A/N: Thanks for all of the reviews. They're what encourage me to keep writing. In this chapter, Morgana will explain how she came to come by the photos and the team will be told a startling discovery! I know I promised a kiss but there is going to be a lot going on so I will need to see if I can fit in. If I can, I will! I don't OWN Merlin!

Morgana had already anticipated my question as she had already thought of an answer for me. It couldn't have been more than a few seconds before she started speaking. Her voice not only professional but also relatively careful as if she was holding back. Something about her tone made me want to ask more but I know Morgana's not the type of person to give information if she doesn't want to.

"I got it from a source of mine. I had been keeping an eye out on the club for a few days previous but on the night of Marianne's murder, I ended up being called about to the office by Alvarr." Morgana told me, still grasping the cup of coffee in her hands.

At the mention of her editor, I couldn't help but frown. The man, although, seemed to be nice enough, there was something about the way he was with Morgana that I can't help but uneasy about. Merlin, I know, feels the same.

Morgana noticed my frown and gave me a frosty glare. I know I should have felt a little guilty for instantly disliking Alvarr but it's a brother's job to protect their sister. Even if your sister is like Morgana. Determined and fiercely independent!

As we fell into another silence, I seemed to finally realise that she had mentioned that she had been keeping an 'eye out on the club' and once again my frown returned. Although, Morgana's independence was endearing to me, there are also times when I wish she would just listen to my warnings.

It wasn't that I wanted to her not be independent as I did but sometimes she'd be slightly reckless and impulsive.

"Take care of yourself, Morgana. You've said it yourself. Richard Allen is up to something. I don't want you to get hurt." I told her, after a little while later.

For some reason, Morgana didn't snap or glare at me; instead I think she was thinking it was ironic. Uther, my Father, had been the one to remind her about looking after herself. She was the apple of his eye which meant, although, he wished she was something other than a Journalist, he was also proud of her.

I suppose my reminder had caused her to think of Father hence the ironic smile. Despite the fact that Father died a little over a year ago, I know Morgana is still very much affected by it.

"Don't worry about me, Arthur. I can take care of myself, you know that! God, I wonder what you're like with any women on your team. "

The mock exasperation in Morgana's voice was obvious but I couldn't help but wonder whether she was really was annoyed by how I was acting. When I spoke next, her eyes widened and I couldn't help but wonder why. It wasn't as if I was mentioning Guinevere for any particular reason.

"Of course, I worry about you, Morgs. You're my sister! Besides, I do have a woman police officer on the team. Her name's Guinevere…" As I thought of Guinevere and what she was probably doing, I couldn't help but trail off.

Just the simplest thought of her and my heart began to race. Guinevere, for the past few days, had even invaded my dreams. Most of them were connected with the case but more often than not, Guinevere would be the last person I would see.

Her hazel eyes, dark curls seemed to be something I couldn't get out of my mind. Apart of me, I think wanted Guinevere to be beside me when I woke and when I finally did; it was obvious it was all a dream.

Some of my more vivid dreams all featured Calmar and Guinevere and whilst I know you shouldn't pay any attention to them, there was something about them which meant that I would end up thinking about them for quite a while later.

I blinked my eyes, rapidly, as I saw Morgana lean forward and swept her hand in front of my face trying to get my attention. To my horror, I felt my face grow hot as I realised I'd stopped speaking entirely and as I saw Morgana smirk playfully, I knew she'd mention it.

"I'd like to meet this 'Guinevere', Arthur. She seems have caught your attention." She told me, smirking.

There was something in her smirk that I recognised and I instantly knew that Guinevere and Morgana would definitely get along. Or, at least, I hope they would. For some reason, them getting along seems important to me.

The rest of lunch went by faster as Morgana went on to talk about other things. Somehow, Morgana seemed to relax after the information about the case had been resolved and the conversation seemed to flow more. Luckily, I hadn't shown myself up by stopping speaking half way into a sentence again.

