A little more information on the case so I can make it even more angst-y later! Yay angst!

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Warnings: Violence, Choking, Angst, Hallucinations, Head Injury. Still in the process of writing so check here for new warnings as I go!

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Dropping the latest file onto the table Luca reached up and started to message his forehead trying to get rid of the ache that had been building over the last few hours. He had always hated sitting around going over file after file searching for clues.

Under normal circumstance he would have someone else with him and a system on the computer looking for keywords and a handful of other ways helping make the process not easier but faster. He didn't have that at the moment.

Truthfully, he didn't really have anything at all. None of them did. No matter how hard they tried or where they looked or how many times they went over the information that they did have… Nothing changed. There was nothing.

Shaking his head Luca tried to knock those thoughts away as he reached out and picked up an egg roll. Taking a big bite he let his eyes close as he tried to push the anger and frustration away. He just needed a moment to stop and calm down for a moment. Just a moment.

Food always gave that to him. There was a reason why he had bought the food truck. Nothing brought people together like food. He loved everything that came with food and family gatherings and everything in-between.

Up until that moment he hadn't realized just how hungry he was. The only thing that he had been focused on was finding something to help them finally solve the case and find something to help Street. He doubted that he had even really moved since he sat down.

That was probably why Hondo had just placed the food in front of him. Or a few moments ago. A few hours ago was possible even. He wasn't really sure how long the food had been sitting there or how long he had been sitting there either.

All he knew was that he hadn't actually eaten since he left for work that morning. Even then it hadn't been much. He was starving and he needed to take a break before he went insane trying to find something he wasn't sure was even there.

When he left for work that morning he hadn't been rushing out of the house. In truth, he had stayed around for so long that he had almost been late. Mostly it had just been him sitting there waiting for his friend to come out of his bedroom.

He was fully aware that he had only been waiting for a little over an hour, but sitting there it had felt as if time had stopped. Not that he had really cared. If it wasn't for work he would have sat there all day waiting.

Vaguely he had been aware of the sounds outside of the house. Kids screaming and laughing as they played. Cars driving past as people started and ended their days. Planes and helicopters flying above them all taking everything in.

All of those sounds had always brought a peace to him. Probably because he had grown up there. He knew that those sounds meant that he was home. Only a phone call or short walk away from someone that was family. It was that knowledge that kept him grounded no matter what happened.

All the time he sat there though he wished for silence. Just for one single moment so he could hear Street. He truly hadn't cared what noise he heard. His bed squeaking, his breathing, his feet pacing the floor, his nails tapping against the keyboard. He'd take anything to know his friend was okay.

Minute by minute ticked by and nothing happened. No sounds or movement. No Street. Then he noticed the time. He couldn't wait anymore. That was when he decided to knock on the door. One last ditch effort to hear his friends voice.

He could admit that his knock had been softer than normal, but it was still loud enough. It should have woken him up. Instead the only sound was Duke whimpering beside him. And that was it. No more waiting. No more silence. The world kept moving.

As soon as he got to work he grabbed every file they had on Baylon and Keller. It was a lot of files on the cases that had happened because of the two of them. A lot of information on everything. Except them. At least outside of the little that they already knew about them. Not that knowing what they looked like and that they were in love really helped them.

A part of him couldn't believe just how often those words were said. Over and over. They were so in love. A few even said that they would kill for a love like the two of them had. Something that took on a whole different meaning when the people saying it actually had innocent blood on their hands. Because of the lovers.

Luca still couldn't believe that so much chaos was caused by just two people. Seventeen people were killed because they… Hell, they didn't even know why they started to do any of it in the first place. They just started. Day one? Two deaths. Day two? Three deaths. Week one? Five deaths. Week three? Ten deaths.

Every time he thought about that he wanted to scream. It had taken them barely any time to convince people to kill ten people. How could that possibly have happened? How could so many people to do such horrible thing? Not only to strangers but people they knew and loved. It made no sense.

It was cases like the one he was working that he finally understood what his mother had always said. He could remember his mother pulling him and his brother back from their father as he dropped into a chair at the kitchen table and drag a bottle of whiskey close to him.

It didn't happen often and he never feared what his father might do to them when he was in that sat. All he knew was what his mother said. His father needed to start thinking like himself and not the people he chased.

While he always respected that he hadn't realized what it meant until he was a cop himself. Then he understood perfectly. Being able to think like the people they went up against was one of their greatest assets. It was also the scariest thing they did.

They had to go up against the darkest of humanity, see what they saw, feel what they felt, and come back to themselves in the end. Sometimes it took longer than others, but they always came back to the team, to their family.

As much as he hated it he could almost always figure out why a criminal did what they did. Whether it was greed or revenge or love. It was always one of those three. Usually more than one of them truthfully.

Except this time.

As far as any of them could find Keller and Baylon had no reason to do any of what they did. The people they convinced to become murderers and the ones that were killed had no connection to those two. At least not one that any of them had been able to find.

"Find anything, Luca?" Hondo asked leaning against the table.

