A/N: I'd like to say thank you to Mindhunter and to Angel's heaven for their reviews. Well, as Mindhunter said that you love the couple Rebecca/Paul, I think I'm going to go on that way! And after reading some fanfiction telling about the death of Paul's wife, let's say that it's taking place after it. Here's the second chapter.

A black car parked in front of a little building. From the outside Paul and Rebecca could hear the laughs of children playing in the corridors, and the sounds of discussions between neighbours. It was a warm place, where everybody knew everybody, and where lots of people would like to live. They could also guess the little patio in the back of the block of flats. Paul looked at Rebecca and smiled. When he looked at something like that, he couldn't help himself but smile. The blonde agent, smiled timidly, looking fastly towards him but reporting quickly her look on the building.

What was going on with her? About two weeks ago she had noticed this little feeling in her that made her heart skip a beat when he was next to her. It was just Paul, it must be nothing. 'It's my partner, I'm with him all day long, so... you start to feel these sorts of feeling for each man that is close to you, don't you?' Rebecca thought. She shook her head, chasing the thoughts away.

"Are you okay?" Paul asked, looking quite worried by her behavior.

Rebecca nodded in response, she couldn't find any word to explain her sudden change of state. She started to walk towards the front door of the building, acting like nothing had happened. Paul looked at her, and frowned, then he shrugged and followed her into the little hall. After asking the caretaker where the flat was, they walked up the stairs and arrived at the third floor. The yellow tape, saying that this was a crime scene, recovered the wooden door of the appartment. Taking the key the cartaker had given them, Paul opened the door and they entered into the appartment. The same fusty smell was invading the air and the flat was immersed in the same obscurity.

"Something is different with this one..." Rebecca whispered more to herself than to Paul. Even if the words were said so low, his coworker heard them. The tense silent was heavy.

He walked into the bedroom, followed by Rebecca. All the furnitures were still at their place, the shutter still close. "Why?"

"I have the sensation that this one was her first murder. She acted clumsily..."

"Well, I don't think a feeling would be accepted in front of a judge." Paul looked back at the blonde agent. She looked so weak, and adorable. But in fact she was steady, solitary, and mysterious. He had always wanted to be here for her, to finally break this shell that was protecting her of the outside. He wanted to know the real Rebecca Locke, and not the special agent. But she wouldn't let him in so easily. And after loosing his wife and his baby, maybe he wasn't ready too.

Rebecca was too lost in her thoughts that she didn't noticed his look on her. She walked towards one of the cupboard and opened it. A dark silk scarf was lying on top of some lawndry, freshly wash before she died. "How long was she alone, the day she died?"

Paul took his notepad from his pocket and searched in it. "Only an afternoon." Then he looked up and observed his coworker. Taking the silk scarf, she touched it and looked up towards him. Their eyes met and Rebecca slightly brushed. She looked back at the scarf, not daring to look at him.

Then she showed it to him. "This is the proof that this one was the first."

Paul frowned, quite understanding. He approached to look closely at the slik scarf and looked back at Rebecca. "I don't get it."

"She used this to blindfold her. I can feel it, the first victim cried in it... And after killing her, she felt more powerful and confident. That's why, during the other murder, she didn't blindfold them. She wanted them to look at her."

His coworker nodded, and looked at the floor, thinking. "That mean that she lives near here."

"Yeah, but she can lives in the building next to this one, in the next street or even in the appartment just in front of this one. That don't get us anywhere..."

"Maybe, but at least we know that she lives near here." Paul said with a reassuring tone and smiled.

Rebecca smiled back as she saw him like that. And an awkward silent settled between them. The two of them looked at the floor or at their hands, not really knowing what to say. Both wearing a little smile.

"Well, I think we could go back and see what had found Mel and Danny." Paul finally said, breaking the silence.

"Yeah... good idea."

They walked out of the building, and got into the car. But just from across the street, a camera was taking photos. In a hiding-pace, a woman who was about thirty was photographing Rebecca in the street. A smile appeared on her lips. After the case in hand she was going to have an other one. She got plans for the next day.

An hour later, somewhere else in the city, a young woman was coming back at her house, the arms loaded with bags. Putting a bag down, she opened the door and entered into. Finally reaching the kitchen she sighed, glad to be there. Then she heard the sound of something falling on the floor. She frowned and looked towards the door, worried.

"Greg? Is it you?"

Not hearing any answer she approached the opened door. Suddenly all the lights of the kitchen switched off and the young woman felt the barrel of a gun on her right temple.

"Let's go to your room..." The person behind her said. The young woman was surprised, it was a woman.

"Please don't hurt me..."

"Well, we'll see that later..."