Henry, much to Vicki's chagrin, decided along with a unanimous vote from Mike and Kate that Vicki needed to go home and rest.

"You're all pissing me off, you know that right?' Vicki said stomping out of the morgue. By now, it was daylight. The light was bright enough that Vicki's pounding head only got worse. At that point, her will to fight was dimished enough that she got into the car, lay back in the seat and closed her eyes. Mike stopped Henry by the arm.

"Hey, is she okay? She seems off," even Mike noticed. Kate waited for Henry's answer, she noticed too.

"She's fine, just a little stressed I guess. You want to talk to her about it?" Henry smiled and offered. Mike shook his head an adamant no. Mike poked Henry in the chest.

"That's your job now buddy!" Henry smiled. The car horn honked, Vicki was getting impatient now. She was tired, pissed and her head hurt. Henry got into the car looking over at her as he did.

"Want to stop for coffee?" he tried asking politely but immediately remembered she wasn't drinking caffeine until she knew. She rolled her head over at him, frowned and rolled her head back without an answer.

"Home then.." he mumbled.

The killer rested. He would have time later to get his plan into action. He thought of those honey-blonde locks adorning his room, the dark-haired one joining his other collection. It would be grand. Contrast, that's what he thought of the light-haired woman called Vicki. He worried a little thinking back to the magic he felt coming from them. They wouldn't notice though, he was too strong for that. His father had made sure that as long as he did as he was told, he could stay here on this earth. He could have his fun with his toys.

Henry carried a sleeping Vicki into the house. Gwen was up already, London was the only one awake in her highchair. Henry quietly told Gwen she wasn't feeling well and was not to be distrubed.

"Vicki doesn't like for the children to see her like this," Henry whispered. Gwen nodded, frowning slightly with worry at Vicki's appearance. Henry took her upstairs and tenderly undressed her. He put her in bed in nothing but a nightshirt and panties. She must have been whipped because she barely stirred as he undressed and redressed her. He brushed her hair from her face and kissed her. Henry went downstairs and told the children good morning. Henry explained to them that they had worked all night and that their mom was asleep. Abbie, of course, narrowed her eyes and said, hmmm..

He decided to call Mike before he and Kate got some rest to see what the information from Vancouver was.

"Seems like there some similar killings there last year. Same things, fingers missing, dark-haired women. They never caught the guy but they found his shrine, or whatever you want to call it," Mike told him over the phone.

"Shrine?" Henry asked.

"Yep. Seems he stuff his pillows with the hair, put the fingers in various poses throughout the bedroom, had woman's body parts for decorations so to speak" Henry, the vampire, was suddenly sickened. To sicken a hundreds-year old vampire took alot.

"DNA match, do we know?" Mike said not for certain but he had called for the samples from that case to be sent to Rajani to see if she could match up the markers and the glowing.

"How's Vic?" Mike asked. Henry told him she was sleeping.

"Try to make her rest Fitzroy, I know, that's like trying to get n elephant to tip-toe but you do have that power of persuasion," Mike was smiling over the phone, Henry could tell.

"Too bad it doesn't work on Vicki," Henry reminded him. Mike told him he would send over any new info as soon as he got it.

Henry sighed, hung the phone up and went to the bedroom. Vicki was still sound asleep. She was curled up on her side, her hands under her cheek, her mouth slightly open. Henry undressed and climbed in beside her. He spooned behind her carefully wrapping his arm around her stomach, pulling her closer to him. She moaned but didn't wake. He sniffed her hair then settled in to rest too. Henry had not seen Vicki like this is a long time, weak and vulnerable. He was concerned about her but knew if he said anything, it would only piss her off. He felt something evil when they were at the last crime scene. He hadn't said anything as not to alarm Vicki. He noticed her looking toward the crowd, the direction he'd felt it from too.

"I will protect you my love," Henry said softly, kissing her cheek. She snuggled down into him still not waking.

The killer stood outside the office of the PI. He licked his lips. He knew she wasn't here but someone was.

Imagine his delight when he saw Coreen, a little dark-haired girl sitting behind her desk...