LONELY HEARTS
BY QUASI9
Disclaimer: I don't own Frank Donovan or the team; the rest of the characters are mine.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Three hearts need each other to mend
Feedback: yes Quasi9@msn.com
CHAPTER 53
Dave had gotten everything Tylo wanted done by nightfall on Friday, he knew she was nervous about something, yet knowing her he didn't press the issue. He thought about calling her brother and a friend at the police department to let them know something is wrong. If Tylo found out, she would kill him for sure, so he would take the money and run.
Tylo changed in the closet she was sure he didn't have a camera in there from the pictures he sent her. As Tylo walked out of the closet she spun around her bedroom flipping him the bird. Inside she was scare shitless but she would not let him see it. She wished that she had someone to turn to for help, but she knew she was alone on this one; hopefully her guardian angel was near.
At roll call, they were still informed that the UC was out on the street for the last night. They had come up empty handed, so all the johns that approached her tonight fitting the slightest description would be brought in for questioning. No calls had indicated any stalking problems, whoever he is he is good at what he does. He just smiled knowing that she would not report it since every room she had walked in she had flipped him the bird. She was very amusing; he was having a hard time waiting to finally get her alone.
By one o'clock the team once again came up empty, Frank called it a night and told them to report to work at one on Saturday. He felt they were missing something but didn't know what and they need to find it soon. They were all exhausted more from frustration then from anything else.
Tylo was up all night and when she dozed off, the slightest sound woke her up. Dave assured her it was the best security system on the market and that she should be at ease. It may be okay to keep home invaders out but she wasn't convinced it would keep the stalker out. Once again Tylo changed in the closet and flipped him the bird before she went out. The flipping of the her finger was getting old to him, he made a mental note that when he got her to break the finger, cut the finger completely off, or make her do unimaginable things with it. She pissed him off so he went to phase four, which is the day he kidnaps her. It seemed that Monday would be a good day.
Everyone met at the nest at one as instructed. Frank had already been there for hours, rearrange the board where all the information was.
"Good Afternoon, thanks for coming," He said once they all arrived.
"I don't remember you giving us a choice last night." Cody mumbled.
"I didn't." Frank replied.
Jake asked, "Obviously you've been here awhile the board is set up different."
"That's encouraging, you noticed maybe something else will jump out at you."
"All the information has been dissect numerous times, and we still come up with the same thing." Jake said.
"Because you are looking for the same thing." Frank said.
"Ok, then what have you found that we're not looking for?" Alex asked.
"More detailed patterns and assumptions."
Frank started from the beginning, one victim at a time by the time he was done, they saw where he was going.
"He's changed his methods because for some reason he was forced to." Frank said.
"Why do you think that?"
"Because to catch a criminal, you have to become one. One through eight stays the same, nine begins a new game."
"Why nine?" Alex asked.
"How many players to you're average game?" Frank answered.
"Usually no more than eight excluding sports." Jake answered.
"So nine is the odd man out?"
"So a new game begins. But why change the rules?" Jake asked.
"Because the other eight know how to play, nine changes so he has an advantage at winning."
"So what you're saying is don't look at the previous, assume the new." Monica asked.
"Exactly. It's time to play what ifs."
They brainstormed for over an hour then took a break. At the end of another hour they had a workable what if. The person looks stay the same, the class they're in changes with that brings new challenges. The phone calls and cameras stay the same; the new player fights back on their own. He has probably picked his victim but a more intelligent one this time and he having to rewrite his rules to compensate for the changes.
"Knowing what we think he's doing, where do we go from here?" Monica asked.
"Sit back for a day or two, if he keeps changing he's going to make a mistake." Frank said.
"Before or after the next killing?" Jake asked.
"Hopefully before." Frank replied.
"Oh, last week you come down on us because we're not getting anywhere, now you tell us it's okay to sit and wait?" Jake asked sarcastically.
"The game has changed from last week."
"And how do you know this for sure?" Jake continued to badger.
"Gut instinct and more practice at this then you." Frank replied irritated.
Jake back down and said, "Does that mean we have tomorrow off?"
