A loud motorcycle pulled up to the front of San Francisco's finest's office. The officer stared out the door wide eyed, "Great, here comes another one." He watched the blonde man kick the kickstand down and reach into the bag on the side of the bike and pull out a brief case. The door opened abruptly knocking the officer off his feet.

Brilliant blonde hair and dark sunglasses, he moved the sunglasses down his nose and scoffed, "Move." His eyes were an intense icy blue. Clad in leather and a rosary around his neck the young man approached the desk, "I have an appointment. Or rather, your office does."

"Sir, San Francisco doesn't contract bounty hunters." The officer recited.

The man smiled and flipped open his wallet, a single gothic style letter graced the surface of the ID. 'M' "I'll say this again, you're office has an appointment." Mello smirked darkly.

A female voice called behind the officer, "Detective M! I'm so glad to see you've made it here in one piece."

Mello grinned and handed the officer his keys, "Be a dear, pull my baby off the street and park her." He walked passed the front desk, "Emily Mako? Wow, no one told me I'd be working with such a beautiful detective, honestly, the law enforcement world takes such beauties! The true crime of the modeling world is to let beautiful people like us slip through the cracks!"

Emily blushed brightly, "Thank you…"

Mello smirked, "But, I assume your brain is far more capable than that of a runway, their loss. What do we have?" He placed himself at an empty desk and put his feet up on the tabletop.

Emily handed him a folder, "Another slaying, witnesses say they saw our victim leaving with another man. They said he was an 'enchanting young fellow.'"

Mello glanced up from the crime scene photos, "You're kidding right? You're not asking the right witnesses, need to find the catty ones."

Emily blinked a few times and put her glasses on, "Oh?"

Mello nodded, "Yeah, but at any rate, you have a decent amount here, we can draw up at least a psychological profile." Mello sighed, "This is usually what Matty is for… I hate doing this kind of stuff. Oh!" He pulled out his cellphone and dialed a number quickly.

The other two detectives at Emily's side watched wide eyed, "Whose he calling?"

Mello smirked, "B! My psychological genius!" Mello greeted both the phone and informed the detectives.

A long drawn out sigh could be heard as Mello flipped the phone to speaker, "If you don't solve the case on your own…"

"I might remind you, you're on speaker, and there's nothing against using resources to my disposal, that, and I know, if I called R he'd more than likely lecture me to tears. But I need help, come on, surely someone as bright as you can help me out? You know profiling isn't my strong suit, I don't want this bastard to get away with anything because I didn't source out the right people!"

The detectives heard a groan, "You just want action! Lazy bum, fine, what's your file?"

The detectives started reading off known facts to the silent phone, they all paused for a moment waiting for a response. "So… He charms his victims, then goes home with them… Draws them… Then kills them?"

Mello nodded, "Right."

"Sick fuck." The words sounded as if they were spat from the lips of the anonymous voice with disgust.

Mello smiled at the irony of Beyond calling someone a sick fuck. "Well?"

Another long over dramatic sigh, "M, you're more than likely… Are you writing this down, I'm not going to repeat myself." The detectives scrambled to the white board. "You're more than likely dealing with a case of denial, perhaps deep rooted in his past, he's probably been there in San Fran his whole life, it's always had a culture for the homosexual persuasion."

Mello was writing his own notes, "So you think abuse?"

A distinct hum came from the phone, "Mhmm, more than likely male inflicted, perhaps he showed signs of early on "symptoms". Likely, playing with dolls rather than trucks, or playing hopscotch with the girls rather than ball with other boys."

Mello crinkled his nose, "So, he has these feelings, but most likely repressed them to avoid the overbearingness of his father figure, so now he's a man, still wants to act on it, but more than likely is suffering from flashbacks of abuse." The detectives feverishly wrote to keep up with the duo.

"Or. Because no psychological profile is complete without an alternate theory, he was sexually abused as a child, again, because of the nature of his crimes, more than likely by a male source."

Mello looked up, "That's sick, B."

"No. Sick would be if it were true. This is just a theory, but a theory that can't be ruled out. Not until you've narrowed your case down further."

Mello sighed, "So if that were the case, we're looking for a seme. Or a carefully disguised one."

"I believe that would be correct. I doubt he would take the form of the flamboyant one, regardless, the source is the same: shame."

Mello shook his head at his notes, "So, would it be safe to conclude this?"

"Never. Human pathology is never complete, therefore, I don't have to tell you, but I will anyway, be careful M. This one seems to be more cunning than we're giving him credit for, he's organized."

Mello smiled softly at the phone, "Thanks for the help, B."

"Of course. Don't make this a habit though, and I meant it. Be careful, L would castrate me if anything happened to you while I'm only hours south and C is only hours north."

Mello rolled his eyes, "Good to know that you're interests are self ensured."

"Aww, M you know you're my favorite… Just… Don't tell N or C that."

Mello cackled out, "Don't lie to me! C is the favorite. For obvious reasons."

A deep laughter was heard startling the detectives around Mello, "I have a thing for blondes I guess." They all shifted a nervous glance to each other.

"Anyway, thanks B, I need to get this started." The line went dead.

Emily tilted her head, "How do we know he's accurate?"

Mello glanced over to her while writing, "Let's just say… He thinks like a killer, just be thankful he's on our side."

Emily raised her eyebrows, "L has some interesting detectives."

Mello smirked, "You don't even know the half of it." He looked back up at the whiteboard and stood up placing his hands on his hips, 'He's probably hiding in plain sight, be my luck he's already here, placing himself in the investigation, if my assumptions are right, and I hope they aren't. I feel like there is more to this puzzle than I'm allowing myself to see…'

His phone rang, 'Blocked number' Mello creased his brow, "M."

A deeper voice came over the line, "We're hunting the same man."

Mello stared at his phone in disbelief, "C? Seriously? Did you want to work together?"

"No. I have my own case, it's gone cold, but I intend to finish it for the people of Keddie, I have other routes I need to take in the meantime, however, I'm sending you the file." The line disconnected abruptly.

One of the investigators behind Mello dropped his pen and stared blankly at his page, Mello watched him carefully. "You." He pointed accusingly at the investigator that was placed by the F.B.I. "What do you know?"

He looked up quickly, "I just didn't know the Keddie murders were being investigated."

Mello narrowed his eyes, 'There's my rat.'