Detective Scott sat behind her desk, pouring over the reports from each crime. Skinner sat across from her looking at his own notes. Mulder was pacing back and forth, mulling over the killer's motives.

They all looked up at the door as Scully walked in. She smiled and set a file down in front of Scott.

"Ketamine," she said.

Scott opened the file and looked up at Scully, "What in the hell is that?"

Scully sat down next to Skinner, "It was found in all of the victim's bloodstreams. It's a general anesthetic used mostly for veterinary use. Recently it's become one of the more favorite of club drugs." Scott said, "So, you think all these women were users?" Scully shook her head. "No, there wasn't any sign of prolonged use. I think our killer is using the drug on his victims. See, ketamine causes the user to go into a kind of paralysis. You can see and breath, but you can't move or talk." She looked up to Mulder, "It would be easy for him to kill his victims if they can't fight back." The room fell quiet as everyone took in this new information. Scott finally broke the silence by standing up. She grabbed the files and her coat. "Well, we aren't getting any closer to finding this guy sitting here. I've got some friends on the Narcotics squad. I'll have them track down known ketamine dealers for us." Mulder gave a nod and said, "I'm going to go over the files again, see if there might be anything we missed the first time. Scully, I want you to go with me?" Scully looked up at him, questioningly. Mulder answered her before she could ask, "You fit the profile and we don't know how he finds his victims. You could be a target." Scully sighed, "Mulder, I'm fine." Mulder smiled and said, "I know, just humor me." Scully smiled back at him and whispered, "Ok."