"Mir, I'd kill for some coffee right now." Will groused. Miriam had woken them up at six thirty in the fucking morning. He did not appreciate it at all. All she did was smile at him, the fucking early rise she was.

It was currently seven forty five and they were on their way back to Quantico. He had classes after all. And so did she, he kept pointing out. They were nearly there, just twenty more minutes and the would be back. And then Will got a fucking call.

"Hello? Will Graham speaking."

"Will, this is Jack Crawford. You said you'd let me borrow your brain, and I have a job for you." Will's body went cold, he signed up for this didn't he. His voice was hoarse when he responded.

"Ok. What is it?"

"I'll send you the coordinates."

"Wait...is this a crime scene?" At that Miriam's head snapped in his direction, he was worried she had whiplash from how fast her head turned.

"Yes, hurry here." And with that he hung up.

"Were going to a real crime scene! There is going to be a dead body!" Miriam squealed in excitement, and watched gleefully as Will put in the destination.

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"It's not the Ripper, if that is what you were hoping for Jack." Everyone's eyes were on him the second those words came out of his mouth. And he whole heartedly regrets ever speaking, the attention was not appreciated.

They stood in a random field in Maryland, nearly a dozen other people, here doing there jobs of collecting evidence around a dead body. Except now, everyone was looking at him and not doing there jobs.

Miriam's eyes were filled with understanding, her brain quickly making all the conclusions he had made. Effortlessly keeping up with his mindset, once it was brought to her attention. They were just close like that.

Jack looked at him blankly, expecting him to continue this trian of thought. While everyone, minus the forty year old Omega who was taking pictures of the body, was glaring at him. Annoyed he even spoke. Quickly he adjusted his glasses, hoping that will put some space between him and the intensity of everyone's gaze.

"And why not?" A male Alpha, probably in his thirties, snapped. Will looked over at the man, he hadn't seen him before. He's probably only here to get pictures or write notes. Will doesn't know and right now he doesn't care.

"Well, if you had been paying any attention to the Ripper case, you would know that with his victims he takes the organs out with surgical precision. This killer, was messy. It was neat enough that to the untrained eyes it could pass off as somewhat surgical, but this is the work of a butcher." Will responded as he stared at the man's collar.

"Can I have a moment?" Everyone sans Miriam, glanced at him skeptically. But Miriam, ever the amazing friend quickly herded everyone away, leaving Will alone with the body and the whole crime scene.

Staring at the body Will first assessed the damage done. An Alpha. A Male, in his late twenties. His wounds weren't as clean cut as the Ripper's, violent and rigid cuts and and hasty stitching attempts. His heart was gone, cut out while the man was asleep. Another thing that differs the killers. Finally, Will closed his eyes.

He saw, the Alpha smiling at him, no at the killer, it was an almost loving look. Almost. And he knew it was an almost. He didn't want it to be an almost, he wanted it to be for sure. He wanted his love.

But, it was considered wrong. So, he remained a dirty little secret. Giving his heart to this Alpha. Then, everything changed.

The Alpha began dating a Beta girl. He could feel the rage and anger. He felt his heart was ripped out of him. He wanted revenge.

He saw himself, playing the part. Still sneaking around. Still the little secret. However, the time could. He walked into the Alpha's apartment. Lovingly, he kissed him, the Alpha let all his walls drop down. He let himself make love one last time. One more night with his love.

Afterwards, he snapped his neck, then set about his surgery attempt. Taking out his heart. Once he was done, he went to work on making his "art". His design. He peeled back the skin and laid a gift. Deep down in his chest cavity. There is a gift.

Startling out of his vivid imagination he turned back to Jack and Miriam with wide eyes.

"They left something. Check in the chest." Jack narrowed his eyes, not quite understanding what he meant.

"We'll have Mr. Price check during the autopsy." He replied nodding over to the older male Omega. "Anything else?"

Will nodded, "You're looking for an Alpha. A male, possibly. He will kill one more time. This was a kill out of love. They were secret lovers, that's why he took his heart. He felt it was an eye for an eye situation. He's going to kill the Alpha's other lover, his beard. A female Beta." The older Omega stepped forward, cutting into his small ramble.

