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Silence.

A stressed, awkward silence filled the car as they silently rode back to the FBI building. Kylie never knew such a thing existed, but due to the stress of the unknown caller and the awkwardness between Kylie and Sherlock, the tension was so thick that you could cut it with a knife.

Kylie put her head in her hand and stared out the window, wanting out of this whole situation entirely. Sherlock had barely acknowledged her presence, nor said a word directly to her. Upon the discovery that there was a mystery caller no involved, Sherlock had glanced over at Kylie before storming away and not so subtly yelling at his friend for not letting him know she was even in San Diego, let alone involved with this case. Kylie had stood there, enduring the conversation as she pretended not to hear that Sherlock had no interest in seeing her.

He had then stormed off towards the car, which was absurd because he had no idea where it was, while John came back and tried to apologize. Kylie hadn't wanted to hear it though. She was hurt, angry, and all she wanted to do was go home, hug her dog, and pretend this day had never happened.

But now, she was stuck in the front seat of the SUV while Sherlock Holmes sat in the back, not even acknowledging her existence.

Charlie glanced over at his partner, recognizing that she was hurt and awkward by the prior actions of the man in the back seat, yet he couldn't help his curiosity. Kylie had told him bits and pieces of what had happened, and he was dying to know the full story that Kylie was withholding from him.

"…So what was it like dating Kylie?" Charlie asked, breaking the silence as he caused Kylie to look over, glaring before she punched him in the arm.

"OW!" he yelled, "I'm driving! Don't punch the driver!"

"You are not allowed to ask questions," Kylie told him furiously, through gritted teeth.

"Not allowed?" Charlie gaped, "Dear God you are controlling!"

"I am not controlling! You just don't need to stick your nose into my business where it doesn't warrant you. You don't need to push subjects Charlie."

Charlie scoffed, "Says the queen of sticking her nose into my business…"

"Only because you force me to deal with it day in and day out because you constantly sleep with people we work with!"

"GUYS!" John yelled in exasperation.

Kylie and Charlie both stopped and the car went back to the awkward silence they had been in before.

"And I thought you and Sherlock were bad…" John muttered under his breath, earning a glare from Sherlock and a roll of the eyes from Kylie.

"So you two argued a lot?" Charlie pressed again, clearly not learning his lesson, "I bet the two of you had really hot make up… OW!"

Charlie glared at her as Kylie glared furiously after punching him in the arm once more. The group remained silent for the rest of the ride. After a moment or two, Charlie looked in the rearview mirror, eyeing Sherlock in the far back seat, staring at the back of Kylie's head. Charlie smiled to himself; he didn't have to know the guy to know that he still had feelings for his partner.

This was going to be interesting….

The car pulled into the garage, parking in the usual space as they all got out of the car. Kylie shut her door and took a breath, trying her damnest to think of a way out of this incredibly awkward situation.

She walked around the side of the car, regretting it immediately as she came face to face with the last person she had wanted to see at that moment in time; Sherlock.

Their eyes locked and Kylie felt the air leave her lungs once more as the trance began. They hadn't said a single word out loud to each other, yet it felt as if they had had an entire conversation with their eyes. Evidence of longing, sadness, anger, hurt mixed in with a certain softness that could only come from the other. His pupils were dilated as they fixed on to her.

Did he really miss her? Did he still have feelings?

"You cut your hair," Sherlock told her, breaking the silence.

Kylie's eyebrow raised in shock that the man had spoken to her, yet told her something so arbitrary with all that had gone on between them.

"Uh, yeah," Kylie responded, "I uh, needed a change."

"No, you didn't," he told her before suddenly grabbing the last box and walking away towards the building elevator.

Kylie's heart stopped beating for a moment as she pondered what on earth that was supposed to mean.

"Oh yeah," Charlie told her as he showed up on the other side of the car where he had been quietly watchin, "No sexual tension whatsoever."

Kylie glared at her partner as she felt the heat rise to her face, before she quickly walked off towards the building entrance where the rest of the group was waiting.

"This is going to be fun, Ky!" Charlie yelled after her as he grabbed the last box and shut the trunk, grinning wildly as he knew he was getting under his partner's skin.

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"So pretty much as of right now, we have nothing else new on the body," Kylie said as she wrapped up her summary of the most recent victim, "All of the evidence hasn't came back from the lab or morgue yet, but I wouldn't hold my breath. This guy was always good."

"So… you guys had 4 bodies in a week and then this guy just fell off the face of the planet?" Charlie asked as he walked back into the conference room where they had set up, handing Kylie the cup of coffee he had gotten for her.

"Yeah this bastard is fourteen different types of crazy, but he's bound to misstep sometime," Lestrade said as he gave Kylie a curious look as she looked at her phone, getting up to take a call as she took her coffee with her.

"Let's just hope that he missteps before someone else gets killed," John said as he glanced over at the suspiciously silent Sherlock.

