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I am so very sorry It's took so long to get another chapter out to you guys. It's a short one but hopefully now I'm back underway. Fanfiction unfortunately as kinda been on the back burner of late but now I'm back so watch out for another chapter following this one.
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Now with out anything further to say here is the next chapter...
Criminal Intent
Chapter Three: Through The Eyes Of A Killer
The Bomber smiled as he put the finishing touches on his latest creation. It was truly a work of art. Beautiful in everyway. He looked down at the bomb and smiled. He'd signed it but the signature was different. He'd used a mobile for the trigger this time. He didn't want to seem predictable.
That just wouldn't do. They were the supposed to be the number two crime lab in the country second only Quantico. Now it was time they proved it. He'd give them a puzzle to solve, one they'd remember for the rest of their days. He'd teach them for taking his Star from him.
He would show them. He would win back His Star from them. This would show his Star how committed he was to them. And that next to his devotion His Star would see that they were better off with him and not the stupid CSI team that had filled His Star's head with complete lies.
He ran a hand over the sleek casing of the bomb feeling a sense of pride and a thrill at the thought of soon putting it to use. It would be a beautiful explosion and soon Las Vegas would be brought to its knees. It was something he was looking forward to seeing. He imagined the explosion in his head.
An explosion of colour and flame. Flames had come to be something of an obsession to him hence the reason the explosions were so important they proved to be an entertainment while he showed the CSI's who truly was the Master. And that he would stop at nothing to get back his Star from their clutches.
He had been keeping a close eye on their progress, he needed to know at what point they were at. He had long since given up the fear that they would catch him. He would only be caught on his terms and if he wished it. And since now was not the time nor was it prudent to the plan he had spent all these months putting together he would remain one step ahead of them.
Something that would remain easy because he had an advantage. They thought they were the best. They thought they could catch anyone they put their minds too but that was before he had come into their lives. And once again he smiled. They only had their selves to blame for that. If they had let His Star make his own decisions then none of this would have happened.
And before he was finished the CSI and Las Vegas would be on their knees begging for him to stop but he would not stop. He would not stop until they realised how they had wronged him and they gave him his Star back. The Bomber smiled at the memory of his Star. Once his Star was showed the truth about those that had stolen them from him his Star would return of that he was sure.
The Bomber was impressed. They were good. Quicker than he expected they'd scoured that scene with more accuracy than he'd planned. But that was okay. He was better. He was quicker and before long they'd be on their knees. He had a plan. Soon they'd be stretched in so many different directions they wouldn't know which way to turn for the right answer.
He'd show them the meaning of being the Best. They would bleed before he was done. They would suffer before he finished his game. They were good, he'd learned from the best, but he was better and soon he'd have them on their knees. They'd know pain before he was through with them. When he was through with them they wouldn't know what hit them. And then they would know the meaning of his pain. They would know what they had taken from him. And before he was done the might of Las Vegas would come crumbling down around their heads.
He smiled. It was nearly time for another phase of the game. He felt the familiar excitement as he carefully packed his things careful to leave only the trace he wanted to found careful to leave no prints. Oh, he knew their game, he knew what they would look for but they would not find it before he wanted them to find it.
He ran his hand over his newest creation again feeling elation at finally finishing it and being able to use it. He packed it carefully into his bag ready to set up and then stand back and watch the fireworks.
As he finished packing he turned his attention to his reflection. This is where he needed to be careful. He wanted to be close enough to watch but to do that he needed to make sure he was covered. He took his time.
He had all the time in the world. This needed to be right. He shaved carefully leaving no marks then covered his eyes with coloured contacts and added glasses to his face. He ran a hand through his shaggy hair and smirked. There were times when he didn't recognise himself so there was no way those around him would. That made him all the more dangerous.
And he liked that. When this was over he would be the one to bring the best CSI lab to its knees. He would conquer them and leave them reeling.
He glanced in the mirror one last time before saluting at the picture of his Star. The one thing he had kept of himself since all this began. "Soon." He whispered to himself. "Soon I'll have you back and then nothing will keep us apart again. I promise." He touched the picture's face softly.
The pain he felt at knowing His Star had been taken from him rose again along with the old anger and then he turned away. He needed to be calm. Now was not the time to think of the future. Now was the time to make the future that had been taken from him happen.
He glanced one more time in the mirror satisfied that there was nothing he recognised in the mirror before picking up his bag and leaving the place that had become his home to plan his revenge.
To watch his toy explode and to watch as once again he made the self-proclaimed city of sin burst into flames.