"He knew what he was doing. I checked and the finger tips were burned with and acidic liquid, and his teeth were removed. It may take awhile to identify him." Will took time to appreciate the man, he had a goofy looking face. He meant nothing rude by it, but his face had a kind look to it, it was calming.

"That's his plan. Throw us off long enough he has time to off the Beta before we even know where to look." Miriam voiced what everyone was thinking. As soon as she said that, everyone was rushing to bag evidence and get the body in for testing as fast as possible. Will stood back, attempting to sneak back to the car without being noticed, but he was stopped by Jack.

"Will, thank you for your work. Head back to class, you and Miriam both. Expect to be contacted soon." And with that Jack was whisked away in the rush of FBI agents. Will sighed in relief when Miriam finally came bounding over to him.

"Please, can we just go back to the dorms?"

"Yeah. Let's go Will."

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Will woke to the sound of clicking on the keyboard and for a second thought of murdering the person responsible for the absurd noise. Bleary eyed he glanced at his phone to see it was only eight twenty seven, he was going to kill Mriam. Groaning he settled on glaring at Mriram who was intently typing on the computer, oblivious to his plans of ending her and sleeping in.

"What the fuck are you doing?" She seems startled by his question, but turned to him with a mischievous grin. That fucking asshole. He knew that grin. He hated that god dammed grin.

"We are going to interview a Miss Michelle Miller. A twenty two year old Betan women who lives in Maryland." No. Nope. Nopety nope.

"No way in hell."

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Will was forced into his fanciest suit, he remembered when he bought this. His then boyfriend had told him he didn't want a normal black and white suit. So, he wore a red and black suit. A maroon button up and black tie. The jack and pants themselves were black as well but he had a maroon pocket square. He felt so embarrassed wearing this out fit while Miriam wore her black and white suit. She gave him an appreciative look, before they headed out to the car.

"We better get paid for this. With how much gas were spending on these drives." Will muttered as he stepped out of the car. They were parked infront of a very quiet neighborhood, the destination of the young Beta woman who had been publicly dating the deceased Alpha man.

"You know what? For once I agree with you." They shared a smile before she led him up the steps to the from door. Miriam knocked and a woman with short red hair and green eyes answered the door. She had bags under her eyes and they were clearly blood shot. She looked disappointed to see them. She was expecting her boyfriend, a voice whispered in his head.

"Hello, I am Miriam Lass and this is my partner Will Graham. We work for the FBI," she quickly flashed her "Special Agent" badge Jack Crawford had given both of them, " we have some questions for you. May we come in?" The woman looked shocked, but she quickly recovered and moved aside to let them in.

Immediately Will knew someone else was there. He was proven correct when she pulled them to the kitchen and they were met with a surprised Alpha. Will knew. This was the guy. Shit.

"Damian, this is Agents Lass and Graham. I- Sorry, I didn't ask what you're here to question me about." The woman, Michelle introduced them to Damian.

Will made heavy eye contact with the man. He has never been good with eye contact, he can only really hold it with Miriam. However, right now he felt a pull to the man, staring him down and stripping his mask down to nothing but the killer he was. The jealous man he was deep inside, so desperate for attention.

"Ma'am, I'm going to have to ask you to come with us." Michelle frowned and Miriam gave him a questioning glance, but like she always says, she has his back.

"I'm sorry, but we need you to come with us for questioning." The young woman scrunched up her nose, she looked like she was about to refuse when Miriam cut her off. "We need to question you in private." She seemed to accept this, surprisingly.

Turning back to Damian she gave him a kind smile, "You can stay as long as you want, just lock up when you leave." Damain was practically buzzing in hidden anger, he was so close. So close to his last target, and now, cornered and with nothing left to live for, he was desperate. Will should have seen it coming, he should have been more observant of the young Alpha, but he hadn't. And that was going to cost him.

Pulling a gun out from presumably the hack of his pants, he shifted his aim from Will to Miriam and landed it on Michelle. "I can't let you do that. I can't let you go. You're the last of the puzzle. The last person in this bloody love triangle."

"Damain, you need to put the gun down." Miriam tried to soothe, the man aimed his gun at her tears streaming down his now red eyes.

"No, I dont have to do anything. Now, all of you hold your hands to your head or I'll blast each of your brains out." The Alpha growled, Will sighed but did as he was told.

I knew this was a bad idea.