Hugging Morgana (this time I initiated it), I was surprised to realise I had actually enjoyed talking her. Apart of me, was thinking that lunch was going to be absolutely terrible but I suppose I had only been worried about what I would find out and whether she was connected to the case.

The journey to the police station from the café wasn't as long as I would have liked or desired and within half an hour I was making my way to CID.

As I did so, I couldn't help but hope that Lancelot and Guinevere aren't speaking, sitting or even glancing at each other. I know I'm being childish and dare I say it, jealous but a part of me couldn't help but want this feeling of calm to last.

To my relief, Lancelot wasn't near Guinevere when I came through the doors to CID. In fact, I couldn't even see him. Instead Guinevere was writing in her pad furiously whilst watching something on her computer screen.

The door must have banged as I walked through it as her lovely head snapped up and as soon as she noticed me in the doorway, she gave me one of her smiles.

"Someone dropped off a parcel on your desk, Arthur," Guinevere told me, a few seconds later, as soon as I had returned her smile.

Guinevere seemed to be busy and I wasn't surprised, really, as every time I see her she's either at her computer typing up paperwork or she's writing something down.

With a smile of gratitude, I thanked her before making my way into my office. As I did so, my mind was full of Guinevere but as soon as I noticed the parcel, my curiosity got the better of me.

I quickly went towards my desk and picked up the package. The parcel was an ordinary brown colour but as I opened the envelope, I could see something colourful was in it.

Something made me not want to touch whatever was inside as I couldn't help feel as if the parcel was somehow connected to case. Quickly, I bent down into one of the draws in my desk, looking for some gloves.

As soon as I had the gloves on, I emptied the contents of the envelope onto my desk which made an almighty clang as a red, almost maroon handbag collided with the table.

"Guinevere? Can you come in here for a sec?" I called, as I looked at the handbag on my desk.

Since Marianne's handbag wasn't found on her and we had found out that from Marianne's fiancé that she had taken her bag with her, I couldn't help but think that perhaps the handbag in front of me was Marianne's.

Guinevere must have noticed something in the tone of my voice as she came to the door of my office, looking worried.

However, as soon as she noticed the handbag on my desk, I saw her react immediately. Her eyes were wide with shock and I could see she was speechless. Her mouth opened and closed for a couple of seconds, showing perfectly white teeth before she composed herself and readied herself to speak.

"That's Marianne's." She breathed to me, edging closer into my office.

Even though, I had half suspected it, I couldn't help but look shocked at her words. Guinevere as soon as she had spoken seemed to have gone into professional mode as she then explained how she knew.

"I bought it her. It's unique." Guinevere explained to me, her eyes on the handbag.

Although, I knew I was giving Guinevere a sympathetic smile and I could see that she appreciated it, I knew she wanted to know whether the bag was hers or not. I suppose it being Marianne's would put a whole other spin to the case.

Picking up the handbag (with the gloves still on my hands), I looked inside. The handbag wasn't cluttered at all as the only items in there were a purse and a mirror. As I picked up the purse from inside the bag, I saw from the corner of my eye that Guinevere had paled at the sight of it.

I knew even before I looked into the purse and saw Marianne's ID that it was hers.

By this time, however, the team seemed to have all come back from lunch and as Merlin came into my office (without knocking; of course); he started to frown as he noticed the both of us.

I could imagine how we looked to him. Guinevere pale and transfixed, looking at the handbag on my desk whilst I was gazing at the purse in my hands, looking freaked out.

"It's Marianne's." I explained to him, as he stood against the door frame.

As soon as the words were out of my mouth, Merlin looked shocked. Guinevere wasn't as pale as she had been, by now, but Merlin seemed to want to comfort her as he edged towards her awkwardly. However, he didn't seem to know what to do or to say.

I think Guinevere knew that as she then began to ask a question about the handbag so that Merlin didn't have to do anything.

"Do you think the murderer sent it?" She asked us, her professionalism once again shining through.

