A/N: Well, here it is. This is posted because I just took my very last final of the semester and I wanted to celebrate without gaining the weight I would if I ate cake.

The next morning, when Bobby woke up, he was pleasantly surprised to find that he had actually slept mostly through the night – waking only once to a nightmare he had quickly forgotten. He rolled out of the bed and noticed a suit bag hanging on the closet door with a note attached to it. "Bobby – I asked Wilma to stop by your apartment to get you a suit this morning so you could sleep in. I expect breakfast at seven. – Alex."

Bobby smiled slightly at the presumptions his partner had made. Not that he minded, of course. He was quite happy that Alex was finding her own comfort level with him the involved him making her breakfast and not minding that he spent the night in her spare room. Bobby looked at his clock and noted that it was six-thirty. Time to shower before he started making breakfast.

After showering quickly as he told Eames he would the night before, Bobby dressed in his suit, leaving his tie and jacket off as he went to make breakfast. He was a little surprised to find an order request from Eames waiting for him on the door of the refrigerator: "I'm expecting scrambled eggs; waffles and coffee made just the way I like it. Hop to it, Goren!"

Bobby chuckled as he rolled up his sleeves and set about making breakfast before his partner woke up.

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Wilma glared at all she passed, embarrassed to be out in the March weather dressed as ridiculously as she was in the costume Jeremy had insisted she wear to his super hero themed seventh birthday party. It had been a miracle Steven had even consented to let Jeremy have a party at Wilma's apartment, and no way in hell was she going to screw it up. She made a promise to herself that the party she gave him would be the best he'd ever had in his seven years. Somehow he had convinced Fin (read: begged and pleaded until the man gave in) to come as the Green Lantern and Bobby to dress up as Captain America. With both men on his side, it didn't take very long for the three of them to convince Wilma that she really wanted to dress up in the skimpy Wonder Woman costume for the party.

"Wow, Wilma, I didn't know you had a secret life," Rick Nolan joked when he saw his partner walk up to the crime scene dressed as Wonder Woman.

Wilma raised an eyebrow at him, "You've met my son, Rick. When he wants Mommy to dress up like Wonder Woman because he thinks she is Wonder Woman it's rather … difficult to find it in yourself to say no." At the look one of the techs was giving her she turned to him and said, "What? Haven't you ever heard of a themed birthday party for a seven-year-old! What's the deal, Rick?" she asked, turning her attention back to the body on the ground and her partner.

Rick shook his head slightly to get the scary image of his very angry partner with a whip out of his mind before saying, "Thirty-year-old woman found dead by her two children and her sister. The kids are in there with their aunt – I thought you might want to talk to them - and the woman's over here." He paused before saying; "I can go talk to them if you want, Wilma."

She shook her head, "No. Just let me get a look at the body and I'll talk to the kids."

Wilma looked at the crime scene through her detective persona, never once letting it slip and letting the mother in her out. The woman, Veronica Stephens, was strangled to death and her body mutilated and raped. It was difficult to tell what had been done pre-mortem and what had been done post, but Wilma could see so much anger in the scene that it made her head spin.

A drop of something hit her head and the detective glanced up only to see a growing stain of red appearing on the ceiling. "Rick," she called, pointing up. "Go see who lives up there. Take some uniforms with you, too."

Rick gulped, only just then noticing the stain. He nodded, "You talk to the kids and their aunt." He stopped to grasp at Wilma's arm, "We'll find this guy, Will. It's what we do."

Wilma nodded, knowing he was right, before she went off to check on the children and their aunt. She walked into the kitchen where the three were situated and noticed right away how the two children clung to their aunt like a life preserver. The little boys were seven and four, causing Wilma's heart to constrict in her chest as she wondered if one day Jeremy would find her like that. She prayed to God he'd never have to go through that.

With a small smile, Wilma sat down, retrieving her badge from the costume belt and handing it to the boys to look at, "Hi. I'm Detective Wilma Carson."

"Are you going to find the bad guys who did this to our mommy?" the older boy asked.

Wilma nodded, "Yeah, I am." She paused before asking, "What makes you think there was more than one bad guy?"

The boy shrugged, handing her badge to his younger brother, "There were three guys visiting Mommy yesterday. That's why we went with Auntie Chelsea today."

