When I printed out my last chapter I noticed a few mistakes. Just thought I let you know they were typos, like one of the times had a 4 at the end of it when it wasn't suppose to or something. Thanks for the reviews and I hope you enjoy this next chapter, I'll try to edit this one better.

Saturday/October3rd/Year2004/9:47am

When Ingrid arose it was the next morning and the sun was shining brightly through her office window. How she got in her office she didn't know, and as she stretched her arms upward and yawned she began to wonder what became of Fillmore. She realized she was curled up in her chair; Fillmore had obviously set her there so she would be comfortable. She was glad he let her sleep but at the same time she felt that horrid unawareness of what happened while she was asleep. "Fillmore?" She called out, curious to his ware bouts for he made it quite clear the other day that he wasn't going to return home.

Suddenly, Fillmore appeared in the doorway, a smile on his face. "Ahh, so you decided to join the living…" He said with a joking smile. "You were out cold yesterday, you must of either actually did some damage on that fall or you were really tired."

"I guess I really was tired." She said, letting out another yawn after politely covering her mouth. "I guess you found your way around here all right…. Did you touch the evidence at all?"

"No, I was to busy watching over you." He said honestly, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. His eyes were suddenly concerned. "You were talking in your sleep, and broke out in a cold sweat. I tried to wake you but you wouldn't stir. I was actually worried."

"Well…Um… I'm glad to hear it. I mean, it's better then not worrying." She says, turning to hide the redness that had gathered on her cheeks. "We need to look at the evidence, the phone and pipe from your house, the glove I got. And if that doesn't have anything in it he defiantly touched the collar on my shirt… I'll check for fingerprints if you go the file room and get out all the files of people on the warning list. They all have fingerprints with them and we cans see if any match."

Fillmore nodded and went out of the room quietly to find the file room. He left very suddenly, maybe he felt just as awkward about his worry as she did. She picked up her bag and pulled out the sealed bags of the evidence she collected. She also took out some white powder and a soft brush to get ready to check the clues for Deaths Silence's Finger prints. As she pulled on her latex gloves she anticipated what she would find. She hoped nothing was clear and she would finally find something, but at the same time if she did find something what would her killer do to her?

She began to work, carefully powdering each object and dusting it away with her soft brush. She did the pipe first, after close inspection of the weapon she found nothing. She placed the pipe aside and began to work with the phone Deaths Silence had used. It turned up empty to. With a sigh she also put that aside. Then, with great anticipation she picked up the glove, her eyes inspecting it closely before powdering it. It was a fine black leather glove that was obviously tailored to make a perfect fit. It wouldn't have shocked her much to find out her case had made it himself. She gently turned the glove inside out to show its leather underneath. Her hopes raised, leather was so much easier to check for prints than fabric, if it had been cotton or wool it would have made her life much more difficult.

"Please have something…" She said as she began to coat the black leather with a fine white powder. As she gently began to brush the powder away she saw it, the remaining powder clinging to a very fine print. She had found a finger print of her genius killer. As she dusted more away she revealed several more fingerprints where he would usually use to grip. "Yes!"

Carefully, she placed tape over the prints and pulled them off one by one so she would have the prints on hand when it came to finding a match. He stuck them to black paper to make them more visible and went on to the last item. After closing her door and shutting the blinds on her windows she took off her shirt and set it on her desk. She found the collar piece where he had caressed her and began to gently powder at the fabric. After brushing away the extra dust she found the print, but it was broken up from the stretching of the fabric. When she squeezed the fabric together it matched the others from the glove, but it wasn't whole enough to be evidence so she began to dust off her shirt.

Suddenly, Fillmore entered without knocking, and she had stupidly forgotten to lock the door. "I got the Fi- Wow!" He stared at her. She only had a bra on without the shirt and he couldn't find it in his power to look away.

She let out a gasp and pulled the shirt to her chest. "Holy shit!" She exclaimed, instantly sliding off the chair to the floor so she desk hid her. Her heart was beating a thousand miles per hour. Fillmore had not only invaded her privacy and had a good look at her without her shirt on, he had also startled her. She was red in the face now and slightly upset. "Get out you pervert!"

