Alison walked down the hallways of the crime lab. Turning the corner, she ran straight into Greg, who was reading over a report. The impact would have knocked her over, but Greg grabbed her arm, studying her.

"I'm sorry, Ally." She smiled.

"I was on my way to find you, so I guess that it all worked out." She pointed at the folder. "Is that on our mummy that we found on the soundstage?" Greg nodded.

"Yeah, doc gave me some of her skin. I'm hoping that if we rehydrate it, we might be able to get some DNA." Alison crossed her arms.

"That not what I heard." Greg raised an Eyebrow.

"I heard that they were going to try and rehydrate the body and ID her that way."

"How did you hear about that." Alison held up her cell phone.

"Because I have the number of a doctor that has done this before, and Doc wanted to talk to someone first."

"I didn't know Sid had done that." Alison smiled.

"I guess you didn't get to work that case. Either way. I wanted to make sure you got everything from the body before we started." Greg looked down at his file, looking over the images he had taken.

"Yeah, we should be good." Alison nodded.

"Great." She turned to head down the hallway, but Greg gently grabbed her arm. She looked at him, raising an eyebrow. "What?"

"You like it here." Alison tilted her head.

"I don't know yet."

Russell opened the door to the lab Greg was working in.

"Russell, I haven't got any hits on the victim's DNA. I think Alison got the same with the face ID. We're looking into some other possibilities." Russell walked into the lab shutting the door.

"That's not what I wanted to talk to you about." Russell lowered his voice. Greg grew tense, setting his work aside.

"What's going on." Russell ran his hand over his face.

"I'm an Idiot." He said more to himself. "That's what's going on. I forgot that it was this month." Greg held up his hands.

"Russell, you're not making any sense. What's going on."

"I have a reporter following this case." Greg didn't react.

"You tell them off like all the other reporters." Russell shook his head.

"No, the Mayor and the Sheriff arranged it because they thought that it would be a good PR move after everything that happened. This reporter has access to everything, including the lab." Greg shot to his feet.

"How good is this reporter."

"Enough that I think it might be best if you and Alison did you're best to keep a low profile."

Alison walked into the hospital room. Looking at the woman hooked up to the machines. The ventilator makes a soft regular sound contrasting with the terrible noise of the heart monitor. The only indication that the woman was alive. She didn't realize she had frozen up until Fin slowly walked over to her.

"Alison. What are you doing here." She slowly pulled her eyes away from the machine.

"Ru…Russell….Russell wanted me out of the lab." She stuttered the words out. Her mind was locking up.

"What's wrong." Morgan asked, walking over to them. Alison opened her mouth to answer, but her mind had gone blank.

"Alison has been that girl."

Fin said softly. Morgan looked over at Alison.

"She worked the street." Alison shook her head vigorously, pulling her arms tight around her body.

"No…No…No, not that." Her hands were starting to go numb. "Left for dead." Only she hadn't been left for dead. It was part of the plan.

He leaned in front of him. Not the one that marked her but the other one. The one she hated with the blue eyes that's all he ever let her see. No matter what he did, just the eyes. Green eyes were sloppy.

"He is going to come in here tomorrow and kill you." He said, pointing at the machine. "He wants you to watch as you slowly die. That's what he likes." Relief shot through her. It all ends tomorrow. The pain from green eyes would finally be gone. Blue eyes brushed her cheek. "But I'm not going to let that happen to you." She closed her eyes. "He is going to leave you to die, and I'm going to rescue you like I always do. Why is that?"

"Because you love me." She said without thought.

"And."

"I love you."

"That's right. Now, who do you want to find you."

Safe brown eyes. That was the first thing that Alison noticed. Then a crooked smile.

"Ally." He said, kneeling in front of her. How was he kneeling when she was standing? No, she was sitting on the floor. Not where she had been, the angle of the bed was different. She was in the corner. Brown eyes blocking out the rest of the room. Where was the noise? She couldn't hear it anymore. "She's coming back," Greg said over his shoulder. She slowly moved her eyes. It felt like she was in quicksand. Fin and Morgan were standing by the bed. Morgan had tears running down her cheeks. Why was she crying? Fin had a look of pity on her face. That's why. As realization snapped into place, Alison shot to her feet. Her legs instantly gave out. Greg held up his hands, stopping Morgan or Fin from trying to help her. She couldn't be touched until she was entirely out. Alison dropped to all fours taking in gasps of air.

