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XX- Where are you? I'll call Vicaro, I swear!

(Little Italy)

"Have you been to Little Italy yet since moving to NYC?" Flack asked as we walked to a crime scene.

"No, sadly this is my first trip." I said. "Though Danny mentioned coming here a few times."

"Messer loves Little Italy." Flack said. "Top of this building is our victim."

Flack and I started up the steps of a building in Little Italy. We'd received a call of a nude woman, dead on the roof. She had been found by the building manager who'd called us.

We walked out onto the roof. The girl was laying face down, bruises on her shoulders.

"Does she live here?" I asked.

"Building manager said no. I checked his background, he's clear." Flack said. "CSI is on the way."

"No obvious COD." I said. "She looks healthy."

"You trying to be a CSI now?" Flack smirked.

"No, I am just observing a few things." I said.

"I got officers questioning people in the building." Flack said.

"What do we have?" Mac said walking up to us.

"Building manager found her this morning. He's clean. She doesn't live in this building." Flack said.

"Rora, looks like we're finally in Little Italy." Danny said.

"I wish it were under better circumstances." I said.

"Danny, take pictures. I'll see what I can get from the body." Mac said.

Danny snapped off pictures while Mac examined the body.

"She's exceptionally clean." Mac said.

"You think she was washed before dumped?" I asked.

"Possibly. Of course she could've just been undressed and carefully placed here." Mac said.

"Can you tell a cause of death?" Danny asked.

"No, she seems in good health, no signs of trauma besides these bruises on her shoulders." Mac said.

"Those bruises appear to be the shape of hands." Danny said.

"They do. Rigor hasn't set in…she couldn't have been dead long." Mac said. "We need to get her to Hawkes. Maybe he can explain to us what happened to this woman. He can fingerprint her; see if we can ID her."

"Officers in the building found out nothing. No one knows who she might be." Flack reported.

"We got nothing but her body then." I said.

"That's a place to start." Mac said.

"Well while our Jane Doe is off to visit Hawkes. I am taking Aurora out to lunch." Danny said.

"That's fine, just be ready for when Hawkes calls with autopsy results." Mac said.

"Lunch?" I asked.

"We're in Little Italy and you've never been here. I can't let you be here and not eat." Danny smiled. "Besides its lunch time and I'm starving. And anytime Mac buys dinner it's a hotdog from a street vendor."

"You said you didn't mind." Mac said.

"Aurora, I am headed back to the station. I am gonna check through missing persons for anyone she resembles." Flack said.

"Let me know if you find anything. Call me if you need me." I said.

I watched as Mac and Danny put the body in a black body bag and put her on a gurney to be taken to the medical examiners office.

"Now lunch, what do you want to eat?" Danny asked.

"You're the expert on Italian things. The only Italian foods I know are the common ones like pizza, spaghetti, rigatoni, Chef Boyardee." I said.

"Oh are you in for a treat. Come on, I know where to take you." Danny smiled.

I followed him down the stairs and out of the building. We walked down the street a few blocks to restaurant Danny walked into. I followed him and we were seated at a booth in the back.

I sat down and Danny slid in next to me on the same bench.

"So what is good here to eat?" I asked.

"Everything, Italian's don't make bad food." Danny said. "Here, I'll look at the menu with you."

I picked it up and tried to figure out what some of these dishes were. Danny leaned over and started pointing out things.

"Gnocchi is dumplings made with potatoes. Pasta Fagioli is pasta with pork, tomato sauce and cranberries. Prosciutto is specially aged ham. Ciabotta is a beef and vegetable casserole." I listened as Danny explained a list of things to me.

"What are you getting?" I asked him.

"Chicken tetrazzini. It's really good here." He said. "You?"

"Manicotti." I said. "That sounded good."

"It is." Danny said.

"Of course it all sounded great. If I get here too much I won't fit in any of my clothes." I laughed.

"You're fine, quit worrying. Besides you can't come to Little Italy and not eat…it's against the law." Danny smiled.

I laughed. "You're so cute."

"So are you. By the way, BoSox lost last night." He smirked.

"Hey! Oh you're still mad because you had us down with a lead of 3-0 and we came back and swept you, keeping you out of the World Series." I said.

"Don't bring that up!" Danny smirked.

"Oh it's brought up, and I'm gonna gloat." I laughed.

"How can someone as smart as you cheer for the Red Sox.?" Danny asked.

"I have good taste." I said.

"Obviously not, if you had good taste, you'd have asked me out the first day you saw me." Danny winked.