Chelsea Rogers, Veronica's older sister, squeezed her nephew's shoulder lightly, "It's okay, Kyle. It wasn't your fault. You know that."

"Kyle," Wilma said, adjusting herself in her seat before continuing, "That's a very nice name. What's your name?" she asked the younger brother.

"Cody," the little boy replied, his hand clutching the badge like it was the most important thing in the world. "Are you really a super hero?" he asked, his voice small, vulnerable and scared. So scared that the bad guys who had killed his mommy would come back for him and his brother.

Wilma never broke eye contact with the little boy as she said, "No, I'm not a super hero. But it is my job to catch the bad guys so they can't anybody else." She leaned forward, one of her hands cover both of Cody's, "Everything's going to be okay, Cody. We'll get the bad guys."

Chelsea gave her nephews one last squeeze before saying, "Guys? Why don't you go pack some of your clothes?"

Wilma nodded, "That's a good idea. Frankie," she called to one of the CSI workers, "Can you take them to get some of their clothes?" he nodded, leading the two boys through the living room while blocking their view of the mutilated body of their mother.

The detective turned back to Chelsea. "I noticed some pictures of Saint Mary and Saint John Francis Regis … was Veronica raising the boys Catholic?"

Chelsea nodded, tears in her eyes, "She was a good Catholic girl. I don't know who would do something like this to her."

Wilma sighed, "Did Veronica have any enemies?"

Chelsea shook her head, prompting Wilma to ask, "Why did you have the boys today?"

"Veronica asked me to take them to the zoo. She had promised them that they could go today … but then something came up."

"Did she tell you what it was?"

"No. All she said was that she had to stay at home and she didn't want to break her promise to Kyle and Cody."

"Okay." Wilma saw Rick walk back into the room, his face deathly white. Wilma handed Chelsea her card, saying, "If you remember anything else … or if something happens that you find suspicious; just call me."

Chelsea nodded as Wilma walked over to her partner. "What did you find?" she whispered softly.

Rick's eyes told his horror as he said, "Six more dead bodies, each one piled on top of the others. It looks like the perp wasn't expecting Chelsea and the boys to come back so soon. They wanted us to find Veronica in the room above with the others."

"Shit," Wilma said, closing her eyes for a moment as the full force of the news hit her. She had to track down a serial killer? This close to the date of the custody hearing? Not good. Not good at all.

"Will," Rick said softly, pulling his partner out of her revelry. "I think we should call Major Case."

"Why?" she asked, suddenly very angry and very defensive, "Because it's a serial killer? Because –"

"Because all of the victims were acting as undercover spies for one branch of the government or another," Rick whispered back harshly. "We don't need this press, Will."

She took in a shaky breath and nodded, "Okay. Call Van Buren and let her know."

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When Wilma walked back into her apartment, she found Bobby waiting for her in the living room while Jeremy played with some of his new toys and Fin cleaned up some of the trash. She gave them a weary look as she plopped down into one of the overstuffed chairs she loved so much.

"Where did Alex go?" Wilma asked after she had retrieved some level of control over her raging emotions.

Jeremy looked up and smiled toothily at his mother, "Aun' Alex went to change outta her cos'ume."

Wilma smiled slightly at her son's mispronunciation of the words before saying, "I think I'll go do the same. Be right back."

When Wilma had retreated into her bathroom to wash the blood out of her hair, she crumpled onto the floor, unable to do more than sob heavily as the image of that woman lying dead in her living room came back, along with the pictures of the saints adorning her home, and the two little boys wanting to know why their mommy had been killed so brutally when she was the best mommy in the world.

That was how Fin found her when he came looking after she had failed to reappear. He gathered her up into his arms, allowing her to cry on his shoulder as she let the tension just flood out of her body.

"Bad case?" he asked after she had quieted down.

Wilma nodded, "Serial killer. We sent it over to Major Case." Her bloodshot eyes met Fin's, "One of the victims was found by her two sons – seven and four."

Fin's only response was to hold her tighter, planting a small kiss on her forehead as she held on for dear life.

"Oh, crap!" she said after a few minutes more of silence.

"What?"

"I forgot to get my badge back from one of the boys!"

A/N: Chelsea and the boys may make a return appearance. What do you think? I really couldn't think of any good black, male super heros, so Fin became the Green Lantern b/c I like him ... even if he is blond haired/blue eyed.

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