After Mac left, Danny asked Don. "Why Don? Why do you think she didn't tell her parents, about us?"
"I'm not sure Danno, maybe she didn't feel there was any need to, because you were just seeing each other, and not actually dating."
"But we were, Donnie."
"Danny, let me ask you a question. How often did you and Lindsay spend time together?"
Thinking about it, Danny knew he had be honest with himself. "Once, we actually shared one night together as a couple."
"What about the other times?" asked Don.
"There really weren't any. We were both busy with different schedules. It wasn't often we seen each other except at crime scenes, or if we passed by each other in the hall."
"Now...would you classify her as a girlfriend or an aquaintance?"
Thinking about it, Danny had to agree with Don's logic. "Yeah...I see your point now, it would have been nice though if she mentioned me."
"I know Danny, but she didn't, which shows she only thought of herself. You weren't important enough for her to mention."
"Hmmm...I guess, I thought we had something special."
"Listen Danno, I liked Lindsay, so don't get me wrong when I say I found her very self centered, selfish and unfeeling. She wasn't even there for you when Ruban was killed, do you know what she told Mac?"
"No...what?"
"That she didn't know how handle situations like that. That she was no good talking about it."
As much as Danny knew Don was right, he still couldn't help but feel guilty. "If I had of got there sooner, I could have saved her. I should have saved her Don, but I didn't."
Don was getting angry, for none of this was his fault, he wasn't responsible for Lindsay's death, it was just an unforseen event. Looking back at Danny, he seen his tears again. Taking his finger Don wiped it away. "Come on Danno, don't cry. I'm here for you, I'll help you through it. As long as you need me, I'll be here."
"Thanks man, thanks," said Danny.
Sitting in the chair, Don watched Danny sleep. "Don't worry Danny, I'll never let anyone hurt you, ever," he whispered.
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He was at the used clothing store picking out a pair of clean pants and a new shirt. Changing in the hall he headed back outside. Looking around, he now knew, he had nothing except his replica knife. Walking down the street, he stopped at a diner and had something to eat.
"Hey... lady... can I get a burger and fries."
Popping her gum she said...."sure man, anything else? Looking her up and down she smiled. You're kinda cute, you single?"
Blushing he said..."I am, what time you get off?"
"Five minutes, would you like to go back to my place, and watch a movie?"
Michael was shocked, never had any woman made it so easy for him. Rubbing his knife between his legs he answered.... "sure, that would be great. We can take the burgers back with us."
"Sounds good to me, see ya in five," said Tracy.
"Tracy....who is that?"
"Some guy, who is soon going to find out what it feels like, to be drugged and robbed," she laughed.
"I swear Tracy, one of these days you are going to trap the wrong man, and he's gonna kill you." Little did Tracy know, that this night would be her last.
Closing after her shift, Tracy grabbed her coat and left with Michael. "Where's your place?" ha asked.
"Just over across the way here, it's just a small one bedroom, but I like it, it suits me. Unlocking her door, she invited Michael in. Just sit the burgers on the table, I'll be right back, I'm just going to slip into something more comfortable."
While Michael watched her go into the bedroom he followed her, snuck up behind her, and knocked her out with the butt of his knife. Checking to make sure she wasn't bleeding, he picked her up and strapped her to the bed. "Good job Michael, now do not wait this time, you must kill her right away," said his dad.
Raising his cross into the air, he said the prayer, brought down the knife ,and stabbed her through her aorta. Watching the blood squirt out, he undressed, and bathed himself from head foot, while rubbing himself until he released. Snipping off a piece of her hair, he went into the bathroom and showered.
After his shower he dried himself, cleaned up the room, and made sure he left no trace of himself. Than covering up her body, he grabbed the burgers and left.
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Mac, Stella and Flack arrived at the apartment with Sheldon already there. "What do we have Sheldon?"
"Well... twenty eight year old female, stabbed through the heart. As you can see from the blood on the ceiling it flowed upward, I've also found bloody handprints on the sheet."
"Anything we could make an comparisson too?" asked Mac.
"Afraid not, but he may be getting sloppy or very desperate, as I found DNA, on the victim, and the sheets."
"Hmm... that's not like our serial, he's to smart for that."
"Not really Stella, he's become desperate. He no longer cares about details. Any idea where she works?" asked Mac.
"Yeah, she's got a job across the street at that little grill."
"Thanks Sheldon, Stel, let's go. I'd like to talk to whoever worked with her last night."
Leaving Sheldon and Don, they headed across the street to the Bar and Grill.
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He was watching the evening news when he seen his picture across the screen, knowing he was made, left him no choice but to head out to the Pharmacy, and grab a bottle of brown dye. Once he paid for it, he headed over to the costume store, purchasing a fake moustache, and beard. Heading back to his rental unit, he stopped at the hotdog vender and grabbed himself a dog. Unlocking his door, he walked into his apartment and headed into the bathroom. Dying his hair brown, he then attached his moustache, and beard before looking in the mirror.
