The Curse of Inner Desires – Chapter 4

Disclaimer: I don't own fringe or any characters associated with it. Just having fun using my imagination.

The italics in the story represent a character's inner thoughts. It is rated Mature for sexual content.

Yale University

"Peter, fingerprints finally got a match" Olivia said showing him a picture of a child who had red hair and sad hazel eyes but a beautiful smile, "Meet Haven Nicole Hiller, also known as Hailey Hughes."

"What crime did she commit?"Peter inquisitively asked.

"Actually none, she was placed in the foster care system by the age of 9," Olivia responded.

"Since when do they fingerprint kids," he inquired with concern in his voice.

She ignored the question due to being deep in thought, "The more important question is how she got there." Bringing her attention back to her partner, "By the way, she is only 15 right now."

"Fifteen and going to Yale," Peter said impressed, "What is her IQ and how did she get our victim to sleep with her?"

"To answer your first question, she has an IQ of 189. As for the second, everybody admitted that the victim was drunk and possibly high," Agent Dunham responded, "She has a dorm room nearby I am going to go check it out."

"Let's go…" Peter stated.

"Peter it is an all girls dorm. I think it would be better that I did this one alone. Why don't you go get a list of her classes and talk to the college," she said.

"What you afraid I would distract all the potential witnesses?" he sarcastically inquired, "Ok I am on my way."

On the way to the dorm, Agent Dunham put out an ABP for Hailey will all police departments nationally. "Please list the individual armed and dangerous," she spoke into her phone, "Thanks."

Here I go. Agent Dunham was lead to Hailey's dorm room by the dorms Residence Assistant. Her room fairly empty with only a bed and computer. She didn't even have a television, at least not one that worked. There were pieces of a television on the ground with other miscellaneous technological parts. She had some modern art posters revolving around flowers and hearts; however, there were no pictures of her family or friends, which really didn't surprise Olivia.

"Did she have any friends on this floor?" Olivia asked the RA.

"Not really, she kept to herself and didn't go to any of the functions," the RA replied.

"I need talk to the girls anyways," Agent Dunham flatly stated.

"Sure follow me. I gathered them in the study room in case you needed to talk to them," the RA said walking away.

"Girls" the RA said entering the room, "this is Agent Dunham and she needs to talk to you about Hailey."

"How did you get along with Hailey," Agent Dunham asked to the entire group.

"Fine I guess. She was never really here and when she was she rarely spoke to us," a brown haired female responded who wore way too much makeup. Definitely the leader of the pack

"Do you know where she would go when she was not here," Olivia inquired.

"I assume to one of the engineering labs. That is all she ever talked about, her engineering. Like we really care," another female in penguin pajama's chimed in.

"And why would you say that," Olivia responded curious about the last statement.

"Well she wasn't exactly our type, she was a nerd. She even stole my Radio and Sara's electric toothbrush," yet another female with a nose and eyebrow piercing responded, "Not that we can prove it," she said looking at the RA.

"Thanks for your help," Agent Dunham said walking out of the room and handing the RA her card just in case someone remembered of something. Thank god I never went to college; since she was recruited by the Marine Corps right out of high school.

Dialing her phone, "Peter, she spent most of her time in an engineering lab but I don't know which one."

"I do, why don't you head over to the engineering building and I will meet you outside," Peter stated.

"On my way," Olivia said hanging up her phone. Just then she realized that she didn't exactly know where the engineering building was, SHIT. Grabbing the first pedestrian she saw, swallowing her pride, she asked for directions.

Eventually, she made it to her destination to see Peter sitting on the steps of the building. "What took you so long," he said with a smile.

"Well, I kind of had to stop for directions," she quickly responded smiling.

"I can forgive you this time," he sarcastically said walking into the building knowing that she

would follow him.

Walking up to the third floor, she saw an empty hallway with images of technology covering the walls. Walking into the forth lab on the right she discovered a lab that looked like a tornado went through it.

"What you find out," she inquired looking around at all the mechanical parts sprawled over the

tables and counters, including an alarm clock and an electric toothbrush.

