Disclaimer- The show is not mine, mores the pity.

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Cragen motioned Becca over as she entered the bullpen. "Chief Vasquez faxed the ME reports and a timeline for Carson's San Francisco victims. I thought we'd do a preliminary briefing, and then you have a meeting with Dr. Huang." Don said.

"Yes Mother and I'll wash behind my ears too." Becca grinned. "Give me an hour and the only thing the briefing will lack is the photos. I have my case notes and Ben's with me."

"You can use the interview room. I'll have the team together and ready in one hour." Don put a hand on her arm. "Just remember, you don't need to prove yourself to these people, Rebecca. Don't push yourself over the edge to get this guy."

"I'm good Cappie. Nowhere near the edge yet." Becca shrugged off his concern and headed to the car to get her bags.

As she waited for the elevator, Fin came up the stairs with her bags in hand.

"Becca, I thought you might need these since it looks like we're here for a while." Fin handed her carryon over. "Where do you want the rest of these?"

"You saved me a trip to the car, I was just coming for them. Can you help me bring'em to the interview room?" Becca asked.

"No problem. We didn't get to talk much in the car." Fin said.

"No, 'cause I was to busy pulling your partner's chain." Becca smirked.

"First I thought you were into that crap too. Then I realized you were messing with his head. I'll admit the mob angle was a nice touch." Fin smiled as they headed through the bullpen to the interview room.

"Munch reminds me of a guy in my squad, Tony Marcosi, his personal twitch was earthquakes." Becca grinned at the memory of easier times. "He was convinced we were seconds away from the Big One and that the coast was gonna end up in the drink. Everybody tweaked him on it, but I could keep him going for hours."

"It doesn't take much to get my partner going on conspiracies. Drives me crazy most of the time but he's a good cop." Fin tapped the side of his head. "He's really got the stuff, you know."

"The twitchier they are, the better they are usually." Becca pushed open the door and put her carryon on the floor. "Marcosi was down right unreal."

"You need a hand in here?" Fin asked.

"If you could help me sort through these notebooks I'd love it. I'm looking for stuff dated from October 2003 till three weeks ago. Black covers my partner's, red's mine." Becca started pulling notebooks from the biggest suitcase. "I need them sorted by date. It'll take a few minutes, there's probably forty all together."

"Damn, I take eight or nine cases to fill one notebook." Fin whistled.

"Well, Ben's the reason, he got me in the habit of writing a novel on each case." Becca grinned. "But it means we can get a jumpstart on nailing Carson's nuts to the table." Her grin became almost feral.

"You're scary." Fin said jokingly and then became very serious. "Why this guy? Why's he so important to you? And don't give me that he's the bad guy or to save the kids bullshit. Somethin' on this one really twitched you down deep. I've been twitched like that before so I know it when I see it."

"Owen Carson hooked into me about six months into the case. Started sending me notes and after the sixth vic, he got into my apartment and put dead roses on my bed. He wants something from me and when I figure out what, I'll have the son of a bitch. I don't think it's going to take all that long either, I think I'm getting into his head now." Becca stared out the dirty window. "He followed me out of his territory and into mine. He just made his fatal error, I haven't lived here in 14 years, but this is my town. I just have to get him talking to me and the little prick is mine."

Becca repeated to herself. "He followed me, he followed me." She turned to Fin. "The son of a bitch wants me. He wants to play his twisted little game on me." She moved quickly out of the interview room and across the bullpen, grabbing her jacket off the coat rack.

Fin caught up to her by the elevator. "Where you going girl?" He grabbed her arm to turn her around. He'd been standing nearby when the Cap warned her about going off on her own.

"There's something I just realized. Carson chose the lake for a reason, he's sending me a message and if I can figure it out, I'll know where he is." Becca looked at Fin. "Are you coming or not?"

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A/N- Well guys, tell me what you think of Fin. Did I get him or completely mess the characterization up?