Disclaimer: I own Laura, nothing else.

"So Linds, what do you want? DNA or Trace?" Stella asked me as we headed back to the lab.

"I'll take trace. I'll get the fiber Hammerback sent up as well."

"Well, I guess I'm off to DNA. I'll check on the prints while waiting on the DNA to run. Can you check with tox later?"

"Sure," I said, as I headed to the trace lab.

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I spent most of the afternoon tape lifting the clothes, then moved over to the microscope to look at the tape lifts. I had gone through all except one, when I let out a loud frustrated groan, "Ugggghhh."

"Stuff not going well?" I looked up to see Laura, one of the trace techs.

"I've just gone through seventy tape lifts. Absolutely no foreign trace. And my eyes are about to blur."

"Well, what I have won't help much either. The fiber that Hammerback sent up from your synagogue DB," she said, holding it out to me, "Cotton. I decided to perform a dye analysis with the chromatograph. It's a black dye used in about fifty percent of the black clothing on the market."

"So it's essentially useless."

"Sorry."

Laura left to walk away and I turned back to the microscope. Put the seventy-first tape lift under the scope. "What the heck?"

Laura came back over. "Can I look?" I stepped back to let her use the scope. "That looks odd. It looks synthetic though. Run it through the IR."

"Thanks."
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I was the fiber through the IR database, and was on my way to tox, when I bumped into someone. I had my head down, so I looked up to meet the deep blue eyes of Danny. My heart involuntarily quickened, and I quickly said, "Sorry, Danny."

"That's okay, Montana. I was looking for you anyway. Hawkes and I went to investigate a crime scene this afternoon, and when Sid called after the autopsy, Mac said to pass it to you and Stella."

"Why?"

"Body dumped near a synagogue and swatiskas carved into the legs." I had to swallow hard. "Are you okay?"

I nodded, "Same MO as ours, so it'd be easier for someone to have both."

"Exactly. Here's the file," he said handing it to me. Hammerback's waiting for you down in the morgue to go over the body really quick. The report is in the folder." His phone rang. "It's Mac, I'd better go."

I opened the folder. Almost identical to the first case, except in this one, there was no footprints found, and it was found by the secretary of the synagogue. Not another case like the other. Swastikas? Aren't things like this over? I don't know if I can stand to see this again. I went to tell Stella I was headed to the morgue. She was still in the DNA lab. "Hey Stella, hear we've got a new case?"

"No, what's up?"

I filled her in quickly. "Here's the file. Danny said Hammerback was waiting to show me the body." I tried to control my voice.

"I can go if you don't want to."

"I'm fine, Stella." She gave me a look kind of like she didn't believe me, but let me go on down to the morgue.

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"Hey Sid, I hear you've got a body for me to see," I said as I walked up to Hammerback.

"Yeah, I called Mac as soon as I finished the post, because I figured he'd want you and Stella on this case." He proceeded to tell me his findings. They were virtually the same as the earlier vic, except there was no fiber on this one. "But the legs were different," he said, pulling the sheet up from the vics legs.

"Three swastikas?" I said, unbelievingly. "But the last one only had two."

"Are you okay?" Sid asked.

"I'm fine." Why can't people just leave me alone.

"Maybe it's about the number of people who've been killed so far."

"So maybe there's another victim out there."

"Unfortunately. I sent samples up to tox and DNA, and sent the clothes up to the lab as well."

"Thanks." I left the morgue, my head swimming.

A/N: Constructive criticism welcome, flames not,