"Great job Michael, daddy would be proud, you like a new man." Leaving the washroom he ate his hotdog, put on his jacket ,and left to find his next victim. Rounding the corner of the Motel, he seen her on her knees, trying to fix her tire. "Excuse me maam, do you need some help?"
Looking up the young girl smiled and said...."Yeah... I seem to be having trouble changing my tire."
"Well allow me, I can help you with that." Getting down on his knee, he took the jack ,and fixed her tire. Then looking around to make sure no one was coming, he knocked her out, and threw her into the car.
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Stella loved the mornings she woke in her Marines arms. Always she felt safe and cherished. Moving closer into Mac's heat, she grinded herself against him.
"Mmm... behave Stel."
"I am behaving Mac, just trying to get comfortable." Pulling her in closer, Mac whispered..."it seems to me, you are looking for some attention." Smiling, she turned herself to face his handsome face.
"Morning my Marine, I love you."
Looking into her eyes he whispered....."I love you to Stella, now go back to sleep."
Not wanting to sleep she tickled Mac's lips with the tip of her finger, causing him to itch. "Come on love, stop." Still teasing him endlessly he bit down on her finger. "Ouch...what was that for?" Opening one eye he smiled, that my love was a love bite, now behave. I'm tired."
Still not giving in, Stella kissed his heated lips, teasing him, until he responded. "Please Mac... touch me, she whispered seductively against his lips. Gripping his hands in her curls he passionately gave in, plunging his tongue into her mouth, causing her to purr out.
With desire burning between them, Mac climbed upon her and entered her warmth as she cried out form the pleasure he was forcing upon her. Moving in rhythm, Mac flipped her on top, allowing her hair to shower them from the outside world. "Take me love, show me how much you love me, allow me to feel your passion. I need you Stel, all of you. I love you."
Melting from his passionate words, Stella's eyes filled with tears, and as they fell onto Mac's face, she whispered her love back to him. As their beauty and desrie surrounded them, they poured into each other, bringing forth, their bond of love.
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As Michael drove he wasn't sure where he was headed, but as he rounded the corner, he came to a little Motel. Parking the car, he went inside and paid for a room. "Listen...my wife is sound asleep in the car, if I carry her in, could you open the door for me?" "Sure...no prob's man."
Opening the door, Michael carried the young girl to the bed, paid the guy a tip, and locked the door. Walking back into the bedroom ,he pulled the cords from the drapes, and bound her arms to the posts. Leaving the room, Michael sat down shinning his knife, while watching the news.
Waking from her sleep a few hours later, the young girl realized she was bound to a bed. "Help...someone help me." Running into the room Michael gagged her.
"Shut your mouth, scream again ,and I'll kill you understand?" Shaking her head yes, she turned it to the side. Watching her, Michael noticed how beautiful she was, and for the first time he was becoming excited. Taking his fingers, he touched her neck, causing her flesh to shiver. "You like that? Do you like the way I touch you?" Trying to twist away from his touch, was turning Michael on more.
"Mmmm...God you are a sweet one. Taking his knife, he slit her blouse and exposed her bra. Tracing the shape, she turned away and refused to look at him. What is this....you dare turn away from me, you dirty bitch, look at me." Looking into her killers eyes, she knew what was coming, she could see it in his eyes, as the knife went up, before plunging down, causing her world to go black.
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At the hospital, Danny woke to Don watching him. "Good morning, how you feeling Danno?"
"Sore...very sore."
"I have some news for you, the doctor said you can go home today, as long as someone stays with you."
"Let me guess, you volunteered yourself?"
"I did Danny, I hope that's okay."
"As long as I don't have to eat your cooking, it should be alright."
"Aww...come on Danno, you love my cooking."
As Danny snickered Stella walked in. "Hey....you're up, how go's it Danny?"
"Better Stella, thanks.
"I hear you are getting sprung today."
"Yeah. Listen.... has Lindsay's parents picked her up yet?"
"They did Danny, three days ago."
"Why didn't anyone tell me?"
"I'm sorry Danny, we've all been so busy with this serial case."
"Hmm... are we any closer to getting him?"
"Yes and no, we've got a picture, and a name, from the young waitress, but no luck in finding him."
"Great... how many more girls have to die, before we capture him?"
"I know Danny, but he'll slip up again, they always do."
"Stella.... I need you to come with me, someone said they've seen our suspect."
"Okay Mac, Don you coming?"
"Yeah... I'll be back Danny, stay put."
"Funny Don, like I can really get anywhere."
Heading out, Mac hoped this was the break, they were waiting for.
tbc..