SURPRISE! Here is a second chapter for today! Let me know what you think. All my love, OA.

CHAPTER 2: The Bride that lost something borrowed.

Disclaimer: I do Not own any of the characters in this story. There owned by The CW and the companies that work with the network. Any dialogue and or story likeness is coincidental and not intended to offend anyone.

EPOV

As the three musketeers made our way towards the new crime scene, we could see even from a distance that it was a gruesome one. The drive here had been a very uncomfortable one since we all were silent, each in our own world thinking about possible ways we could have been in the same area of New York with two dead brides in less than 24 hours.

The victim was again id as a thirty something bride to be. She was last seen when she told her bridal party that she needed a couple of minutes of fresh air to calm her nerves before walking down the aisle. Everyone thought that she had runned away, that she had decided that marriage wasn't for her or that she didn't love the groom enough to spend the rest of her life with him. Little did anyone know that the beautiful bride with the crown of small lilac flowers weaved into her blond locks laid lifeless in the sewer of the wedding venue.

There had been some torrential showers in the last couple of days and the sewer had overflowed. This caused the body to be washed to the surface, where an unfortunate morning jogger had stopped to catch his breath. The poor man seemed out of it and who could blame him. Go out for a run in the early morning and encounter a decaying corpse even before breakfast, no thank you.

As he was being interrogated by Caroline and myself, Damon examined the girl and determined that the cause of death was a single bullet through the heart, just like the other girl from this morning. The difference is that this girl had put on one hell of a fight. From the different marks on her bones, he could deduct that she had fractured her right wrist either in hitting the killer or using her hands as shields to protect her face from any blows thrown her way.

Once he heard we were done, Damon came over and related his findings while letting us know that they would have more information once he was able to get to the lab and do all of the tests that he needed.

"But are they connected? Do we have a serial killer or is it just a coincidence that two brides were killed in the same part of New York with a single bullet through the heart?" Caroline asked as she flipped through her notes.

I just shrugged my shoulders while saying "We can't rule anything out but we do know that they were killed with different guns, since the bullets are for guns of different models and calibers but we won't know until we go back to the precinct and see if there is any connection between the two ladies and/or their family and friends." With that we all headed back and went to do our jobs.

The next two days went by with sluggish speed. Caroline and I had interrogated more than 30 people from both almost weddings with no avail. Everyone had an alibi, everyone was in the same page, no one had real motive. We were at a road that looked as if it was a dead end. There was no apparent connection between the two cases and there was no leads to anything.

As I started to go over all the notes from both cases for the fourth time I heard some footsteps coming towards my desk. I reached for my gun and turn around as fast as I could with the hope of surprising my assailant only to find Damon with his hand in the air in a surrendering way.

"Damon, what the hell?" is all I could say as I tried to bring my heart rate back to normal.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I thought that you should have been in your apartment about an hour ago. What are you still doing here?"

I only was able to reply with the "great" comeback of "I can ask you the same question."

He just shrugged his shoulders and handed me a file that I hadn't noticed he was carrying until now.

"It's all the things I could and couldn't find on both victims. There seems like nothing is connected between them only the fact that both were killed with a single bullet to the heart, but other than that, nothing. Sorry I couldn't be of any more help." He looked defeated and tired but determined and my heart just involuntarily skipped a beat.

"No worries, that's where my job kicks in. So I'll see you tomorrow then." My voice was more deflated than what I wanted to show but I was tired and really didn't care about that tonight.

"Elena, you didn't answer my question."

He looked at me with a soft yet saddened expression that just made me melt. I could just stare into those blue eyes for hours and hours and never actually get tired of it. I mentally shook myself to focus on what he had asked me and I turned to look at the piles of files that covered my desk and to the computer screen that was running some information through the data from old cases.

"I was just looking over the notes again. I don't know Damon but something tells me that there is more to these cases than what meets the eyes. I feel like we are missing something, something big, important. That these cases are connected but I just don't know how! I can't shake the feeling that the missing link is right here, in front of our noses but we are just overlooking it."

Damon just placed a strong hand on my shoulder and gently spined me to make me look at him. With a voice so soft and musical that just made me shiver when hearing it he told me

"Elena, you are exhausted, you need to rest. I promise, we can look over everything again tomorrow, heck as many times as you like but you need to rest. And don't say that you aren't tired because you look as if you were about to pass out of pure exhaustion."

I just shook my head and told him that I was just going to finish what I was doing, then head back to the apartment and that he should go home but he just gave me a stern look which he later softened.

He let out a defeated sigh and said "Then I will stay here and help you look over everything so that way you can finish faster and be on your way to bed!" And with that we started to go over every little detail of the cases, dissecting as many things as we could, just the two of us in that empty precinct.