"I have good taste; I'm not desperate." I winked back.

Danny and I fell into a big debate about baseball. I was so used to this between him and Don. Mac was the only one that didn't ride me about cheering for Boston, although he was still a Yankees fan.

Soon our food arrived and baseball was forgotten. Danny was right, the food was amazing. I even took a few bites of his chicken.

"Danny, we have to come here again sometime." I said.

"Anytime, just let me know." He smiled. "I'll get the check and we can head out."

"No, I'll get it." I said. "You've paid the last few times we had a meal together."

"No, I am paying for lunch. End of discussion." Danny said.

"But…"

"Aurora Dawn, quit arguing and let me pay for lunch already. I'll bring up the Steelers." Danny smirked.

"Fine, you win." I said.

Danny smirked knowing he'd won and went to the counter. I smiled and got ready to leave.

"Ready?" Danny asked.

"Yes and thank you. You didn't have to do that." I said as I followed him out of the restaurant.

"Will you stop? I wanted to." Danny said.

We stopped at the corner waiting for the light to change.

"I really enjoyed that. Thank you." I said.

Danny took my hand and kissed my knuckles. "Prego, ragazza molto bella."

I smiled. "You know, every time you start talking in Italian…even if I don't know what you're saying it makes me weak in the knees." I said.

"Told you I have a way with ladies." Danny winked.

"I am telling you…talking like that you could get more ass than a toilet seat." I said and we started across the street.

Danny laughed. "I'll keep that in mind. But regular dates and girls I am trying to pick up don't get Italian. I save that for special people."

My cell phone rang. "Denton."

"Aurora, its Mac. Meet me at the ME's office. Hawkes called me. Is Danny still with you?" he asked.

"Yeah, Danny is here. We're on our way now." I said and hung up.

"That Mac?" Danny asked.

"Yeah. Hawkes called him. We need to get to the morgue." I said.

"I'll drive. Maybe we can find the Yankees afternoon game on the radio." Danny winked.

"You make me hear one word about Jeter, A-Rod or that turncoat Damon, and Hawkes will be doing your autopsy." I grinned.

Danny laughed and we climbed in an SUV.

(Morgue)

"Hawkes, what do you have on our Jane Doe?" Mac asked as we walked in.

"I lifted her prints." Sheldon said and handed the card to Mac. "You were right, she was a healthy female, age 20-25. Problem is her teeth are perfect so if those prints don't pan out, dental records will be unlikely."

"COD?" Danny asked.

"Other than the bruised shoulders she had no signs of trauma. All I could find was an injection wound here." Hawkes pointed to her forearm. "I ran a tox screen; she died of a heroine overdose."

"But there were no syringes at the crime scene." I said.

"Think she could've shot up somewhere else and then died on that roof?" Danny asked.

"But why would she be nude on top a roof. We found no clothes either." Mac said.

"This woman was not a junkie. She has no track marks from previous abuse, just the one injection site. And the bruises on her shoulders are post-mortem." Hawkes said.

"Someone bruised her after she was dead, that makes no sense." I said.

"You're telling me. The bruises have the thumb near the neck on both shoulders. But if these were bruises from transporting her, the bruises would have the pinky by the neck." Sheldon explained.

"So someone injected this woman with heroine to kill her, but why bruise her after she's dead? What was he trying to do?" I asked.

"That's what we have to find out." Mac said. "Any signs of sexual assault?"

"Inconclusive. I ran a rape kit. No bodily fluids but found lubricant from condoms in the vagina." Hawkes said.

"I'll check with Flack and see what he's found. Maybe that will lead somewhere." I said.

"I'll run the prints through AFIS." Mac said.

(Late Night, Station)

"Flack, we got nothing on this case. Mac couldn't find any print matches in the system. We have no evidence from the scene. And no one matches this woman's description in Missing Persons." I said.

"Yeah…we might as well call it a night. Wanna grab a drink? I think the sports bar down the street is showing the hockey playoffs." Flack said.

"Yeah sure, but I am gonna head out early. I am tired." I said.

Flack's cell phone rang. He answered it while I cleared off my desk.

"Hold up Rora. We got another call." Flack said.

"What's up?" I asked.

"Dead girl found on a rooftop in Brooklyn." Flack said.

"What? Another one. Let's roll, I'll call CSI." I said and hurried out with Flack.

Flack and I rode to the crime scene. It was in a bad section of Brooklyn. We walked on the rooftop on had a déjà vu.

