AN: Okay, here's another one. The next few chapters are going to have flash backs and stuuf. It might get a bit confusing, stay focused. So here you go:)

The Day Before

"She's been dead about 12 hours," David told Sara. Sara glared at the ground.

"Dammit," She muttered. "We lost him again."

David looked at her oddly. So Sara explained.

"There's a serial killer out there. Rapes and kills little girls around 10 or so. Leaves them in the middle of the street, covered in a blanket with a black rose on top."

David looked at the body of the young girl. The crime scene looked like Sara had explained.

"We don't have any leads," Sara said softly. She stayed silent for a moment, looking sadly at the little girl's body.

"David, tag her special processing for me, please."

David nodded and loaded up the body on the gurney and took her back to the morgue. Sara stood, not moving, for a moment before starting. She would process the scene, but she knew there would be nothing. The crime scene was in the middle of a semi-busy street, and they would have to release it as soon as she was finished. They couldn't keep it shut for ever.

But Sara ran over the crime scene with a fine tooth comb. She looked for absolutely anything. After an hour she had only gotten a sore back. She was upset, she really didn't want this guy to get away with it. She scowled as she stood up. As with the last four scenes, the only evidence was what was covering the little girl.

Brass walked up to Sara.

"Nobody saw anything," he told her. Sara nodded sadly.

"Well, I didn't expect anything."

"Just like the last four times," Brass muttered, and Sara nodded.

"God I really want to nail this bastard," Brass said. Sara nodded again.

"Yeah, me too.

"I did a great job,' Sara thought viciously. The cell phone rang again

"Who's calling you," Hannson demanded and for the first time, Sara heard a note of fear creep into her voice. Sara fished the little phone out of her pocket. She used her left hand. Her right hand was still wrapped around the gun. Sara looked at the phone's little screen and could've cried with joy.

"The lab," Sara said without thinking. She tried to hide her joy. It wasn't hard. She was so scared right now she didn't need to pretend.

The phone continued to ring.

"Dammit Sara! Pick up," Greg muttered. He had a really bad feeling right now. Then the ringing stopped. He was about to speak when Sara spoke.

"It stopped ringing." Her voice was breathless and shocked. Sara had to be up to something, she had turned the phone on. She knew he was at the other end.

"Greg's knuckles were white as he griped the steering wheel. He placed his cell phone between his ear and shoulder. He tried to concentrate on the road and voices coming from the phone.

"Who was it?" This wasn't Sara's voice. It was faint but cold and angry.

"The lab." Sara's voice again.

"Did you tell anyone you're here?" The cold voice again. It was louder this time, like the person had gotten closer.

"No! I didn't tell anyone."

Sara drew a sharp breath. The bad feeling he had increased. Sara sounded like she was pleading. She sounded very frightened. Greg had never heard her speak like that and it scared him.

"You're lying Bitch! Who know?" The cold voice was defiantly closer and he was yelling.

"No one." Greg had the impression that one of both of them had a gun.

"Give me the phone Bitch!"

Then the phone shut off.

"Shit," Greg breathed. The phone dropped and he didn't pick it up again. Greg knew where he was going. He got the directions form the same source as Sara.

'She'll be fine. She'll be okay,' Greg told himself. But he couldn't convince himself of that. He sped to Hannson's house. When he got there he opened his door quickly. To hell with quite and discretion.

"Liar," he heard the cold angry voice shout.

Then he heard three separate gun shots.