Merlin shrugged and said it was possible but as I thought about it, I had to agree with him. Many perpetrators like to keep 'trophies' to remember their crimes and whilst the murderer may have kept Marianne's handbag as a 'trophy', why would he send it to the police?

I was just about to comment about that when the phone began to ring. With Merlin and Guinevere both still in my office, I felt a little rude to be on the phone but as I picked it up, I knew it was serious.

On the other end of the phone, sounding sombre was Gaius.

"Arthur." Even by the sound of his voice, I knew something was up and I began to hope he'd tell me what was wrong quickly.

"Gaius. Have you found something regarding Marianne Lewis?" My question seemed to hang in the air as Gaius grew quiet.

It wasn't long before he spoke again, only a few seconds later but it felt much longer. All the while, both Merlin and Guinevere were still watching me.

"Perhaps, I have, I don't know. Yesterday, in the early hours of the morning, a young woman's body was found on wasteland in the next town. It was given to Cenred as it was in his district. I was the coroner on the scene and I noticed were some similarities to Marianne's case which I thought you should be aware of." Gaius told me, quickly.

"What similarities?" I breathed out, just as quickly.

As if Gaius could sense my urgency or that I really wanted to know, he answered me straightaway and without hesitation.

"The victim was asphyxiated in the exact same way as Marianne. Upon further inspection, the young woman also had a 'C' engraved in her tongue."

I knew what his words meant or at least, what they would suggest but I needed to know more.

"Does Cenred know you're telling me this, Gaius? He won't be very happy if he finds out-"It was here were Gaius cut me off.

His voice impatient and tired as he spoke to me.

"Tristan's going to talk to him. The super seems to have noticed the similarities as he rang me up once I had given Cenred the post-mortem results and told me to tell you." He explained.

Gaius didn't seem to think there was much else he could tell me as he was going to send over everything he knew and what he himself had found out. He had told me to go and speak to Uncle Tristan before asking Cenred for what he had found out.

As I put down the phone, I was aware that Gwen and Merlin had not only watched me speak to Gaius but was eagerly waiting for me to tell them whatever he had told me.

I had wanted Gaius to tell me there weren't enough similarities for it to be a serial killer but he hadn't. He had simply told me the details.

A feeling of unhappiness rose up in me.

"It was Gaius. Cenred's team, yesterday, was given the case of a young woman who had been killed. There are similarities to Marianne's death," Guinevere, by the time, seemed to realise where I was going with this, but she didn't say anything.

It was Merlin, however, who spoke. Both curiosity and apprehension very obvious in his tone.

"What are the similarities are there exactly?"

I knew Merlin's question was coming but it didn't mean that I wanted to go into what Gaius had told me. I think a part of me wanted it to be purely coincidental but there seems to be too many coincidences at the moment.

Leaning against the side of my desk, I answered Merlin repeating everything Gaius had told me.

All the while, Merlin and Guinevere had listened to me with curiosity and something else I couldn't quite decipher. Whilst with Merlin I knew he was both interested and horrified with Guinevere, it seemed much harder to know how she was feeling.

"We have a serial killer on our hands, don't we?" Guinevere said, finally, voicing what we were all thinking.

Merlin glanced at her and then me and whilst he didn't say anything or answer her, I knew what he was thinking. Coincidences don't happen where Merlin's concerned and even less so, around other police officers.

"Not necessarily. We need to find out more about the case before we make that assumption." I told Guinevere, although, it was really aimed at the both of them.

Merlin nodded at my words but I could tell by his thoughtful look on his face that he disagreed with my words.

Guinevere, on the other, just looked stumped and if I'm honest, saddened by the events.

A/N: Well, there you go! I was hoping for the kiss to be in this chapter but there have been a lot of things happen in this chapter and I didn't want to overload you!

I also wanted to do it properly and not rushed, so I promise you it will be in the next. In the next chapter, it will become obvious that it's a serial killer and the idea of going undercover will raise its ugly head!

I hope you enjoyed this!

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