"She has a full scholarship including room/board, books, and food. She has also taken over this particular lab according to the engineering college. She told them she was working on something important and with her intelligence they believed her allowing her more freedom than other student would normally get. She was definitely working on something," Peter said pointing down to the ground behind a table.

"What are those," Agent Dunham asked lifting a cage off the ground; starring at deceased mice that definitely didn't die from natural causes, "She was experimenting all right and using mice as her Ginnie Pigs.

"Until now," Peter finished her thought.

"I don't know how she is killing but my gut tells me the answer is in this lab. We have to get

those critters to Walter," Olivia said.

"Don't worry I called Broyles while I was waiting for you, he is sending a team to actually go

through the lab and bring them to Walter," Peter said.

"I assume this is the missing clock from one of the other dorm residents," she said picking up the

pieces from the table.

"Killer and a thief, huh" Peter responded.

"I think our next step should be to talk to her mother, in order to discover her motives and

possibly were she is going," Agent Dunham said, "She is currently serving time in a state prison in New Jersey."

"What is she serving time for?" Peter asked.

"I believe it is for drugs and prostitution," Olivia responded.

"Do you really think she is going to talk to us?" Peter questioned. Not going to happen

"Probably not but it is worth a shot. They haven't been able to find her foster parents yet. They keep working on it and nothing. It is like they vanished into thin air," Olivia stated.

"The FBI can't find them. Well I have a friend who can," Peter said noticing her reluctance, "he is an expert at finding people who don't want to be found."

"Ok but I don't want to know how he does it" Agent Dunham said knowing that most of his friends have shady pasts and illegal means of gathering information; that is information she couldn't knowbeing an FBI agent.

Just then her phone rang, "Agent Dunham. Understood. We will be there as soon as possible."

Hanging up she brought her attention back to Peter, "Her mother is going to have to wait. There has been another victim."

"I'll call him in the car," Peter responded.

Rest Stop on Highway 95

They approached a truck located at a local truck stop. The doors were open and police officers surrounded it to protect the crime scene.

"What do we have here," Agent Dunham said approaching the nearest sheriff deputy with her badge in plain sight. "Take a look for yourself. I have never seen anything like it," he responded pointing toward the open door.

Looking into the back of the trailer Agent Dunham saw what seemed to be a Caucasian male completely nude except for his socks. He was tied up in a very compromising position with his left hand and right hand tied to a pole above his head. His abdominal skin was missing in chunks showing partially intact muscles and bones. His hair, eyes, and skin pigmentation was grey; like the other victim. However, there was one big difference; he had duck tape over his mouth.

"That looks familiar," Peter responded, "Except for the duck tape"

"Here she had to worry about someone hearing him scream whereas at the frat house everybody was too wasted to hear. She is adapting to the situation," Olivia explained.

"It looks to me like she is using sex to kill," Peter responded.

"There has to be more to it than that and until we figure out what, we are going to be one step behind," Olivia stated too seriously for Peter's liking.

"On a brighter note, at least Walter is not here to lecture us on the birds and the bees," Peter said to lighten the mood which was met by a smile.

"Agent Dunham," an officer called as he approached her getting out of the truck, "We found his wallet in a trash can. His wallet was cleaned out. His driver's license, debit card, and credit cards were all missing. However, we called the trucking company and found out that the victims name is Levi Thompson. "

"Good work, we need to get this body to Harvard" she responded picking up her phone.

"That is not all. They also said that he never went anywhere without his dog," the officer continued.

"I take it we haven't found the dog," Olivia asked already knowing the answer.

"No ma'am," the officer answered.

"We need a description of that dog," she forcefully ordered knowing that Hailey probably had a new best friend and wasn't going to stop killing.

A short time later the officer returned, "Ma'am, it appears that the dog is a liver colored spaniel of some type. That is all we have."

"Liver?" she asked somewhat confused.

"It means brown and white" Peter elaborated, "I bet you never had a dog as a child."

"No but I bet you didn't either," Olivia said.

"You got me there," Peter acknowledged.

"We need to add the dog onto the APB and monitor Levi Thompson's debit and credit cards," she said to herself walking away for better cell reception.

After making sure the body was picked up for transportation to Harvard, It was time to confront Hailey's past in order to save somebody's life.