to mention the two in his chest, and the slight chill in the air just confirmed it. It was clear the impact didn't kill Matthew Williams, a specific someone did. So much for a nice night out for a charity event.

A sound above Travis caused him to look up from the body and towards the ceiling. His blue eyes meet the sight of his partner, Phil Kronish leaning over the railing of the third floor. Phil beamed at him, before giving him a thumbs up, a silent sign to Travis they he found where it all went down.

"Temperature?" Travis asked, even though he could already feel it in the air. He only has seven years of experience of walking into murder scenes with a temperature like this.

"Seventy-two, just like curator said." Phil said with a bit of a laugh, but Travis knew he felt it too. "Down there?"

"Same." Travis said simply.

Both Phil and him nodded at each other, simply because they don't want the possibility of someone overhearing them and causing a panic in the next large room over, but it's their guy. The basic MO is the same. Seventy-two degrees and stab wounds. It was the infamous 72 Degrees Killer, who had killed a little over thirty people in the last seven years. It might be more, but Travis lost count after twenty. If word got out that he was once in the building, or possibly still in, it would cause panic.

"Think anyone saw something?" Phil asked with hopefulness in his voice.

Travis had a feeling that no one saw anything, because no one ever saw anything when it came to the 72 Degrees Killer. However, none of his killings had even been this public. He's never killed someone in front of hundreds of possible witness, usually it was something smaller, or no one at all. Criminal Psychology told him that he was either attention deprived or trying to make a statement.

"There's only one way to find out." Travis said, nudging his head in the direction of the room filled with the guests and staff.

Phil made a sound of frustration, but he was gone when Travis turned back to look at him. Travis grinned to himself, before turning and heading to the yellow tape. He ducked under the tape. A young uniform came hurrying over him and directing a group of people she found to possibly have some useful information. Travis gave her a sweet smile before he headed over to the group of people who were chattering lightly with each other and didn't seem to be fully enjoying themselves.

Travis quickly got to questioning them about anything they saw or noticed. Nothing useful came up. Someone saw Matthew entering the depths of the museum with a man, but there was no detailed description with it. Another saw a man peeking over the railing, but again nothing of detail. The others were the same, just the figure or a blonde flash of hair, no facial details. Travis thanked them for the help, before he felt Phil nudge him.

They silently agreed to divide and concur the crowd with the help of two uniforms as well. Questioning everyone in the room in case anything came up, but as usual nothing useful stirred. It was always like this, but Travis never felt like turning in too soon. He had been chasing this bastard for seven years, and it was beginning to become annoying as well. He wrapped up his talk with an older couple, giving them a nice smile before he left out a sigh.

"It must annoy you that no one ever sees my face." A voice suddenly said behind him and Travis' blood ran cold. "Am I right, Detective Marks?"

He whipped around to see who was behind him, his hand reaching for his gun. However there is no one behind him, or at least no one close enough to say what he heard without anyone hearing them. People are shuffling around restlessly; a few people looked at him oddly; however 72 Degrees isn't there. Or maybe he was and Travis didn't know. The psycho could be right in front of him but couldn't point out whom.

Grumbling he relaxed his stance. They don't need a panic, but Travis isn't sure the price of letting the bastard slip away is enough. Phil caught his eye from across the room. Travis signaled for them to wrap it up.

Let me say this really quick. Wes is really good at what he does, and now he's basically starting to fuck around with Travis.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed. I don't have a clue when the hell I'll be updating this again...depends on how fast I can pump out the fourth chapter.