When Julia was analyzing some more of Tyler's personal effects, she was now looking for more signs of Oleoresin Capsicum and frowned as she kept finding nothing. "There's no way that's possible," she whispered as she analyzed her results twice and then saw Mac coming in. "Nothing matches. No Oleoresin Capsicum on Tyler's personal effects, although it's in his eye."

"We're still analyzing the body of Wyatt," Mac assured. She looked at the results and frowned before looking at his sweater and frowning. "You'll find the link. You found bigger links with a lot less before. So don't worry. Give it a little more time," he calmed.

"More time? Tell me that when the Dean of Chelsea University isn't breathing down your neck," she snapped and then pinched the bridge of her nose and leaned against a wall. "Sorry. I don't mean to get all snippy, but it's just that," she began and Mac chuckled nodding.

"I know. You feel the obligations to finish this case and get the answers just due to it being your own school. But also because in one way or another, these victims came in and out of your life. You didn't really interact with them much but you still feel that obligation."

"I mean me and the one kid studied together for the Forensic Science finals even though I had done them a million times over," she responded calmly. As she was about take a break she saw Sid come on the screen. "Sid please tell me you have a form of good news for me."

"I do. Victim number two? Also has Oleoresin Capsicum on him. But not his clothes. I found it in his eye and take a guess what was there."

"Contact," she responded and he chuckled pointing at her. "What about Mr Dulcan? Did he have a contact lens on him as well?" Sid looked at her confused and she smirked at him. "I'm seeing no physical signs of a reaction from the Oleoresin Capsicum on his pictures. So he was either immune or had something protecting his eye too."

"I'll double check on victim number one for you. While I'm doing that, make what you will with the new information."

"I will. Thanks Sid," she answered as she wrote out a brief summation of the facts. "Alright so Wyatt had a contact in. Which explains again the Pepper Spray. But that still doesn't narrow our suspect pool. I'm missing something," she muttered.

"What about that hair?" She nodded as she revealed she had cut a piece off. "So if we aren't using it all you can extract some DNA from a small portion. Have we already begun to?" She nodded pointing to her one computer that was running a DNA scan.

"Running DNA through every database in the country. CODIS, AFIS and just plain old civilian database. Yeah and don't get me started on the whole CODIS has access to everything spiel. I know that but I'm on this moment hoping for some answers," she explained. She then glanced at her computer and frowned. "Still no hits and as I said to Flack, I really wish those fake crime shows about people like us, were accurate. 5 minute searches. This is going to take at least 24 hours," she added thoughtfully. "I'm starting to fear an epidemic of homicides from Chelsea University." Mac looked at her and she sighed. "I have no proof but the two murders in under 24 hours?"

"Agreed," Mac answered.

"We still don't have concrete proof it's a murder," Stella reminded and she glared at her. "Although it is still becoming more apparent with the links that you made to our two victims back on campus. They both have been in some serious trouble with being reported lately."

"Then there's the fact that you wanted to meet with Professor Portabello and got too riled due to seeing him leave somewhere with a female student," Mac responded looking at Julia expectantly and she chuckled nervously and nodded pretending to look a little embarrassed. "What had you so riled there?"

"Rumors of the university and that one involving Professor Portabello? Not so savory," she responded. Mac looked at her and she chuckled humorlessly. "He was a teacher that liked to dish up extra credit in an atypical manner," she explained and he clicked his tongue at that. "I said it wasn't a savory rumor about him. No offence but I want him behind bars for that alone. This doesn't impede our investigation though. That matter is for another time. I'm not able to make a link to," she began before she heard a beeping and she glanced to see her DNA match came back. "On the noose was a little bit of epithelial cells. I ran it through the database as well and it seems it's got a hit," she answered pulling up a file. "To Portabello."

"Are you going?"

"Yeah but not alone as we all know what he'll claim if I'm alone. That I'm being biased. I need Flack and Lindsay," she answered. He nodded and as she walked to the elevator, Lindsay met her and Flack caught up too. She glanced at them as they were going to the underground floor and Flack then snickered. "Shush."

"You haven't even cracked a joke about him."

"Because I hate the man. I don't waste time making jokes for people I hate," she responded as they got off and she grabbed the clipboard and saw the Avalanche was available and signed it out before getting in the driver's seat. As they drove off, Lindsay was beside her and glanced at her.

"What is the rumor? Like the actual full blown detailed rumor? I know you didn't tell Mac."