"Ingrid I didn't mean to!" He said in his defense, obviously startled himself. He backed up to the door and had his hand on the doorknob. "I swear I didn't know, I was just coming in to give you the-"

Ingrid Squinted her eyes shut. "I said get out!" She yelled again, her voice more embarrassed then angry. She heard the shutting of the door and peered over her desk to see if he was gone. He was so she quickly pulled back on her shirt before more mayhem could happen. She then approached the door and looked at Fillmore who was red at the cheeks and waiting for her outside. She cleared her throat with slight hesitation and spoke. "You can come in now."

Fillmore, not pressing the matter onward, entered quietly. After Ingrid cleaned off her desk Fillmore set a father large pile of files containing people who were on San Francisco warning crime list. These were people who had either committed small crimes like shop lifting or loitering, seemed slightly suspicious to others, and failed to be considered a real case; some cases were a little to abstract to be considered a real crime. "Over two hundred files, this should be a fun afternoon." Fillmore said with a sigh. "I'm guessing you got he prints."

Ingrid smirked and held up the black piece f paper showing the five prints from the glove. "Sure did, we have to compare them to all the prints in these files. If we find a match we find out killer." She said with an excited smile. "Let's just hope this guy has committed a small crime or did something suspicious before."

Suddenly, Mr. Rodgerson came into the room. "I see your office is a mess, as usual." He said, instantly finding something to complain about. He looked at Fillmore. "Who's this?"

"Cornelius Fillmore." Ingrid said, looking over the pile of files on her desk. She smiled at him like she usually did. He was a big softy under his cold exterior, so all she had to do usually was win him over with a cute smile. "He's helping me out with this case."

He gave her a very strange look before looking at Fillmore again. "Since when do you ever need a partner?" He said scratching his mustache is slight confusion, his beady eyes narrowing. "Now that I think of it, the last time I assigned you a partner you scared him out of the job. What's with the sudden change of attitude?"

"I'm just as surprised as you are, Sir." Fillmore said with a sigh, looking up at Mr. Rodgerson. He smirked slightly at Ingrid before picking up the first case file.

"Fillmore and I are old partners from back in the day." She said with a smile, leaning back in the chair. "I was a bit stuck and needed some help. The only person I could trust was…" Her voice trailed off for a second. Trust? How could she trust this man, he broke her heart, but for some reason it didn't seem to matter so much anymore. "…Was Fillmore."

Fillmore gave her a slightly shocked look as she looked at Mr. Rodgerson, not even wanting to make eye contact with him. Mr. Anderson looked at Fillmore firmly. "But he's not an agent; he doesn't have the right skills one needs for this."

"Rodge, he went to the same college as me and took all the classes I did…he has the skills for it, he just doesn't have a job." She said, defending Fillmore which made him even more shocked. "I need him right now Rodgy, so please let him stay."

Mr. Rodgerson rolled his eyes before heading towards the exit. "Alright third, it will do for now." He said leaving the room. Suddenly, he yelled through the door. "And it's Rodgerson!"

Fillmore looked at Ingrid gently. "Do you really mean what you said, Ingrid?" He asked, one of his eye brows quirked slightly. "Do you really trust me and need me to help as much as you say you do?"

Ingrid gave him a look before going back to the files. "Come on Fillmore, we have some work to do. We'll break for lunch in a couple of hours."

Fillmore sighed and nodded, picking up on the files. Ingrid glanced up at him quickly. He was so clueless to the fact that she still liked him much more than he thought. She had tried to get over him but was never really able to; her love for him was so deep that even now, after all the rude things he had done or said, she still loved him. She sighed and went back to work, she knew what they had would never return, he was to untrusting to give her a second chance, so her love would have to remain a secret. She would have to hold it back…. For now.

Saturday/October3rd/Year2004/12:30pm

It was lunch time and Ingrid third and her temporary partner, Fillmore, was walking down the street to a small café and sandwich deli. She was silent for most of the walk, and so was Fillmore. There was a stale atmosphere going on between he two of them that neither could explain. A million thoughts were racing through Ingrid's mind all at once. Thoughts about Fillmore danced through her mind and heart and Deaths Silence kept popping in there too. He must know that she had the evidence she needed to unmask him, so why was she walking the streets. He said he would come after he is she got close to solving the case. What would stop him from attacking sooner rather than later?

