A.N. So this is a little off beat, and please bear with me, I assure you that I am going somewhere with this idea, as crazy as it may seem. I do appreciate those of you who read this, and those who take out time to comment, and I hope that I am living up a little bit to your expectations, thank you.

Chapter 3

"What do you want Logan." Goren asked when the two detectives entered his home.

"Your notes on the Whitmore murder, they weren't on your desk."

"They are here; I had them in the car with me."

"And you couldn't think to give them too us earlier?" Logan asked, slightly disgusted.

"It wasn't exactly a top priority at the time."

He went and got the notes, annoyed that the two detectives would wake him and Eames at this god-forsaken hour.

Handing them over, Goren shifted from one foot to the other waiting on the two other detectives to leave so he could go back to sleep.

"Um, there is something else. I ran the mo from the Whitmore scene through VICAP and it came back with three other hits in the area. It looks like maybe we are looking for another serial killer." Wheeler said.

"Detective Wheeler, you and Detective Logan are looking for a serial killer. I am not on the case any more." Goren said.

"Yes, we are aware of that, we just thought you would appreciate being kept in the loop." Logan said, annoyed at Goren's attitude.

"Sorry, thank you." Goren said realizing that he had pushed to far.

"Who are the other victims?" Eames asked.

"Laurie Swift age 39, Kara Williamson age 35, and Teresa Nichols age 17, and before you ask, none of them are as famous as Ms. Whitmore. I think that chances are that this guy is after you Goren. He knew that Major case wouldn't get these killings until it was someone worth our attention so to speak, and so he killed the daughter of senator Whitmore, therefore making the case prominent enough for the eminent Detective Goren. He probably wasn't counting on you being taken off the case."

"No, he wouldn't have expected that. Deakins wouldn't have taken me off the case, and therefore not knowing that Ross and Deakins vary so much he would have assumed that I would still be on the case. Have you all figured out about the flowers?"

"No, we haven't."

Goren nodded; he noticed that he had been pacing back and forth in his apartment. The two other detectives had grown quiet.

"Detective Goren, we are going to go. If you think of anything please call us." Detective Wheeler said, making Goren feel as though he was the one under the micro-scope.

This was more complicated then it was supposed to be. Goren wasn't supposed to taken off the case. That threw a wrench in the plan. Whitmore was supposed to die, in order to get Goren's attention. The game was afoot, but Sherlock wasn't playing.

Laurie was a sweet girl, her murder wasn't hard. No single woman in New York City walked the streets with out watching over their shoulders. But Laurie, now Laurie felt safe with her neighbor, which is what made it so simple. It was a good thing that Goren didn't get the case eight weeks earlier. It was pure luck that he was too busy with the Gage case to pay much attention when Laurie's body turned up, otherwise he would have been able to figure out right away, and then there wouldn't be any fun.

The killer sat back on the couch kicking back with her feet up and relived the other three murders. Goren always wanted her to be an open serial killer she knew that from the first time they met. That is why he tried so hard to pin so many murders on her, ah maybe to begin with Laurie was just annoying and therefore had to go, and maybe Kara just pissed her off, and well Teresa reminded her way too much of Eames… ah yes Eames, that was the crown jewel. To destroy Goren, to make him into a complete and utter mess, would be to take her away.

But since she couldn't do that she had to settle for the next best thing.

Early the next morning, Goren woke up before Eames and went for a run. When he got back she was up.

"I need to go see a friend." Goren said when he came back in.

"Oh goody, you know how much I love meeting your friends."

Together they left and drove across town to a small flower shop. A friend of Goren's was a florist. Eames wondered silently.

"Um, uh Mike this is Detective Eames, Eames this is an old friend of mine Michaela Henderson."

Mike was a short red headed woman that reminded Eames slightly of Detective Wheeler.

"What can I do for you Bobby?" Mike said.

"What kind of flower is this?" He asked handing her a picture of the flower taken at the Whitmore crime scene."

"Ah, that is an Auckland Metro Rose, or a Precious Michelle. They bud out light pink, two or three buds to branch, but they bloom white." Mike said, not really looking at the picture. "There are only nineteen flower shops in the area that sell this particular kind of rose. Of those fifteen haven't had any sales on this flower for the last six weeks. The other four have shown moderate sales."

Goren wasn't the least bit surprised by this information; he was surprised by what came next.

"I told the other detectives all this about an hour ago Bobby. What's going on?"

"This was the same kind of flower that was left in Eames apartment."

"So who ever is placing these flowers, they are after you?" Mike asked.

"Yeah, something like that."

"The woman, who bought the flowers from me, had a very strong very fake English accent. She was definitely trying to sound like she was from Manchester." Mike said.

"If she was faking an English accent, where do you think she was from?"

"The way she held her accent in, I would place her from Australia, although this particular woman spent a great deal of time, probably close to a dozen years in Thailand." Mike said.

"There is no way you got that from one conversation." Eames said.

"Well actually before I opened a flower shop, I worked for the US Army as a linguistics' expert for fifteen years, and as an FBI agent for six. So yeah, I could get that from a short conversation."

"Wallace." Goren said. Knowing immediately that was who they had to be dealing with. Obviously. But why kill all these innocent women. Why after all these years go after Eames. Until this point they were just pawns, in an annoying chess game that Nicole Wallace liked to play. But now, she had gone into Eames home, this soon after Gage, it didn't make sense.

"We should go talk to Captain Ross." Eames said.

"Bobby. I didn't tell the other detectives about the woman buying flowers from me. If you go to your Captain, he is going to want to know why they don't know it."

"Don't worry Mike. I'll handle it." Goren said calmly.

Eames and Goren left and headed to 1PP.

"Why didn't she tell them about it?"

"Because Mike probably knew who Nicole was when ever she bought the flowers originally, but she didn't put it all together till Logan and Wheeler started asking questions."

"Why would she know who Nicole Wallace is?"

"Because I told her about Wallace."

Eames was slightly miffed by this. Her partner was confiding in a civilian, someone she didn't even know existed, about things that he shouldn't be discussing with a civilian, even if she used to be a former FBI agent, and one of his Army buddies. The rest of their morning was spent in silence, even after they got to 1PP. She didn't know what to say to him, or rather how to speak to him with out getting angry. Eames really felt wounded over this.