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"Mal Fallon," he told the woman, shaking her hand.

"So I hear you're at a loss on how to solve this case?" she scanned the papers briefly and handed them back. "I'd start by finding a connection or pattern in the murders so you can be there waiting when he next strikes."

"That's the problem," Nero spoke up from the doorway. "We can't find anything. They look completely random and spontaneous."

Natara shook her head, "But you obviously know they're not."

"So you see something?"

She turned to narrow her eyes at Mal. "I'm a top profiler for the FBI. I'm specifically trained to see things like this."

"But?"

"But what?"

"But you don't see it," Mal suggested. "Which is why you're being so defensive. See? No need to be a profiler to read people. That's what my gut is for."

Natara softened her glare upon him slightly, "Okay fine. But there has to be something."

They stared into each other's eyes until Nero cleared his throat from the doorway, making them both jump. "Um I'm going to get some coffee quick. Are you going to stay and review the case?" he asked his sister.

"Y-yeah," she murmured. "Go on."

Nero walked out to his car. He wasn't stupid. He'd seen love before and that look Mal and his sister had shared just now? Yep, that was it.

Mal. Blue-eyed, childish, irritatingly funny Mal. In love with his sister? Sure, Mal was, in-essence, his best friend. He was handsome and charming and funny. He trusted his partner with his life. But with his little sister? Not so much.

Believe it or not, he had accepted Mal's invitation to the Drunk Tank a handful of times. He'd seen the way charming, handsome, funny Mal Fallon had every girl wrapped around his finger. He could have Natara the same and break her heart in seconds.

Nero drove around angrily for several more minutes before he forgot about getting coffee and headed back to the SFPD precinct. When he walked in, he only registered one thing before his vision went an angry shade of red: Mal holding Natara's coat for her as she slipped into it and then laughed, hugged him, and kissed him quickly on the cheek.

She waved slightly as she passed her brother, then walked out of the building.

Nero walked up to Mal, who was still touching his cheek and staring at the door she'd disappeared behind.

"You like my sister."

Mal nodded dreamily.

"Just like all those other girls?" Nero demanded.

He hesitated then shook his head, "More."

Nero clenched his fists, "Did she figure out the connection in the murders?"

Mal nodded again, "Next victim's going to be a hunter. Nero?"

"Yeah Mal?"

"Do you believe in love?"