"Nothing we didn't already know," Luca sighed looking up at his boss, "There's nothing else here."

Hondo slowly nodded his head pushing away from the table. He made it a few steps before turning around and coming back over. Taking another bite of his egg roll Luca watched as his friend continued to slowly pace in front of him.

As much as he wanted to say something he knew that there was really nothing to say. With all of the information that they had and the fact that they still had nothing on the two men… It was angering to say the least.

Although he guessed that it didn't matter any longer if they figured out who Baylon was. The man was dead. There was nothing that he could do to anyone now that he was gone. The only person they had left to worry about was Keller.

As soon as that thought entered his mind Luca wanted to roll his eyes. Of course, he couldn't help. He was dead. There was nothing that he could do anymore. The information, on the other hand, could help all of them. A lot. They just had to find a place to start learning.

"Alright," Hondo started after a moment dragging his attention away before he started to overthink everything, "What do we have on Baylon and Keller?"

"Nothing," he replied with a shrug, "Nothing that we didn't already know."

"Tell me that then."

Luca hated the angry, almost desperate tone in the mans voice. Every single person on the team was doing everything in their power to try to find something to point them in the right direction. All of them just wanted for the case to finally end. They were sick and tired of thinking about Keller and Baylon.

Even worse than that though was the fact that they knew each day that passed since Baylon's death with no word from Keller drastically decreased the chance of them finding him. Every moment the case was getting colder and colder.

The idea of not finding Keller, of not bringing him to justice, made him angrier than he could explain. It was their job to find the criminals and bring them to justice. That was what they were trained to do. They shouldn't have to put a file in the cold case and fail the people.

"James Keller," Luca started standing up and walking to the screen as he pulled up the file they had, "Born June 20, 1992 in Nashville, Tennessee. He moved to LA when he was fifteen. From what we've been able to gather about his schooling he was average. Never sent to the principle. He wasn't a part of any sports or clubs. He was just another name on a page. When he was graduated he took out a lot of loans and went to UCLA to study child psychology. For the two semesters he was around he was average. Then he dropped out of school and that was it."

"What about his friends and family?" Hondo crossed his arms over his chest, "Did they have anything to say?"

"From what we could find he didn't really have friends. No one hung out with him at all. A few teachers had even forgotten that he was in their case at all. For the most part he was focused on his school work. He didn't got out to parties or anything like that. All he did was read."

"And his family?"

"Nothing there. He had a normal childhood, according to his parents. The biggest thing for him was moving to LA."

"They had no idea about Baylon or that their son was involved in this?"

"None. Based on what they said they haven't spoken to their son in a few years. Even before that they rarely talked to him. Even with that though, I'm pretty sure his mother still doesn't believe he did it."

"It's doubtful he'll contact her?"

"Very. They're not a close knit family. Both Mrs. Keller and Mr. Keller admit that fully. Him contacting either of them makes no sense."

A sigh fell from Hondo at that and Luca couldn't help agreeing. After months of investigating they should have more information on the man. Hell, they should have more information on the case at all. And if he was honest, the whole case felt like they had gotten lucky in the arrests they had already made.

"Do we know how they met at least?" Hondo asked steeping closer to the screen before turning around.

"Not for sure," Luca shook his head, "The best we can guess is Baylon's coffee shop. It's close to the bookstore that Keller was known for frequenting."

"Frequenting? How often was he there? Do we know what kind of books he got?"

Blinking a few time he walked back to the desk and pulled out all the notes they had on the bookstore. He hadn't been exaggerating when he said that he frequented the bookstore. The man ended up there for hours on end every day it was open. It almost seemed as if every moment of free time he had was spent in that store.

When he had first read that he had hoped that the people that worked there had some idea about who James Keller was. It turned out not to be the case. He might have spent the majority of his time at there, but apparently he never actually talked to any of the workers outside of the normal polite conversation.

"Here we go," Luca muttered pulling out the file before clearing his throat, "Okay, the books he got… It looks like… I have no idea. Let me…"

Going over to the keyboard he started to look up the authors and a few of the titles hoping they had some kind of connection. He couldn't believe that they hadn't thought to look up the books that he had bought. It should have been one of the first things they did.

"It's not much," Luca offered after a moment glancing at his boss, "But I think Keller might have been the one pulling the strings."

"Why?" Hondo questioned moving closer to him, "What do you see?"

"Romance."

"Romance?"

"Every single one of these books is a romance book. I know that's not uncommon. A lot of people read books like that."

"But?"

"But he's 28. In college and not a bad looking guy. Yet he's spending all his free time at a bookstore reading romance novels. He's not looking for sex. He wants a relationship. If he was really as alone as he seemed than he would have been an easy target for Baylon."

"If Baylon saw what you saw than it's very possible that he manipulated Keller like he did the others."

"Exactly. I think Baylon was the one pulling the strings. It makes sense given the little we know."

"You're right. It's the best we got. If you're right though and Keller was being manipulated and Baylon is dead…"

"Keller is out there with no plan and no boyfriend and no one telling him what to do. He just got ten times more dangerous."