"I didn't tell him because I'm not getting pulled off this case. I care about finding out who wanted Tanner and Wyatt dead. Although that list seems to grow more extensive by the minute," she responded casually before taking a breath. "Professor Portabello has an office and his classroom. Rumor has it if he pulls you into his office for extra credit you'll learn quite quickly that you'll want to keep earning it. He sometimes initiates the conversation and sometimes it's someone else. I know the rumor to be true as I've experienced the beginning part of it but I didn't let it get farther than an attempt."

"What's the beginning?"

"He came up behind me in the cafeteria and reached over me and mentioned how he thought he could bump one of my projects up from an 80 to a 98. Not feasible. Anyways I shake it off until he leans oven further over me and I felt something. But I ignored it and again refused. End of story," she responded.

"So he tried to offer you the atypical extra credit. Why didn't you bite?"

"One it's not ethical. Secondly, he didn't do it to everyone. You had to be beautiful in his eyes," she explained. Flack nodded and as they arrived, they stepped out and glanced around. "He could be anywhere on campus if he's still here."

"Can we narrow it down?"

"Sadly not," she answered before her phone rang. "This is Chiles."

"Julia we got a hit off of Dulcan from the cameras," Adam exclaimed and she smirked pumping a fist into the air. "He went to a restaurant on 4th street," he informed.

"Perfect Adam. Thanks. I'll go there as soon as I'm done here," she assured and hung up. "I rock," she mused and Lindsay looked at her shocked she dared to gloat. "Jo thought the scene expanded past 5 blocks, but I was right. Tanner was at a diner a block away. We're heading there next."

"That where the uh- you know. Half digested," Don began and she nodded at Flack. "Remind me to barf before we get there."

"I will," she promised before she saw Professor Portabello. "Professor," she called and sighed as he ran. "You two go after him from behind," she explained and Lindsay nodded running after Flack and Julia began running between buildings and as she saw Flack and Lindsay she smirked running up a ramp and saw Portabello climbing and she lunged at him sending him to the ground with her and she grabbed her cuffs and cuffed him. "Sorry teach. But class is still in session and I haven't dismissed," she responded standing as Lindsay and Flack caught up. "Remind me never to do that again," she added thoughtfully.

"Haha you'll get used to it," Flack answered as they put him in the back of the Avalanche and she climbed back into driver's seat and drove over to the precinct where Flack got out with him. "We'll keep him in the station. You go investigate your lead and meet me here to interrogate."

"Done," she answered driving away and having a satisfied smirk on her face. "If I'm right, this time, you go down," she whispered. Lindsay looked at her and she sighed. "I'm not getting ahead of myself. I want to know what he felt he needed to run for. That's it. What happened while I was a student here? Irrelevant to me. It's just knowledge I have."

"But it doesn't have to be. You can get rid of those thoughts," Lindsay answered as they arrived at the diner. "Trust me. I hated the prospect of talking to someone about something that disturbed me, but it helped. A lot," she assured.

"Well I'm not talking about it," she warned as she walked inside and the chef and owner looked at them. "I'd presume you got a call from my boss," she answered flashing her badge and as the chef was about to run, she grabbed him and slammed him into the counter. "I've had a long day of running around. So do me a favor and save me some energy. Why you running?"

"Your boss is the Health Inspector," the chef began and Julia glanced back to Lindsay and both couldn't help but chuckle. "What's so funny?"

"We're not from the Health Unit. We're from the NYPD meaning you running? Not a good sign to us. So any reason you'd run from cops?" He froze and she smirked. "What's your name?"

"Go to hell."

"Lindsay?"

"Already have the employee registry here beside the owner and running his name," she promised. After a minute Lindsay showed her the tablet. "Alright Chef Dumont. How about we try this again? Any reason to run from cops?"

"None."

"He have any warrants?"

"No but you might want to see this," Lindsay answered and as she walked over she saw what she had. Each chef had to log their tickets, the item and customer, and exactly what they ordered. "Tanner Dulcan was here around the time you predicted. But we don't know what he ordered."

"Aren't all tickets to be rung up?"

"Yes and logged," the owner answered looking at them. "So if there's nothing then he didn't order anything."

"We can prove that to be false. He was here the night of his death and he's here until about an hour before he's dead. The video surveillance show's him placing an order and then it being rung in," she advised the man smirking. "Know what that means? You guys do know what he ordered and when."

"Why's it matter?"

"Tanner Dulcan's dead. I see his name on a ticket. Not his order. Now what did he have to eat?" The Chef was about to get smart again before Julia slammed him into the counter. "I'm going to be blunt. Don't make my day any worse. What did he eat?"

"Deep friend grasshoppers."

"Okay confirms the stomach contents came from here," she responded. She then looked to Lindsay confused. "Did anyone come with him?"

"No," he responded.

"You better hope you telling the truth," she warned.