The man was silently eyeing Kylie as he looked through a stack of crime scene photos. John tried not to smile, as furious as his friend had been with him for lying to get him to come, he knew that Sherlock was silently happy to see Kylie once more.

Kylie walked back into the room, setting down her coffee, "Come on, some evidence just came in that we need to see."

Sherlock was the first to jump up from the table as Kylie led them towards the elevator once more. She pressed the down button as they all squeezed in. The doors shut and Kylie couldn't help but notice how close Sherlock was to her once more.

Goddammit.

She had just begun to feel as if she could move on, and then this happens. Her hormones were off the chars as just the smell of him made her want to shove him up against the wall and…

GOD! Seriously Kylie? Snap out of it! It's not going to happen! You two are finished. That's why you left London to begin with!

"Sexual Tension…" Charlie whispered teasingly into her ear from behind.

Knowing exactly where he was, Kylie shoved her elbow hard into his diaphragm, , effectively knocking the wind out of him and making him keel over in pain right as the elevator doors opened up.

Sherlock, John, and Lestrade all stared at Charlie as Kylie strolled out of the elevator as if nothing had happened. Sherlock smirked slightly before quickly following after Kylie, leaving John and Lestrade with an out of breath Charlie.

"Damn Woman," Charlie coughed as he stood up, trying to regain his breath.

Lestrade laughed lightly as the three of them walked down the hall, catching up to Kylie and Sherlock.

The group made their way down the hall, turning into a door labeled AUTOPSY, all of them entered except for Charlie who took one look at the door and made a strange whining noise as he took a few steps back down the hall and leaned up against the wall with his phone. Kylie realized that he wasn't behind them and popped her head back out the door.

"Charlie… what are you doing?"

"Oh, uh… I'm just going to make a phone call, you guys go ahead."

Kylie sighed, knowing when he was lying, "Did you sleep with the coroner?"

Charlie shut his eyes, as if expecting a punch from Kylie, before nodding slowly.

Kylie sighed once more, walking over to him.

"One night stand?"

"Yep."

"And you never called her again?"

Yet another nod.

Kylie sighed before grabbing Charlie by the ear and dragging him past Lestrade, Sherlock, and John and into the morgue.

"OW! Goddammit Kylie!" Charlie yelled before Kylie let him go.

Charlie cursed under his breath and shook his head before opening his eyes, freezing as he realized he was in the middle of the morgue standing across from a dead body as well as a very anger coroner.

"Hey Macie," Kylie said with a large smile, "You ready for us yet?"

"No, my report isn't ready yet," Macie said as eh looked up at them before glaring at Charlie.

Macie was the coroner that Kylie had met upon her arrival to San Diego. Kylie liked her. She was smart, sarcastic, and said what was on her mind. Charlie liked her too, but that was because she was a very pretty Asian woman with breasts.

"What about preliminary results?" Kylie pressed, "You called us about something?"

"Yes…" Macie said as she eyed the other people in the room with whom she was not familiar.

"Great!" Kylie said as she remembered she hadn't yet introduced everyone, "Macie, this is Detective Inspector Lestrade, Sherlock Holmes, and Dr. John Watson. They are with Scotland Yard and helping us with this case."

Macie eyed the men before she crossed her arms, "This was originally a serial killing in London, correct?"

"Yes, Jack the Ripper originally killed in London. Anyone with internet access should know that, let alone a forensic medical degree," Sherlock snapped, eager to get to the body, "The body? That is why we are here?"

Macie turned and glared daggers at him, "Excuse me?"

Sherlock opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, Kylie stomped on his foot in attempt to get him to shut up.

"So Macie," Kylie interjected quickly in order to distract her from Sherlock's comments and refuse to give them access to the body, "If you were to hypothetically kill Charlie…"

Charlie sighed in exasperation as Macie perked right up, enjoying the thought of it.

"WOW!"

"I know," Kylie grinned, "How would you do it?"

"Oh, come on…" Charlie tried to defend himself, but before he could, Kylie interjected once more.

"You see, I don't know about you, but I've been thinking about this a long LONG time. And the conclusion that I have come to, is I think I would strangle him. It would be extremely satisfying and there would be no trace because I would make it look like a hanging."

"There is always evidence, Kyleigha," Sherlock said as he approached the body and began looking with his magnifying glass, "there is always evidence, like the body in front of us."

"He's unfortunately right," Macie said glaring at Sherlock as he crossed even more boundaries in the lab, shoving himself right into the evidence, "Your best bet would be poisoning; insulin or potassium chloride. Virtually undetectable," she told Kylie with a smile.

"Ha ha," Charlie laughed uncomfortably as he scratched his neck, "okay, guys, real funny. Can we move on now?"

"I mean the safest thing would be to leave no body behind," Macie continued, ignoring Charlie.

