A/N: I'm really sorry for the long wait, but I had some internet problems and I couldn't download the following chapter. Well it wasn't my fault but I'm still sorry. Hope you like it! Good reading!

Back at the FBI building, Paul and Rebecca joined Mel and Danny at their desks. He didn't looked that pleased, and Mel who was frowning looked even more frustrated. They were so concentrated on the files they were reading, that they didn't even see their colleagues coming and slightly jumped when they heard Paul's voice.

"By the look on your face, I would say that you didn't find anything."

"Paul is getting more and more smart, don't you think?" Danny said to Mel, leaning on his chair.

"I'm glad to see that three hours of reading hasn't tarnish your humor."

Rebecca who had only smiled at what Paul said, while Mel had laughed, was still as serious as before. They had to tell them what they found. "We know that Olivia Carwood was her first victim... That means that she lives near her building."

"There only miss the name of the murderer!" Exclaimed Mel.

Everybody nodded, all thinking. Then she looked at her watch who was telling her that it was getting late. "So, I assume we'll wait until tomorrow to go on this track."

Danny couldn't denied as he was yawning. He didn't even wait for the answer of the others, he took his jacket, packed up his things and was already walking towards the elevators. Mel looked at him, desperated. She shook her head and rolled her eyes.

"I think that means yes." Paul said, looking at Danny to her.

"He only miss two hours of sleep and he's in a bad mood all day long..."

Rebecca and Paul smiled. She sat down at her desk and opened a file on it.

"You're not going back home?" He asked quite surprised. He already knew that she always spent some hours of the nights here, alone. But he would have thought that she was going to leave as they were all doing it.

Mel shrugged. All she wanted now was going home. She missed two hours of sleep too. "Night you two!"

Her coworkers looked up and smiled at her. When the door of the elevator closed on her, Paul turned his look back on Rebecca. "You know, sleeping is not an option." She nodded in response, but said no word. She knew he was true, but couldn't admit it. She slightly smiled and went back to what she was doing. "Don't stay too late, okay?" Paul said to her. But it was more an order than an advice. "My cameras are observing you." And Rebecca smiled at what he said. "Good night!" Then he started to walk towards the elevator. When the door opened, Paul glanced at her one last time and entered into it. Rebecca hadn't said any words and felt more than stupid. She looked back at what she was doing, but her mind was now thinking about something else.

The next day, the team was called on an other crime scene. The murderer had striked again. Rebecca's black car parked in front of a pretty big house, the American Dream some people would say. The plants in the garden were perfectly cut, the walls were white as if they had been freshly painted, the sun was just missing so that it would be the picture of the unblemished house. She stepped out of it and started to walk towards the scene. There in the hall, Paul was waiting. When he saw her he smiled and joined her.

"Hey, morning."

Rebecca slightly smiled back, a little embarassed. "Morning... Huh... Who's the victim?"

Paul took his notepad out of his pocket and read what he had written. "Sara Lewis, 24, married for just two months, no kid. As usual, the shutters are closed and the lights off." He said while walking up the stairs, closely followed by her.

"Where are Mel, Danny and Web?"

"Web is upstairs, Mel and Danny are coming. As they said, they live further than us of the crime scene. And he added that it was because they were poor singles."

And they both laughed. But they suddenly stopped when they saw their superior at the top of the stairs, looking at them, a stern expression on his face. They looked at each other, a little embarassed. Rebecca bit her bottom lips and followed Paul towards the last room of the floor. Like all the other murders, the body of the young woman laid on the bed, the face hid by her hair, and the palms of the hands towards the sky.

Rebecca approached the body, observing it. "Just like the others..." She walked around the bed, she looked like she was in a trance. "She felt more and more powerful, she passed a higher level of angriness. The time between the murders are getting shorter."

"When do you think there would be the next murder?" Paul asked her.

"Maybe tomorrow, maybe in two days."

Her coworker looked at the floor, thinking. "And we don't even know who it could be... All we know is that she lives near the first murder. But who?"

She half-heard his words, continuing to walk around. "The hate of these women is eating her. She doesn't work, she can't work, it's almost destroying her. Maybe living with her parents. She must think she's helping the society. She's always outside, searching for the next victim. When she'll think she had eliminated them, she willl kill herself..."

Web sat on a chair in the room, listening her carefully. "Tell me about how she chooses them."

Paul looked silently at Rebecca, waiting for an answer. But she seemed disturbed, deep in thought she didn't noticed his look on her. Too focused on the sentence Web just said. "Rebecca?" He looked more concern about her, and Web noticed it. A small smile appeared on his lips, a sort of sadistic one. He knew what was going on with him. It wasn't anymore a relationship between a protector and his protégée, or between coworkers. There was more.

"I... I can't see it... Help me to see it..." The tone of her voice surprised Paul. She was almost begging. He hated to see her like that. Manipulated by their supervisor. But he kept his mouth shut.

"They didn't really look at her, did they?"

"No. She must be observing them from the top of a building. But she thinks they're provoking her."

"But that's not the only reason. They are beautiful..."

"They draw the men's attentions. They're almost perfect for her. Beautiful, sometimes married, nice, modern. Everything she would have wanted to be. They know that they are pretty. All of them must have went to a shop or to a hair-dresser. And the murderer chooses them when they got out of it..."

"We have to see that with Danny and Mel." Paul finally said. Passing from observator to actor of the conversation.

"I told you they couldn't investigate without us!" Danny's voice said as he and Mel entered into the room. He was wearing a proud smile on his lips.

But she was thinking differently. She shook her head and joined the others. "So what's up?"

And Paul introduced them to the new victim. Saying the same thing he had said to Rebecca and adding what she had just said. But Mel pulled a dubitative face, quite convince. "Well, we looked on their credit cards and didn't find any place where both of them went."

"Maybe some of them paid with ready money." Rebecca said, sure of her.

Then, Danny took a paper out of his pocket. "If you want we have written some places where at least two of them went."

Web stood up and looked at them. "Now, you're gonna ask all of them if they've seen all of the victims, and if there are cameras, take the video tape." The rest of the team nodded, Paul took a copy of the list and they went downstairs. Web stayed there, satisfied of what he had heard and what he had seen.