Myles, D and Bobby set of to question the witnesses. What little there was of them. The two joggers could only retell the story that they'd already conveyed to the police. Signifying that, still, they were of no help whatsoever. And an elderly woman who thought she'd seen a woman walking briskly through the park in a long coat at around 10pm... but wasn't too sure. Not a lot of help there either, then...

Sue and Jack arrived at the park ten minutes after leaving the FBI building, SOG were almost done examining the scene, and Sarah's battered body lay in an open body bag. Sue stared at the body, completely horrified and quickly turned away, on the verge of revisiting the Krispy Kreme doughnut she'd had that morning.

"Are you okay?" Jack asked, concern written all over his face,

"Yeah... It's just; it's one thing to see photos but when you see the real thing up close..."

"I know what you mean. Ten years in and it still turns my stomach!"

He pulled her into a hug, much for his own comfort as for hers. Gently stroking her hair, he felt the familiar overwhelming urge to kiss her. He'd been getting that urge a lot lately, actually. His thoughts were soon interrupted when a member of SOG approached the pair.

"Got anything?"

"Agent Hudson, if I didn't know any better, I'd say this was the 'perfect crime', no distinctive footprints, no fibers, no fingerprints... All we got is this note, but all that say's is "A woman's" so I doubt that will help much, though it does look like it's only the beginning of a message."

"Thanks Graham, well I guess we'll be going now. Update the team and all."

"Yeah, see you, hopefully not too soon."

Jack smiled faintly, and led Sue back to the car. Closing the back door after letting Levi in, he opened the door on the driver's side, sat in the car and let out an exasperated sigh. Sensing how tense he was, Sue placed a gentle hand on his forearm and signed to him that they'd find something eventually. He turned to face her, his left hand resting on her right cheek, softly stroking her cheek with his thumb and jumped when the shrill sound of his cell phone interrupted the peaceful silence. Damn it! He thought, pressing the answer button,

"Hudson..."

"Jack, mate, it's Bobby. I think you and Sue should get back here, pronto."

"What's -" He heard the line go dead and muttered "...up" under his breath, then turned the key in his ignition and drove as fast as he could - without exceeding the speed limit - back to the bullpen.