i know this chapter is short but its all i got to write before my dad kicked me off the computer.
anyway, read on and enjoy!

Disclaimer: IDOSM





"Raye, get right on this and take the print down. Darien, call Lita, Andrew, and Ken. Have them get over here right away. I'm gonna take a look at the body from the last murder."

With Raye lifting the print and Darien making the call, Serena went to bring out the body which had been preserved in the lab since the murder. Wheeling the gurney next to the newest victim, Serena pulled the sheet back and reexamined the body. When this body had been recovered, there were maggots on certain areas of the body, but she just figured they had been the newly hatched maggots of the flies from the crime scene. Finding the same marks, she took the laser from its place on the adjacent table and pointed it at and around the areas where the maggot marks were visible. She found a mark, but it seemed to be only a piece of a fingerprint. Carefully lifting it, she took it to where Raye was analyzing the previous print.

"Raye, I found another mark on the other body. It looks like a small portion of a fingerprint."

"Well, Serena, what do you suggest we do?"

"Let's get these prints scanned into the computer data base, then we could see which prints match these."

With the prints scanned and put into the data base, Serena and Raye awaited the results.

"The prints aren't really that accurate. It looks like these are prints from different fingers." Raye said.

"Well, since we're not gonna get this resolved before we get the entire print, let's just head back to the office with the others."

Placing tools and corpses back in their places, Serena and Raye met Darien in the parking structure where Lita, Andrew and Ken had just arrived. They took the five minute walk to the main building in the bureau where the offices were. Opening the door to the third briefing room, currently their meeting place for case discussions, everyone took a seat and tried to piece out the information.

"Well, the fact is, we won't be able to run a search until we get the entire print." Raye said

"Is there anything we can do in the mean time to try and figure out the identity of our murderer?" Ken said.

"I'm afraid not. She's right. He mutilated his own fingers so that the authorities wouldn't be able to trace him by his prints." Darien said.

"How did you know he mutilated himself?" Andrew asked.

"I remember it from my dream. Right after his first murder, he realized the feds were coming close to finding out who he was, so he mutilated his fingerprints and stitched them back on to his fingers in a random order."

Silence filled the room but was soon interrupted by Monroe.

"Good Morning everyone. How's the case coming along?" Monroe asked.

"Well, ma'am, we haven't quite figured it out yet but we've come close to figuring out who the killer is." Lita said.

"Is that so...all of you may go home, except you Johnson. I would like to see you in my office. Now."

Getting up and following Monroe into her office, Serena sat down in the burgundy wooden chair across from Monroe's black leather chair.

"I'm really proud of you, you know. I mean, you've doing exceptionally well on this case and I know that I picked the one person who would bring the murderer to justice."

Serena and her aunt Jana had never been close. Every since Serena's parents left her on her aunt's doorstep, Jana had felt Serena was more of a burden than a blessing. Serena, who had never really felt loved in her entire life, had been a very independent person with a terrible attitude. This was one of the many reasons Jana was never able to express her true feelings. Figuring Serena would become upset, she held back her comments until she could find the right time to express her love to Serena. She'd never once in her life, said anything remotely nice to her niece and she was feeling kind of worried when Serena didn't say anything. After a long moment of silence Serena finally spoke.

"I...I...Thank you." Serena said with tears clouding her vision.

After talking for at least three hours, they shared tales of old boyfriends, embarrassing moments, and began acting like mother and daughter.


Serena had returned home after a strange but seemingly OK day. Locking her doors and settling down with a Stephen King book, she began to read until the phone rang, bringing her out of her trace.

"Hello?" She said.

"Agent Johnson, we need you at the bureau imediatly." Said one of the senior agents, "Its Monroe... She's been Murdered."