Author's note: Sorry if its horrible. I just wanted to get something up so I could keep my creative juices flowing. Its in the middle of the night now, so I may wake up tomorrow and realize this chapter is pure and utter crap. So, be warned! Enjoy!

"She was found like this. The crew hasn't touched anything."

Bobby nodded at the police officer that guided him through the small, cottage-style house.

Robert Goren was led into a bright pink bedroom that was littered with the usual feminine things. There were pillows neatly stacked at the head of the bed, hair brushes and makeup on the vanity, even some lingerie laid out on a chair near the window overlooking the park across the street. The only thing that was out of place in the girly room was the corpse of a young brunette on the bed.

The body was in the center of the bed, legs straight out, her hair sprawled out in a halo around her head, arms crossed with the fingers clasping a large sunflower at her chest.

Bobby entered the room, took in his surroundings, and then walked to the neatly made bed. He put his gloves on and handed his portfolio to an officer.

"Hold on to that," The detective said. The policeman nodded and exited the room.

Robert leaned forward and began to examine the body. Doesn't even seem like the girl's dead. Hmmmm... Bobby thought as he turned the girls head slightly to the right.

"I see a wound, but no blood. Looks like she was hit, or stabbed, with something and then cleaned up." Bobby stooped down and smelled the girl's hair. "Uh, I smell strawberry shampoo. Look for strawberry shampoo here. Maybe we can pull some prints from the bottle." Two cops left at the motion of Bobby's hand.

"No bruises, either. No sign of a struggle..." Bobby touched the girl's arm. He glanced at his hand and noticed the tan smudge on it. "Scratch that." He leaned in closer and smelled the girl's arm. "The killer put makeup on her. Foundation, most likely." He began to rub a spot on her arm. A dark purple mark appeared, providing proof for his statement.

Bobby stepped back. And took his gloves off.

"Make a note to the ME to make sure all of the makeup is off, just so we know what really happened." He left the room and went to the front, where the first responder stood looking over some papers.

"Ah! Detective! How pleasant to see you again." The kind looking man turned and shook Robert's hand. "Where's your partner? Usually you're glued to each other."

"She's in Florida. I guess she finally got tired of me." Bobby laughed, but he secretly wished what he said wasn't true. "So, give me what ever information you have, Greg."

"Her name is Linzy Carmello. She's 23. She's moved in here about 3 months ago, according to the neighbors. That's pretty much all I could get from them. The only thing that they had to say other than that was she was a nice girl." Greg, the cop, handed a manilla folder over to the towering man beside him.

"Aren't they all." Bobby said as he began flipping through the papers in the folder. The folder contained deeds, bills, and some legal documents.

Bobby glanced up and saw the officer with his portfolio walking by. "Hey! Hey, yea. I can take that back. Thanks."

He grabbed his leather portfolio and tucked the folder inside of it. "If you don't mind..." Greg nodded at Bobby. "Thanks." Bobby shook Greg's hand again, and then made his way out to the car.

Just then his cell phone began to ring. "Eames" was on the front display.

Sunflower. No blood. Sunflower. Arms crossed across the chest. Hands holding a sunflower.

Robert Goren leaned back and put his hands behind his head. He closed his eyes and saw the girl in front of him again. He saw her chestnut brown hair gracefully surrounding her face, her delicate fingers wrapped around the stem of the flower.

According to her report, she was a student at a nearby college who had recently moved up from a small town in southern Georgia, her full name was Linzy Marie Carmello and her birthdate was December 12, 1983.

Pictures were scattered across the metal table in an interrogation room. Sitting at his desk was too stressful for Bobby. There was too much noise. Right now he needed to be alone where it was quiet, where he could actually hear himself think.

No signs of struggle in the house. Makeup. Sunflower. Strawberry shampoo.

The ME concluded that she died from a stab wound at the back of her head. The wound had been washed out with alcohol, the girl had been scrubbed down, her hair washed, and then she was clothed. The bruises had been given to the body while she was being cleaned, post-mortem. The ME even said it was possible that the killer gave the corpse a manicure.

There were no prints on the shampoo bottle, but the ME said that the shampoo used on the girl was not the same that was in her bathroom. Prints had also been lifted off of door handles and other objects in the home, but the only finger prints that had been found where that of the victim.

It was yesterday when Bobby had taken the case and he still hadn't gotten anywhere. Usually by now there were a few leads, even some evidence against a suspect. But there was barely any kind of evidence there. The only thing he had was a specific brand of strawberry shampoo, and a strange obsession with perfection. Too bad you couldn't convict someone who smelled like strawberries with a type A personality with murder.

Bobby leaned forward and began to message his temples. He had been thinking about this case ever since he first walked into that bedroom yesterday. Something just seemed so familiar about it. But he couldn't figure out why he felt that way. All this thinking was beginning to give him a headache. The sleep deprivation wasn't helping his throbbing head either. He hadn't slept at all since the phone call he had received a couple of nights ago where the person on the other end of the line was singing that strange tune that his mother had sang to him when he was a child.

The click of the doorknob turning caused Bobby to look up to the door. The captain swung the door open and looked at Goren.

"Something came for you." The curly haired man gave Bobby a strange look. "Its on your desk."

The captain left the doorway.

Bobby gathered his papers and stuck them in his portfolio. He took a deep breath and then left the room himself, closing the door quietly before he made his way to his desk.

His stride came to a halt as soon as he saw the sunflower on top of his desk with a note tied to it with brown string. The detective picked up the small piece of paper that was on the end of the string. Typed on the paper were the words "To my sunshine...".