Disclaimers: I own nothing.

"Stella, get to the fingerprinting lab, now," I said over the phone, as a hit print on the computer screen.

"Sure," she replied, sounding confused.

It only took Stella a minute to arrive. "I got a hit in AFIS to a partial from the clothing."

"See, I told you they'd make a mistake at some point," she said, picking up the printout. "Joseph Alan Richardson. Convicted of two counts of disturbing the peace and arrested twice on hate crime charges. Unpaid fines. Well, we can get a warrant for his arrest that way. Known associates, National Socialist Movement."

It was hard for me to swallow, especially that last sentence. Even though it wasn't a major surprise. "That's a neo-Nazi group." Stella looked at me, question on her face. "I say we have Flack bring him in for questioning."

"And get a warrant to search his apartment."

"Don't you think they'd have been smart enough to throw it away?"

"Oh, Hammerback sent up a sample from one of the last vic's cut. It showed some of the other vics DNA profiles."

"Okay, so apparently these people are idiots."

"Yeah, but if it helps us get them, so be it."

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For me, it was hard to process Joseph's apartment. The first thing we found was hate literature of all types everywhere. I had to swallow down my vomit at one moment looking at it. We found a kitchen knife that tested positive for blood. We also found two lists: one of all the synagogues in NYC, and a second of all the synagogues we had found bodies at.

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"So, Joseph, recognize this guy?" Stella asked, passing a picture across the table.

"No," he sneered.

"Well, this is an old picture of Joshua, what about this one?" she continued

"No, I don't recognize him," he lied through his teeth.

Controlling my anger was taking all my energy, so I let Stella ask all the questions.

Stella continued through pictures of about half of our vics before I couldn't control myself anymore.

"Quit the bull shit, Joseph. We've got the vics blood on your knife, bruises that match the size of your hands, and your prints on the vics clothes," I said.

"All right, fine, you got me," he said nonchalantly, "I killed them. But do I feel sorry, heck no."

"You know you could at least show a little remorse," I screamed angrily to him, almost in his face.

"Remorse? For helping make the world a better place?"

"What the fuck! Making the world a better place by killing twenty people?"

"Those Jews? Those people don't deserve to live."

"What?" I exclaimed.

"Monroe," Stella shouted.

I ignored her, "Those Jews?"

"The only thing I'm remorseful for is that I didn't get to kill more."

I was reaching to shove the guy when Stella grabbed my arm, and said to the two uniforms, "Get the guy out of here." The two uniforms handcuffed Joseph and led him out of the room.

I kept trying to pull my arm away, but Stella kept a firm grip on it. "Let go," I said angrily. She did.

"Sit down," she said, angrily. I had never seen Stella this angry, I had never even seen Mac this angry. She waited until I was seated before continuing, "Detective Monroe, what just happened in here?"

I had to blink back tears. I didn't speak up because I wasn't sure whether I'd scream or burst out crying.

After we were both silent for a few minutes, Stella continued, "Lindsay, you completely lost it in there. You almost assaulted the guy. You've been far too emotional in this entire case, and although I had just been chalking it up to frustration, that's not it. I want to know why."

"Stella…" I said weakly.

"Look, Lindsay, we're not leaving until you tell me why, so unless you want to be here until the end of shift, start talking."

I looked down, "I'm Jewish."

"Oh, I'm taking it Mac doesn't know."

"It's not in my file."

"Lindsay, you should have never been on this case."

"Mac wouldn't dare take you off a case if someone had killed a Greek Orthodox person."

"Lindsay, that's not really the point. This wasn't just a murder, it was a hate crime. And soon as we figured that out, you should have gone to Mac and requested to be taken off the case."

Damn it. I know she's right. I didn't that Stella was also berating herself for not figuring this out. "I just didn't want my religion to affect my job."

"Well, Lindsay, I'm sorry to have to say this, but it just did. You could wind up getting suspended for this."

I hung my head. "I know."

"Well, you need to go talk to Mac."

"Stella, I can't…"

"Look, either you go, or I will. And don't doubt it. Mac will be far happier if he hears it from you rather than me. I'll finish up this paperwork."

I knew I was beat. "All right."

A/N: Constructive criticism welcome, flames not. Please review.

I know that we have no idea what Lindsay's religion is, if she even is religious. For the purpose of this story, she's Jewish.