"Yeah, you are right," Kylie said slowly as she thought for a moment, "No body, no crime. But would I have to chop his body into little pieces or could I just stick his entire body in a vat of acid and watch him rot away?"

"Why are you asking?" Sherlock announced, fully annoyed by the delay in gathering evidence, "you know the answer perfectly well. You have a doctorate in the subject as you so kindly remind me on a constant basis."

"I would chop him into little tiny pieces," Macie continued, ignoring Sherlock's protests once more, "I mean it would be satisfying. I think I would start with his di…"

"YEAH YEAH OKAY! Alright!" Charlie said as he threw his hands up, "Macie, I am sorry. You are right I should have called and I am a complete jerk. I am sorry."

Kylie and Macie both turned to look at him in shock.

"Did he just apologize?" Macie asked Kylie, not knowing if she had heard him correctly.

"Holy Mary, its Jesus's 38th miracle," Kylie muttered.

"Hmm," Macie said as she took off her gloves and grabbed her clipboard from behind her.

"The victim sustained multiple stab wounds to the abdomen before he ripped her open from pubic bone to sternum. No signs of rape, though I found lubricant and spermicide in her vaginal cavity."

"So, she had consensual sex right before she died?" Kylie clarified.

Macie nodded, "Her throat was slit last. Even these engravings were made when she was still alive. This poor woman went through a lot."

"Then why did no one hear her?" Charlie wondered out loud, "She was in the restroom at a crowded beach and going through torturous amounts of pain. She would have screamed."

"He drugged her," Sherlock said quietly as he pointed to a corner of the victim's neck… a very familiar place. It was the same exact place where Irene had dosed Sherlock all those months ago.

"It was rumored that for a little while, the Ripper dosed his victims into compliancy," he added.

"Is that?" Kylie asked breathlessly, recognizing the placement, as she looked up at Sherlock in blatant shock.

"Coincidence, I am sure," Sherlock responded to her.

Kylie nodded and went quiet. Irene wouldn't be a part of this, no matter how much of a scum that woman was. Kylie knew she wouldn't help to murder women. Irene was out for herself, but that woman wasn't a killer.

"Well her being drugged would explain why no one heard anything," Charlie said, putting the conversation back on track.

"He's right," Macie informed them, "the tox report came back with high levels of ketamine in her system."

"Special K?" Lestrade asked, "It's a street drug."

"Its also commonly used in hospitals," John interjected, turning to Macie, "Were you able to determine the grade?"

"Yep, hospital grade stuff."

"So we are looking for a doctor…" Kylie began before Sherlock stood up straight, ripped off his gloves, grabbed Kylie by the arm and yanked her out of the room.

"What? Sherlock!"

He pulled her down the corridor and down to the elevator, pulling her in by the hand.

"Sherlock, what is going on?" Kylie asked as neither of them noticed their hands were intertwined.

"The Ketamine, it's a lead."

"To what? I mean it is something new."

"Think Kylie," Sherlock said as he faced her, "These women are all prostitutes. They had health check ups every month for disease…"

"If we check the clinics that they went to, we may find our killer," Kylie finished, "That may be his selection pool if he was one of the clinicians who treated them."

"Exactly," Sherlock said breathlessly as his eyes sparkled with intrigue.

Kylie felt her heart flutter as months of pent up anger and hurt vanished instantly as everything went back to normal for a brief second between them.

She felt her eyes wander down his neck, not able to help reaching out and caressing the small patch of skin where the victim had had a puncture mark, the same spot that had been covered with a hickie all those months ago.

Sherlock stiffened under her touch, trying not to feel the fluttering of his own heart and warmth dispersing from her touch.

"What did Irene drug you with?" Kylie asked softly.

God, she had missed the feel of his skin…

"Kylie, we both know it wasn't her," he replied breathlessly as he tried to remain in control.

"I know, but it all fits so perfectly," she stated as she took a step closer to him.

They just stared at each other in silence.

"I am so unbelievably sorry for what I did to you," Kylie whispered to him, her eyes searching his.

She could have sworn that Sherlock had begun inching his lips towards hers where the elevator door beeped and then opened, snapping them out of their trance.

Kylie and Sherlock leapt apart only to see none other than Director Todd Hastings in front of them.

"Gibbs," Hastings said as he crossed his arms and stared pointedly at their still intertwined hands.

Kylie looked down and dropped Sherlock's hand as quickly as she could.

"Uh… sir… this is…" Kylie began stuttering nervously, before Sherlock put a smile on his face and presented his hand.

"Sherlock Holmes with Scotland Yard."

Hastings just looked at the hand before looking back up at his employee.

"Gibbs, my office, NOW!" he said as he stormed into his office, expecting Kylie to follow.

Kylie shut her eyes and dropped her head.

Short of her father showing up, this is the last thing she needed right now.

"Bring everyone else up to speed and find the connection," Kylie told him quietly as they stepped off the elevator, "I'll be in once I have my head ripped off."

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