A female was completely nude, lying face down. She looked clean, no obvious COD. But she had bruises on her hips.

"Don…we got a serial killer on our hands." I said.

"Yeah…two girls dead in one day." He said.

"We gotta move fast. At this rate, he'll kill again and soon." I said.

"Whoa, same thing as this morning." Danny said, walking up with Mac.

"What's the story?" Mac asked.

"Couple of teenagers snuck up here to fool around. They found her and called it in. No one from the building recognizes her, she doesn't live here. Same as this morning, no evidence lying around." Flack said.

"Serial Killer." Mac said.

"And he ain't wasting time. We have to solve this before more girls die." I said.

Mac bent down and looked at the girl. "She is healthy just like the last one……I doubt either of these girls were prostitutes."

"Maybe these girls are connected to each other somehow?" I said. Danny started taking pictures of the crime scene and body.

"Possible, but more than likely this guy is finding a way to lure women into trusting him. Women that don't easily jump in cars with strangers." Mac said.

"Flack, get on the 11 o'clock news. We need to warn the women of the city what is going on." I said.

"Yes, warn them, but be careful not to cause all out panic and riots." Mac said. "Just tell women to keep their guard up and report anything suspicious."

"You got it." Flack said.

"Aurora, you ride with me and Danny. I am gonna have Hawkes do this autopsy immediately. If we find out something, we might be able to save more girls." Mac said.

"You got it." I said. "Don, I'll call you if we get anything."

"Danny, let's get her bagged. We don't have time to waste." Mac said.

(Morgue)

Mac, Danny and I were sitting outside of the morgue while Hawkes ran the autopsy. I sighed, wishing there was more we could do.

"We'll get him Aurora." Mac said. I looked at him. "I know that determined look on your face. And I know you want to save other girls. We'll solve this."

"I hope you're right." I said.

"I am ready for you." Hawkes said.

We all walked into the morgue.

"What did you find?" Mac asked.

"Like this morning's victim, she is healthy and the only signs of trauma are the bruises on her hips. Which is also post-mortem." Sheldon said. "And they also are hard to figure out. They are hand prints, but in an unlikely place for marks left during dumping the body."

"Was she overdosed on heroine?" Danny asked.

"Yes, only her injection mark was on her neck. No defensive wounds. Nothing under her nails." Hawkes said.

"Was she raped?" Mac asked.

"I ran a rape kit. This time I found condom lubricant in her rectum." Hawkes said. "Lubricant is consistent with the brand used in the morning victim."

"The bruises are from sex." I said.

"Why do you think that?" Danny asked.

"It just came to me. Both girls showed signs of sexual activity." I said and took Danny's hands. "This morning's victim had hand print bruises on her shoulders that would be consistent with a man gripping a woman during sex face to face, like this." I put his hands on my shoulders. "And this Jane Doe has bruises on her hips. Look at the bruises they are consistent with bruises that could be left when having sex from behind." I turned around and put his hands on my hips for emphasis.

"That makes sense. I never considered the possibility of the sex taking place post-mortem." Hawkes said.

"A necrophiliac?" Mac asked.

"It's possible. I'll run pelvic and rectal exams, see if I can find any tearing that happened peri- or post-mortem." Hawkes said.

"Good observation Aurora, you wanna work on my staff?" Mac smiled.

"No thanks, just glad I could help." I said.

"I am going to run this girl's prints through AFIS. Maybe we can get a hit on her." Mac said. "Danny wait with Aurora for the results of what Sheldon is doing."

Danny nodded and Mac left. We sat on a bench and waited.

"Aurora, are you okay?" Danny asked.

"I am fine. Just tired is all. And my nerves on edge waiting for a call about another dead girl any minute." I said.

"Like Mac said, we'll get this guy." Danny said. "And until we do you are not to be out alone, or without your gun."

"Yes dad." I joked.

"I'm serious. I care about you. I don't want you to wind up dead on a roof." Danny said.

I smiled and laid my head on his shoulder. I took a deep breath trying to calm my nerves. Sheldon walked out.

"Aurora, you were right on the money. Rectal tears in the second victim were post-mortem." Hawkes said.

"This is some sick bastard we're looking for." Danny said.

"I'll get started looking for our registered sex offenders with a history of necrophilia." I said.

"I'm headed back to the lab. See if Mac got a hit on the prints." Danny said.

(Station)

"Don, you're never going to believe this one." I said and sat down on his desk. "I just came from the autopsy of the second victim. Yes, she died of heroine overdose. So we definitely have a serial killer on our hands."

