Sprawled on the huge white table at the center of the lab are the disturbing photos of the victims of Hawkes' and Angell's serial killer.

"Couple #1" Angell starts "Devon Morris and Estelle Jones. Devon was shot in the temple, shattering the glass window."

"Estelle Jones was then stabbed twenty times and her left breast was exposed and mutilated. We recovered the shell casing from Devon's shooting with the letter 'H' carved onto it". Hawkes concluded.

"Next couple, Jordan Zweineger and William "Leann" Durst. Homosexual German couple. Jordan was shot in the head --- shell casing with the 'H' was recovered. William, or Leann as he/she would like to believe herself to be, was stabbed 100 times, her left breast" Angell looks up at Hawkes "as amazing her boob job was…"

Hawkes smiled.

"… Was also mutilated" Angell continued.

"Killer made a mistake with Zweineger and Durst, thought they were a heterosexual couple" Hawkes said "until he ripped open Durst's panties…."

"….And found out that he's packing" Angell said.

"And now we have Orlando Sales and Geena Bailey." Hawkes said "But he's getting sloppy. We got DNA and prints"

Angell nodded "Strand of hair on Bailey's seat. Print on the car window".

"Not hits on AFIS or CODIS" Hawkes concluded.

Hawkes feels something vibrating in his pocket. It's his phone. It's another text from Ophelia.

Why do people do what they do?

Angell looks at the halls and sees Mac. "I have an idea, but I have to run it by Mac first. You good?" she asks Hawkes.

Hawkes smiled, pleased by the fact that he could be somewhat alone with Ophelia. "Sure. I'll be right here"

Hawkes texted back. What do you mean?

Hawkes put the phone down on the table and crossed his arms. He stared at it for about three minutes when it lights up again.

I was at the produce section at the grocery across the street. And a woman took an apple and then sniffed it, she inhaled the apple smell for about a minute or so. And then she didn't buy it, the message read.

Hawkes laughed. Ophelia had the weirdest yet most interesting messages. He loved that she observed the simplest things that Hawkes hardly ever notices in his busy day.

I guess she didn't want to commit to it Hawkes answered.

If that woman couldn't commit to an apple , Ophelia texted back, what are her chances of ever committing to a lifestyle? A career ? A lover?

Hawkes nodded his head. Out in the hall, he sees Angell and Mac finishing their conversation and walking towards him. He texted back frantically.

If it's any consolation, I don't sniff around. Hawkes answered.

"Hawkes" Mac and Angell had walked in. Hawkes returns his phone in his pocket. "the attacks are in a one-mile radius from Central Park, correct?"

"Yes, Mac" Hawkes answered. "In fact the Sales-Bailey attack was just 500 feet from the Morris-Jones attack"

"So your idea might actually pan out" Mac turns back to Angell.

"What idea?" Hawkes asks.

"Entrapment" Angell said "We'll set up two of our detectives somewhere in a car in Central Park, wait for the killer to approach them. Once he's within three feet from them, we pounce"

Hawkes nodded. "It's 2am. Where will we get two undercovers who will pose as a couple to come here at that short a time?"

Mac smiled a wicked little smile. "Why get two undercovers to pose as a couple when

you can get two CSIs that are an actual couple?"

Hawkes chuckled. "I have them on speed dial"