A/N: So here is chapter 2 thought about this one, wrote one draft in English class, I really don't see why I have to take English it has nothing to do with what I'm majoring in. I know how to speak English thank you. But decided to change it just a bit on the way home. Really I do think about other things, not much but I do.

"Look you got music, food, games rides, bathrooms what more could you want?"

"The music will make you deaf, the games are fixed, the rides are older than either of us and can break and kill someone every time it starts and I don't classify port a potties as toilets they are filled with god knows what diseases"

"Well when you put it that way"

"Sara, Greg I want you to canvas the area with this much blood its got to lead somewhere"

"Sure thing!" Greg answered for them both.

"How can you down grade a carnival if you've never been to one?"

"I just open my mouth and out it comes" where they were looking there was nothing but footprints in the sand, cigarette butts and the occasional piece of dropped food.

"Ha I got you talking like me!"

"Shoot me now"

"That would be contaminating the evidence jeez Sara"

"You need to get laid"

"Are you offering?" he looked over at her and she looked up at him, their eyes met and held

"Don't be ridiculous" and yet another answer avoided, he was starting to think that she really did like him but wasn't about to admit it to him.

"Sorry being ridiculous is who I am" she moved in front of him ending what ever kind of conversation they were having.

"I'm not finding anything" Greg told her a few minutes later, they were running out of carnival ground, only thing left was the row of port a potties.

"Hey Sara if I wanted to get rid of something before I left and no garbage cans were around, where do you think I would drop it?" she followed his flashlight beam.

"Have fun"

"I cant do it by myself, there's at least twenty of them"

"You can and are"

"Can you at least hold the doors for me?"

"Fine"

It was on the twentieth port a potty and the one closest to the exit is where they found the blood, someone had tried to wash what they could off themselves but left the blood everywhere, the knife no where to be seen. The funny thing of it all was they found a finger in the urinal, the vic wasn't missing any fingers.

"Who's finger do you think this is?" Greg asked as he bagged and tagged the finger, it looked like a pinky but he wasn't sure.

"One way to find out"

One thing he'd come to realize about Sara was she didn't like anyone in her personal space but she wouldn't exactly tell you to move over. So he played that to his advantage casually bumping elbows and once he got enough balls to reach across the table making his arm brush against her breast, he heard a sharp intake of breath but then she moved on.

"So did you find out who the finger belonged to?" she asked moments later after the little breast brushing happened her on the other side of the room.

"Still John Doe"

"Maybe we're looking at this all wrong"

"Okay you got me"

"What if the finger is the perp's?"

"Vic got pissed off bit his finger off?"

"No, was anything found on the finger?"

"Grease"

"So it could not even be related to this case"

"I don't think so, it was fresh, it was still dripping blood"

"And we got the call what fifteen minutes after it happened?"

"Here's what I'm thinking" it was his turn to lay out a theory "What if someone who works there cut himself enough so his finger fell off or something, the guy was trying to put it in the john, when the vic found him and threatened to tell authorities so he went crazy and stabbed him to death, went back to the john dropped the knife in the you know what, washed up and went back to work"

"If you're right we could be looking for another body"

"Ya but why try to get rid of a finger?" that's what didn't make sense

"We're back at square one aren't we?"

"Looks that way"

"Well there is one way to find out if the knife is really in the shall I say shit"

"You're on your own for that"

"With the shield" he'd already had liquid human flesh in his mouth he really didn't want shit in there too. If eating someone else made him a cannibal, what would eating someone's shit be? Hmm something to find out

"Care to make a little wager on this case?" he asked the next day, he could still smell the waste he dug through yesterday, after three showers it wasn't really up to him if he smelled or not. All he could say was that it was amazing how much shit could be held in one of those port a johns!

"You've been hanging around Nick and Warrick too long" she said as she stood looking at the pictures trying to put together what had happened

"But would you?"

"Okay"

"If one of the carnie's did it you have to come to the carnival with me"

"What if we don't solve it in time?"

"Well then you have to go on a date with me"

"And if I win?"

"Anything within reason"

"Okay if I win you have to wear a tutu into work for the whole night"

"A tutu? Have you forgotten I wore a turban?"

"Okay a full ballerina out fit minus the pink slippers and a matching tiara too and you have to wear it out in the field too"

"Alright deal" he held out his hand for her to shake, she hesitated but then took his hand and shook it with her own. He couldn't ignore the electricity flowing up his arm from the brief contact.

"Deal"

It was a deal he had to win or die trying.