"Jim, Jim," Carlos repeats over and over through the phone.

Jeff parrots the medical examiner as Jim sits in the driver's seat, the phone remains in his hand, but he is as still as a statue, frozen in shock.

"Jim, you're scaring me, what is it?" Jeff asks.

"Thanks, Carlos," Jim tells him numbly, before ending the call.

"Why? Is it something to do with mum?" Jeff asks again.

Jeff knows that it is, just by looking at the detective.

"Jim, please, what is going on?!" Jeff almost shouts, his voice laced with terror.

"Jeff…" Jim tries to find the words, but nothing he can think of would be good enough. "We need to go to Atlanta," Jeff decides, "please, just DO SOMETHING!"

Something inside Jim clicks and he tosses his phone onto the dashboard. He puts the car into gear, flips on the sirens and lights and pulls out, the wheels spinning furiously; the force sending them back into their seats. The trip to the FDLE precinct is short, but extremely quick, they arrive within minutes.

"What are you doing?!" Jeff shouts, "We need to go to Atlanta!"

"Jeff, she would be halfway there by now," Jim responds, "I'm going to call Atlanta PD, get them to go round and protect her. I need to figure out who this person is, there is something that she wants us to know. Everything was perfect, okay?" Jim responds, calmly, but visibly deflated.

Jeff's eyes are red and he is angry, but Jim deals with their predicament logically, he has to if there is any hope of catching the killer. Jeff shakes his head, but he knows they would never get there in time.

They walk into the precinct together, making straight for Jim's office. Colleen bumps into them on her way to the morgue to see Carlos, but know not to interrupt them; it is something about Jim's demeanour that makes her keep her distance. She continues on her way to the morgue, where the third victim is with Daniel and Carlos.

"What's up with Jim?" She asks as she sees the pair.

Carlos shows her the same photo that he sent to Jim.

"Personal?"

"The only person who has any personal connection to the case is Jim," Carlos replies half-heartily.

"Callie?" Colleen concludes.

They nod.

"So, what connects these three women and Callie?"

Daniel looks at the girl, then his eyes widen. Quickly, he runs to his computer. Sensing he has something to share, Colleen and Carlos follow him.

"How could I have missed it!" Daniel tells himself.

"Care on telling us?" Manus enquires.

"I was looking at financials of our two other victims, they are wear white, yes? With flowers?"

"They're brides," Carlos realises, "but why keep the crime scenes different?"

"The note said one more, which makes four victims, what has four verses and is associated with weddings?" Daniel sounds almost quizzical.

Carlos and Colleen look at him with blank expressions.

"Something old, something new, something borrowed, something…"

"Blue," Carlos interrupts.

"It fits, the dress, the bracelet, but what about our third victim?"

All three of them look at her through the glass divider.

"The killer left something on the body," Colleen smiles.

They rush back into the morgue, and study her.

"What are we looking for?" Daniel asks.

"Anything that looks out of place, an odd sock if you will," Carlos replies.

They all study her once again, looking her up and down, at every detail, the grains of sand in her hair, the creases in her dress…

"Hey, look," Colleen points to a clip holding back her hair, it is a tortoiseshell colour, something that definitely is amiss with the specially chosen outfit. Carlos removes the clip with his gloved hands and handles it carefully.

Woven in between the clip's teeth are numerous strands hair, many are the same shade of blonde as the victim.

"Daniel, can you pass me the tweezers?" Carlos asks.

Immediately, they are placed in his palm. Gently, he pulls out a strand of brown hair and holds it up to show the others.

"Got you, you son of a bitch!" Colleen smiles.

"Err, that would be daughter, but never mind," Jim butts in, poking his head through the open doorway.

"You okay?" Carlos asks.

"Yeah, I've phoned Atlanta PD, they've got a protective detail on Callie," he replies, exhaustedly.

"Our killer is targeting newlyweds," Daniel interrupts, "something old, something new, something borrowed…"

"Something blue," Jim interrupts again, "…Callie's uniform, it's blue."

"So how did our killer find her victims?"

Carlos, Colleen and Daniel all turn to Jim.

"Why do you expect me to know?" He asks them.

"Hey, you're planning a wedding, who do you come into contact with?" Colleen fires back.

"We don't do much, we just leave it…to our wedding planner. Daniel?"

"I have the two addresses you gave me earlier, but we haven't spoken to them yet, because of Jeff," he responds.

"Call them in, we need to find her."

"Jim, it's half ten at night, what makes you think that they are going to come in?" He replies.

"They may employ a murderer, you think that might be enough to persuade them?" Jim retorts, so harshly his body tenses up as it he is going to explode.

Daniel moves quickly to his desk, like a schoolboy who has received detention for not doing his homework.

"You shouldn't treat him so harshly," Colleen frowns at Jim, "I know it's been a rough day for you, but there is no need to take it out on him."

The detective sighs before leaving the room, he is so tired and feels like a burnt out punching bag. When he re-enters his office, Jeff is asleep in his chair. As quietly as possible, he finds the blanket that he keeps in one of his cupboards and places it over the boy. Jeff moves a little, but settles quickly. Jim is amazed that he is able to sleep so soundly, after all that has happened.

It took him a few days to finally get over his first case in Chicago, when a teenager was killed. His stepfather had killed him, he had planned it from the beginning. It was horrific the brutal way that the boy was murdered, Jim would never forget. It was the most traumatic thing he had seen, that boy was only a few years older than Jeff is now. The fear that the parent felt for her son was the same that he had felt earlier. A single tear falls down his cheek, if Jeff was gone forever, how would he tell Callie? He couldn't bear it. He had never seen himself as a dad before, but after today, he knows that he has something more than friendship with Jeff. He would never replace Ray, but he'd make sure that he would be there for him, no matter what.