"You seem very quiet." Said Fillmore, breaking the awkward silence between them. "Have a lot on your mind?"

She nodded and looked up at him. "I'm surprised I haven't heard from Death's Silence yet, he usually calls me or writes to me after big events. It makes me wonder what he's up too."

"Hmm… You think he's going to strike soon?" Fillmore asked, glancing at her from the corner of his eye.

She nodded silently before talking. "But I don't really know when. And it's hard to tell when or where with such an unpredictable killer." She said, shaking her head. "If we cant intercept his next attack more innocent people will die. I am very-" Suddenly she was cut off by the sound of her cell phone in her bag. She quickly rummaged through her things and pulled out her phone. Gregory Clark, 555-555-5555 is what her cell phone caller id read. She did not recognize the number at all. "Fillmore, do you know who this is?"

He looked at the cell phone screen and shrugged. "I have no idea, but id picks it up anyway." He said with a look in his eye. "Who knows who it could be…?"

Ingrid nodded and pressed the talk button and speaker phone button at the same time. She had a feeling she knew who it was and if her suspicious were correct she wanted Fillmore to hear it too. "Officer Third." She said right away as she would usually do, even with anticipation running through her veins she still acted formal. There was a slight pause before a voice spoke.

"Officer third, there's something I want you to hear…." Said the familiar voice that plagued her mind. There was another pause, Ingrid was curious to what she was about to hear but her ears could never be prepared for what she really heard. A high pitched scream of pain and fear shrieked through the other line and out Ingrid's phone. The scream of a girl as something razor sharp slid across her skin. "Do you hear it Ingrid! Do you hear the pain and fear in the scream!"

Ingrid heart raced inside her chest, its rapid beating struck her chest so heard that she thought it could explode right from her chest. "Stop it!" She yelled, her voice fearful for the victim. "Leave her alone!"

"What's the matter Third? Loosing your normal emotionless demeanor?" Asked the cold and cruel voice of Death's Silence as he taunted her, the girl still screaming in the background. "I warned you Ingrid, I told you to back down. I even gave you a little push towards what could possibly happen if you found anything out. But you kept pushing your luck, didn't you? You couldn't let one case go… I almost killed your friend, I almost killed you, and now I'm about to erase this girl from existence… And yet you keep on fighting don't you? Your persistence is irritating…."

Fillmore was staring, jaw agape, at the phone as a loud sinister laugh echoed through the speaker. Ingrid was awestruck. This man was killing some innocent girl just because he wasn't getting his way. "Why do you have to kill someone to prove to me you mean business, I already know that anyway, you pushed me of a fucking fire escape!"

"Temper, Third, Temper; I don't think I've ever heard you this disheartened before…" He said, you could tell by the note of his voice that he would be smiling. "The reason I'm killing this girl, Ingrid, is to show to you what happens when you meddle with things that shouldn't be meddled with. To worsen the guilt I'm about to place upon you I'm going to give you a full description of this girl…Ha….She's not very tall for being nineteen, but she's a beauty. She has lovely long red hair with the most energetic green eyes I have ever seen…."

As Death's Silence continued his tainting description you could hear pleas of help and mercy from the girl he was talking about. Ingrid glanced at Fillmore and whispered to him quickly. "Find Gregory Clarks house and stop this man…" She said, her voice trembling.

Fillmore nodded and sprinted away to find a phone booth and a phone directory with addresses in it just as Death's Silence continued his antagonizing talk. "… She seems to live with her boyfriend and from these photos on the fireplace I figure there deeply in love… Pity there love will be cut short…." Another crackle of laughter could be heard, soon fallowed by the crunching of glass and the whimpers of the girl. "she's religious, there are crosses everywhere, and a Bible is resting just next to her, so she believes in all that stuff, but just because you believe in heaven doesn't make death any less scary, does it?"