"Christ…well at least the women of the city know to be careful. I looked great on the news." Flack said dryly.

"There's more. Good you're sitting down for this. Both victims were raped, post-mortem. We're looking for a necrophiliac." I said.

"We got DNA?" Flack asked.

"No, we're looking for a smart necrophiliac. He is using condoms, we have no DNA; just residue of the lubricant used on condoms." I said.

Don rubbed his eyes. "Danny gets a threesome and a sex party with you and Aiden; and I get the freak screwing dead girls." He said sarcastically.

I smiled. "Don't feel bad Don. If you want, you can walk around saying you're having a threesome with me and Aiden. And I ain't going to any sex parties again, but I'll walk through Spencer's with you."

Flack chuckled.

"Come on, let's look through the registered sex offender databank. Find out who has a history of necrophilia." I said.

"Right behind you…I put on some fresh coffee a bit ago." Don said.

We sat at a computer and looked over several known necrophiliacs. We compiled a list of those out on parole.

My cell rang. "Denton."

"Aurora, its Mac. We got a hit on prints from the second victim. She is Sandra Mulligan from Queens. She is a substitute teacher." Mac said.

"All teachers have to be fingerprinted." I said.

"Get Flack, we're going to her apartment. I've already woken a judge." Mac said.

"We're on our way." I said.

(Queens)

When we arrived at Sandra's apartment in Queens, we found she had a roommate at home. The roommate's name was Tammy Carlett. We told her Sandra was dead.

"Tammy, we're so sorry about your loss." I said.

"Sandra was such a nice girl. She was trying to get a new job." Tammy cried.

"When was the last time you saw Sandra?" Flack asked.

"Early this morning. She had an appointment to meet a man about a job she saw in the newspaper." Tammy said.

"Where was the interview?" I asked.

"I don't know. She just called the guy yesterday." Tammy said.

"Do you know what company she contacted?" I asked.

"No, she just said it would be more money than she was making subbing." Tammy said.

"Do you mind if we look around her room?" Mac asked.

"No, go ahead." Tammy said. Mac and Danny went to search Sandra's bedroom.

"Miss Carlett, is there anything we can get you?" I asked. "Water, can we call someone for you?"

"No, I'll have my boyfriend stay with me tonight. I'll call him." She said and went to the phone.

"Bingo." Danny said and walked out of the bedroom.

"That took two seconds." Flack said.

"We found a newspaper next to Sandra's bed. Circle around the job she called about." Danny said.

"What kind of job is it?" I asked.

"Governess. Advertises it will pay $15 an hour." Mac said.

"Does it give an address?" I asked.

"No but it does give a number, but no one answered when I called." Mac said.

"Aurora, get in contact with the paper, see who placed that add. I'll talk to the phone company and see what address goes with the number." Flack said.

"I'll go with Flack, Danny go with Aurora." Mac said.

We left the building. The sun was starting to rise. Danny drove the SUV downtown to the news paper office.

"Think they're open?" I asked.

"We'll wake them up. Girls are dying." Danny said.

Danny and I walked in to the offices of the paper. One receptionist was working.

"Mam, NYPD, we need to speak with you." Danny said.

"What is the problem?" she asked.

"We need to know who placed this ad." I said and handed her the paper with the circled article.

"Let me check the records." She said and went into the back room.

"We leave here; I'm buying us some coffee." Danny said.

"Thanks." I said.

We waited a few moments and the woman returned with a folder.

"That ad was ordered last week by an Anthony Westin. He used a credit card." She said and gave us the folder.

"Thank you." Danny said.

I grabbed my cell phone and followed him out of the building.

"Flack, the newspaper ad was placed by an Anthony Westin." I said and climbed in the SUV.

"I'll run a check on that name." Flack said.

"He paid with a credit card. Run a check on those too." I said.

(Suspect's Apt. Building)

Flack and I walked up to the apartment registered Anthony Westin. We had out guns drawn. Mac and Danny were on their way.

Flack pounded on the door. "NYPD." He yelled.

Slowly the door opened and a man peeked out at us.

"Anthony Westin?" I asked.

"He's not home. I'm his roommate." The guy said and opened the door more.

"You got some ID?" I asked.

"You got a warrant?" he sneered.

Flack pushed the door open. "You want to show us some ID like the lady asked."

The guy threw a wallet at Flack while I held my gun on him. Flack opened it. "ID says Ken Mattan."