"Yes."
BY QUASI9
Disclaimer: I don't own Frank Donovan or the team; the rest of the characters are mine.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Three hearts need each other to mend
Feedback: yes Quasi9@msn.com
CHAPTER 53
Dave had gotten everything Tylo wanted done by nightfall on Friday, he knew she was nervous about something, yet knowing her he didn't press the issue. He thought about calling her brother and a friend at the police department to let them know something is wrong. If Tylo found out, she would kill him for sure, so he would take the money and run.
Tylo changed in the closet she was sure he didn't have a camera in there from the pictures he sent her. As Tylo walked out of the closet she spun around her bedroom flipping him the bird. Inside she was scare shitless but she would not let him see it. She wished that she had someone to turn to for help, but she knew she was alone on this one; hopefully her guardian angel was near.
At roll call, they were still informed that the UC was out on the street for the last night. They had come up empty handed, so all the johns that approached her tonight fitting the slightest description would be brought in for questioning. No calls had indicated any stalking problems, whoever he is he is good at what he does. He just smiled knowing that she would not report it since every room she had walked in she had flipped him the bird. She was very amusing; he was having a hard time waiting to finally get her alone.
By one o'clock the team once again came up empty, Frank called it a night and told them to report to work at one on Saturday. He felt they were missing something but didn't know what and they need to find it soon. They were all exhausted more from frustration then from anything else.
Tylo was up all night and when she dozed off, the slightest sound woke her up. Dave assured her it was the best security system on the market and that she should be at ease. It may be okay to keep home invaders out but she wasn't convinced it would keep the stalker out. Once again Tylo changed in the closet and flipped him the bird before she went out. The flipping of the her finger was getting old to him, he made a mental note that when he got her to break the finger, cut the finger completely off, or make her do unimaginable things with it. She pissed him off so he went to phase four, which is the day he kidnaps her. It seemed that Monday would be a good day.
Everyone met at the nest at one as instructed. Frank had already been there for hours, rearrange the board where all the information was.
"Good Afternoon, thanks for coming," He said once they all arrived.
"I don't remember you giving us a choice last night." Cody mumbled.
"I didn't." Frank replied.
Jake asked, "Obviously you've been here awhile the board is set up different."
"That's encouraging, you noticed maybe something else will jump out at you."
"All the information has been dissect numerous times, and we still come up with the same thing." Jake said.
"Because you are looking for the same thing." Frank said.
"Ok, then what have you found that we're not looking for?" Alex asked.
"More detailed patterns and assumptions."
Frank started from the beginning, one victim at a time by the time he was done, they saw where he was going.
"He's changed his methods because for some reason he was forced to." Frank said.
"Why do you think that?"
"Because to catch a criminal, you have to become one. One through eight stays the same, nine begins a new game."
"Why nine?" Alex asked.
"How many players to you're average game?" Frank answered.
"Usually no more than eight excluding sports." Jake answered.
"So nine is the odd man out?"
"So a new game begins. But why change the rules?" Jake asked.
"Because the other eight know how to play, nine changes so he has an advantage at winning."
"So what you're saying is don't look at the previous, assume the new." Monica asked.
"Exactly. It's time to play what ifs."
They brainstormed for over an hour then took a break. At the end of another hour they had a workable what if. The person looks stay the same, the class they're in changes with that brings new challenges. The phone calls and cameras stay the same; the new player fights back on their own. He has probably picked his victim but a more intelligent one this time and he having to rewrite his rules to compensate for the changes.
"Knowing what we think he's doing, where do we go from here?" Monica asked.
"Sit back for a day or two, if he keeps changing he's going to make a mistake." Frank said.
"Before or after the next killing?" Jake asked.
"Hopefully before." Frank replied.
"Oh, last week you come down on us because we're not getting anywhere, now you tell us it's okay to sit and wait?" Jake asked sarcastically.
"The game has changed from last week."
"And how do you know this for sure?" Jake continued to badger.
"Gut instinct and more practice at this then you." Frank replied irritated.
Jake back down and said, "Does that mean we have tomorrow off?"
"Yes."