"How can you be doing this!" Demanded Ingrid, tears welding up in her eyes as she listened about what sounded like a perfect life that this man was about to destroy. She could only hope Fillmore would get there in time. "What have I ever done to you to make you want to tease me so much with your cruel antics! I've never even met you so why are all your murders meant to harm me! Ruining some perfect girl's life just because you want revenge on me! Your acting like a guy who got rejected by a girl and can't think past there big ego to se it isn't all that bad! Revenge is the lowest form of punishment!"

"Very clever, Ingrid, you hit my problem right on… I am some guy who got rejected by a girl… The only difference is I was deranged way before the rejection, the rejection only added my problem…." He said, his voice leaving its taunting tone to pick up a more serious one. "Think back a ways, Ingrid… Think about what happened before you got into the crime solving crap…. What happened, and think how it might possibly click to what's happening now… Think aloud to please; I want to hear what is running through your skull…"

Ingrid could still hear the tortured sobs of the girl so she wasn't dead yet, she had to keep him occupied so Fillmore could nail him. "…I was in college studying to be a crime investigator, after my safety patrol years my destiny was clear to me. It seemed I had all that I wanted too. I had good grades and was on my way to getting my degree; graduation was so close, I had a loving boy friend who I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, and a well paying part time job….Everything seemed perfect…" She said, closing her eyes as she remembered. "But then someone ended my happiness. A man named Seth Land Sice, who had this creepy thing for me, started meddling with Fillmore and my relationship… "

Ingrid felt her voice crack as tears came to her eyes. "Continue third, I want to hear the pain in your words as you tell me this…"

She whipped her eyes and continued. "One night, at a college dorm party, Seth forced himself upon me and…And kissed me just as Fillmore turned the corner…" She said, her voice trembling again. "Fillmore through a fit… And no matter how much I tried to explain, no matter how much I begged he wouldn't believe me… Seth had gotten his way, Fillmore broke up with me. I assume he expected me to go out with him afterward because he asked me out the next day, I rejected him with as much hate as I could possibly muster and…Wait!" She suddenly exclaimed, her eyes widening a second. She pulled out a small note pad and wrote down Death's Silences name. With the help of her photographic memory Ingrid quickly unscrambled the words to create the name Seth Land Sice. "Oh my God, you're Seth aren't you!"

There was loud laughter on the other line. "Finally. Third, it clicked!" He exclaimed, more laughter coming. "Yes, I am that "creepy" guy you remember from back in the day. I am the one who caused you and Fillmore to split up, and I am also the man you rejected… After all my hard work to get him away from you, you rejected me, but I was still satisfied. No matter how hard you tried Fillmore wouldn't be with you again… I found that so rich. But rejection hit me kind of hard, and since I already was a bit crazy it didn't help much. I was walking home one day and I saw a young woman, she reminded me of you so much, I just had to fallow her. and as I watched her and her family hang out in the living room rage surged through me, I knew I had to blow some steam, so I killed them. Knowing you always get the hard cases it thought it would be fun to mess with you. I never actually expected it to get this far, I would of hoped you would have backed down. I really don't want to kill this girl."

"Then don't kill her!" Ingrid yelled, her eyes glancing around the street. "Turn yourself in, if your as deranged as you say you are you can be helped!"

"Don't give me that bull shit, Third." He said, his voice firm and angry. "You would do anything to see me rot in jail… You caused this monstrosity, now there's no turning back! I will kill this girl right now, and as you hear her tortured screams you will be filled with guilt! Then you will know there is no sanity in trying to catch Death's Silence!"

"Stop!" Ingrid screamed, but as she did she heard nothing. Not the scream Death's Silence promised, nor his senile laughter.

"…. Well, well, what's this?" He asked, his voice sounding taunting again. "A cab just pulled up in the driveway, and your precious Fillmore just climbed out, oh and look, he has a cute little pistol… HA!" another boom of sinister laughter came. "I can't believe you actually sent him to find me… Did you seriously think that he would be able to take me by surprise?...Your a fool, Ingrid…. Not only will I kill this girl I'll kill him now too. Sure he'll be able to run for a little while, but with a child's weapon like a pistol and the experience of a teenager I'll be bound to take him down before he knows what hit him. We'll just play a little game of cat and mouse first, and he's the mouse."