"That's me, now what you doing here?" he asked.

I put my gun away. Flack tossed him his wallet. "Where is your roommate?"

"What do you want with him?" he asked.

"Why don't you quit with the attitude and just tell us where he is?" I asked.

"Why don't you suck my dick?" Ken sneered.

Before I could blink Flack grabbed him and pushed him against a wall. "You don't talk to her that way. She's an officer and you respect her. You understand me? Now answer the question, where is Westin?"

"Flack, calm down." I said. "Now where is he?"

"Said he had a meeting downtown at some restaurant." Ken said.

"Which restaurant?" I asked.

"Marcel's." Ken said.

"You better be telling us the truth." I said.

Mac and Danny walked in.

"I'm taking Mr. happy pants here downtown, see what else he knows. You get to Marcel's and arrest Westin." Flack said.

"I'll go with her. Danny process this place." Mac said.

Mac and I hurried down to the SUV. I drove downtown as fast as I could. When we arrived at Marcel's we walked in. The place was pretty empty this time of morning. There were only a few people in there, and only one man. The man was sitting with a woman.

Mac and I walked over to their table.

"Anthony Westin?" I asked.

"Yes." He said.

"NYPD." Mac said and flashed his badge.

Westin jumped up and attempted to run. Mac grabbed him. He punched Mac, but I grabbed his arms and twisted his wrist.

"Lady, this is police brutality. You're hurting me." Westin screamed.

"This ain't nothing." I said as Mac cuffed him. "Wait till the boys in Attica find out you're a necrophiliac."

Mac and I dragged him out. I asked the woman he was with to come with us. She was confused.

At the station, we found the woman had answered the same ad in the newspaper, and Westin had asked her to meet him there to discuss the job. Mac had patted down Westin and found heroine and syringes. Danny had processed Westin's apartment and found a trunk containing women's clothing.

"DNA from the clothes back yet?" I asked Mac.

"Danny is on it." Mac said.

"I am going to talk to Westin. Maybe he'll talk to me. Of course I'll have to play dead." I said.

Mac smiled and followed me into the interrogation room with Flack.

"Westin, want to tell us about this ad you put in the paper? You have no children. Why would you need a governess?" I asked.

Westin remained silent.

"We found the porn…you have a real fetish for the dead." Flack said.

Still Westin said nothing.

"We have those girls' clothes, we have heroine we found on you. Heroine that you used to murder two women." Mac said. "Women you lured to you with an ad in the newspaper."

"You planned this. You had a thing for the dead…you had fantasized about necrophilia….but then fantasies weren't enough anymore." Flack said.

"So you placed that ad to get women to respond. Then you would have them meet you." I said.

"And when they trusted you, you injected them with enough heroine to kill them. Once they were dead, you raped them, and then threw them away." Mac said.

"Tell us who the first woman was." Flack said.

Westin still said nothing.

"Tell her who she is so we can tell her family and give them some peace. Tell us her name, and we'll talk to the DA on your behalf." Flack said.

"Bianca. Bianca Tennison." Westin finally said.

(9:00 Sports Bar)

"Did you talk to Bianca's family?" I asked Flack as he joined us. A bunch of us were relaxing after work.

"Yeah, she was from Jersey." Flack said.

"Sheldon, easy on the drinks." I said. Hawkes had joined us and was on his third beer. I was on my first.

"Where are Stella and Aiden?" Danny asked.

"Aiden had a date." I said.

"Stella had one too." Mac said.

"Stella and Aiden have dates and I am here with you four…man I am a loser." I joked.

"You love us." Flack said.

I laughed. "I suppose it could be worse."

"Yeah, A Steelers game could be on instead of the Mets." Danny said.

"Don't go there. I'll bring up the ALCS." I said.

Mac smiled at me as Danny rolled his eyes and laughed.

"Fine, I am very happy to be here with the four greatest men in NYC." I sighed and smiled. "But I am tired."

"You haven't slept in forever, no wonder. Rora, go home, get some sleep." Flack said.

"I hate being a party pooper." I said.

"We understand you're tired." Mac said.

"A few more beers and I'll go home." I said.

"I'll take you. I am heading in early tonight too. I need to do laundry again." Danny said.

"There's a change." Flack rolled his eyes.

"Mac, how's your face? Westin hit you hard." I said.

"I'll be fine. You did a great job subduing him and assisting me." Mac smiled.

"Thanks." I smiled. "Where is the waitress? I want another beer."