A/N This is the first fic I have posted in a good three years and as of now it is un beta'd I just wanted to see if there was any interest so please review.

Entailed Disadvantage

Chapter 1

"I don't believe this," Danny Messer looked at the mutilated body in front of him.

"It doesn't look like he's been dead long, a few days maybe, that's shorter then he time it took us to find the others," Sheldon spoke up frowning. "Still, if this is a serial have moved on by now. His only tie ins have been his MO and that his vics are all disabled. We haven't been able to tie a location pattern down."

Lindsay Monroe looked up from her crouched position, "Meaning his next hit could be anywhere."

Sheldon's phone went off and he answered it looking grim. "We're stretched tonight, I've been given temporary ME status, the morgue is stacked."

Lindsay and Danny nodded, "Peyton's got pick up duty we'll wait for her." Lindsay moved to pull out swabs and work the body as Danny stood and pulled out his phone to let Mac know the serial had struck again.

Danny was snapping pictures of the crime scene the anger in his blood boiling when he noticed the crutch smashed in the corner. Curious, he bagged it and moved on looking for anything else foreign before he began to dust for prints.

"What do we have this time," Peyton asked Lindsay, as she snapped on a fresh pair of gloves, the tight British accent didn't cover the raw emotions. This serial had been plaguing the New York force and was taking a toll on all involved.

"Young man, looks like a double amputee pretty good shape". Lindsay's voice rattled off the facts.

"Bet he put up a fight," came the reply, trying to be light, but she looked at the body Peyton sucked in a breath. Lindsay looked at her curiously. "The LA Chief Medical Examiner is a double amputee, he always has stories at the conventions." Peyton shook her head to clear it and took a liver temp. "Two days max" The remark was dry.

Lindsay nodded, "Sheldon said something like that before hey was called away." The postman called police when he realized the mail hadn't been brought in for a few days, says he usually calls and stops it if he is going to be gone more than a day."

"You done?" we can get this out of here."

Lindsay nodded and stood herself stretching. She put her evidence in her kit and turned to Danny.

"I'm done," he smiled slightly, "the lab is calling Montana."

"Let's get going cowboy."

Back at the lab, Mac was talking to Stella in AV about her case when his phone rang. Frowning at the 202 area code that he hadn't seen in years he answered, "Detective Taylor"

"Detective Taylor this is Rafe Jackson at the District Crime Lab, we've got what my CSI tells me is a serial that was currently working in New York. Young person with a disability, blunt force trauma to the head with what ever is around usually a piece of their own equipment. Since your staff has seen more I was hoping you could send the primary down."

Mac nodded making a split second decision. "Of course she'll be on the next flight into Dulles. I'd come but the heat has tuned people crazy." The man let out a dry chuckle knowing that there was more to it than that. "And Rafe," Mac paused, "it was good to talk to you again."

"You too captain, you too."