"How long." That was all that she could say.

"About an hour." She looked up at that.

"I'm going to take you back to New York." She was shaking her head as quickly as he said it.

"No." her voice wasn't hoarse, so she couldn't have been screaming. "Give me my headphones." She could feel the resistance running through Greg.

"Are you sure?" She looked up at him add nodded, passing them over. She put them in, and he helped her to her feet.

"Can you let her take pictures," Greg asked. Fin smiled at them.

"That will let Morgan and I work on processing her. that way, we finish faster." Alison took the camera in her hands and felt the analytical side take over.

Greg stared at the dead body. His mind on the lost eyes from earlier. From the conversation he had with Fin when she called him. he had an idea what had caused Alison to lock up. Letter 5 played through his head. The conversation where Alison found out that she would live because the second man let her.

"Greg!" Nick called out to him. Greg shook his head, taking a picture of the body. "You alright?"

"Yeah," he gestured toward the body. "People used to pay to watch her eat." He took a picture of the camera set up. "The feed went live about an hour ago, and that's when the calls came through." Nick nodded.

"Boyfriend's in the freezer." Greg reached over, opening it and taking a picture of the second victim.

"COD gunshot to the head. What about her."

"I think that she choked on her food." Greg walked back over the table where Nick was. He took pictures as Nick grabbed the Bible on the table, opening it up. There was another box cut into the center of the pages. Nick picked it up. "I wonder if this has another spider in it." The first victim had been found with the spider. He opened it, and a small gold charm fell into his hand. "Well, that's three bodies, Greg."

"And another one clinging to life in the hospital."

"We got ourselves a serial."

Alison sat in the breakroom at the lab. She was slowly stirring her coffee with a stick. Hodges walked in, stopping at the sight of her.

"How's it going?" She looked over at him.

"Alright." She sat up in her chair.

"Where's Greg?" Hodges got a cup of coffee.

"Nick went to go talk to Brother Larson. That place that reported our victim's missing." Alison tilted her head.

"Why."

"Did you hear about the marking on the back of our victim?" Alison shook her head. Hodges handed over the file that had been tucked under his arm. "Thou shalt not bear false witness." She read the markings. "From the ten commandments." She said.

"Greg said it was number nine. Can't say I know the order off the top of my head."

"He's right." She tilted her head. "This killer is all over the place." Hodges looked at her.

"What makes you say that?"

"Has more patterns than a quilt. The charms, the strangulation, the Bibles, those message boxes. It's like he can't pick one."

"It's hard to believe that one girl survived." Alison looked over at that.

"She only survived because he wanted her to."

"How do you know." Alison held up the image of the markings.

"Our killer had to put these marking on our latest victim's back at a certain time so that they would show up during autopsy. Otherwise, we couldn't read them. That level of planning doesn't just leave a girl alive. She's in limbo for a reason."

Greg sat down next to Alison on the couch in their office.

"Dante's Inferno." He said, shaking his head. "What made you think of that."

"The girl a the hospital is in a comma. Because he put her there on prepose. The rest of the four victims slowly fell into place." Greg wrapped his arm around Alison.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Alison closed her eyes.

"I looked at that girl as it was me. I might not have been in a coma, but he put me in limbo for a year." Greg closed his eyes. Alison didn't talk about it. "All I wanted was the pain to go away just like he did. But nothing could do it."

"What stopped you?" He had always wanted to ask but never felt like she was ready to tell him.

"Linda. She could see what no one else did." Alison sniffled. "I wish she was here." Greg kissed the top of her head.

"I know, so do I." Alison looked up at him.

"What do you need to tell me." Greg took a deep breath.

"Morgan was taken by the killer."

A/N: Sorry for the second 2 part episode in a row. While they're in Las Vegas i'm trying to hit some of the episodes that I like but haven't included. Thank you all for taking the time to read this story. Hard to believe I've been posting this story for so long and people still read it.