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Chapter 4

She didn't get much sleep the night before, but then again who would? The majority of the night was spent tossing and turning between nightmares about the sick nut on the loose and her dead husband. After the fourth sweating grim nightmare, she didn't know whether she was thankful or dismayed when Bobby called to tell her there was another killing. All she knew was it gave her an excuse to not close her eyes again.

"Same M.O. as the others, no casings and his badge is missing," Bobby said as he removed his latex gloves with a snap.

"He's methodical. You gotta' give him that."

"Well, if he has been at this as long as we think, he's had time to perfect his craft. But there might the chance he wasn't always this careful."

"Every killer has a first."

"Now we have to find his. This means we have to go back over any case that even resembles his M.O. and figure out which one he first committed."

She nodded in agreement and they headed toward their SUV. Half way there, Alex felt a chill run down her spine. She couldn't shake the feeling she was being watched but every time she looked, she found no one. Brushing the eerie feeling aside, she continued towards the vehicle and got in.

He stayed in the shadows watching them. More specifically, he was watching her. He felt satisfied when he saw how haggard she looked. It only meant his package had the desired effect on her. While he hadn't wanted to part with one his prized trophies, he knew it was the only way to catch her attention, to make her think about him. It made his game all the more satisfying.

His stomach churned when her partner leaned into her personal space to tell her something. To him, their body language spoke volumes. The big detective always felt the need to touch her in some way, whether on the arm or a hand at the small of her back, but he always touched her. To any passer by it would casual, as if he was just being the perfect gentleman, but he knew otherwise. He'd been watching them enough to know there was something else behind those small touches and it made him sick.

Noticing they were leaving he couldn't help but revel in the fact it was obvious something bothered his Alexandra. When she hung back from her partner and casually scanned the crowd he couldn't help the smirk that formed on his lips. "Look all you want Alexandra, you won't see me, but I will always see you," he whispered to no one.

Bobby and Alex spent the rest of the day sequestered in one of major case's conference rooms slaving over old case files. During that time Bobby could see the how the tension and exhaustion of the case had affected his partner. She barely spoke unless it was to answer one of his questions. Her lunch, a tuna sandwich, lay less than half eaten next to her and it was plainly obvious to him she hadn't slept much the night before. He knew things would eventually come to a head and she would either break down and cry or pick up the nearest object and fling it across the room. With Alex, Bobby figured it would be the latter.

His breath caught his in chest when he saw her reach for the box containing her husband's case. "I can look through that one."

"I'm not made of glass Bobby," she snapped back.

"I never said you were. I just figured…" He stopped mid-sentence when Deakins entered the room. "Captain?"

"Alex… there is um, another package for you," Captain Deakins said quietly, watching her face.

Quickly discarding everything, they rushed out into the squad room to a see a medium- sized flower box sitting on Alex's desk. Crossing the room, Alex reached out with a newly gloved hand and opened the box. When she got a look at the contents she nearly lost what little of the tuna sandwich she did eat. Inside the box were twelve dead, crushed red roses accompanied by several photos of her and Bobby at various crime scenes, a note and a Polaroid that made the blood in her veins go cold.

"You can add taking pictures of his victims to his M.O," she said dully.

"How do you know that?" asked Deakins.

"Because he just sent me a picture of my late husband," she replied, showing them the picture of her husband's dead body. "His note just says, 'I know and I am watching you.'"

"He knows what?" asked Deakins.

"All the pictures, other than the Polaroid, are of us at the crime scenes. Nothing that indicates what he knows," replied Bobby.

Noticing Alex's increasing paleness, Deakins made a decision. "Alright, it's late enough. I want the two of you to go home and get some rest. I'll call CSU.

"Captain," started Alex, ready to argue about staying.

"Alex do you really think you will be able to concentrate after this?" Her silence was his answer. "Go home, that's an order," he said before walking away.

"Come on. I'll drive you home," Bobby said, grabbing her jacket off the rack and offering it to her. She put on the jacket but not before taking one more long hard glance at the polaroid. "Come on," he urged, and without a word she let him lead her out.

The drive to her apartment was spent in silence. He knew the last thing she wanted was to leave the office. But her listless and pale pallor made him believe that she really needed to get away from there. He hated to see her in pain and in the five years they had been partners this was the most conflicted he had ever seen her.

After parking the car, they simply sat there for a moment before she turned to him. "Bobby, do you think you could come in for a while?"

TBC...