Bennet adjusted his glasses carefully. He grumbled a little under her breath remember that God forsaken conversation about fairytales he had been forced to take part in. He stood in line for TSA's safety checks. Just because you were an FBI agent didn't mean you were exempt form the dreaded pat down of another agent to make sure you weren't planning some funny business. He sighed looking up; only to see Nea freaking Campbell, arrive at the very back of the check line. The purple haired man looked up to see Bennet far in front of him, only to have Bennet give him a snide smile, quickly turning away.

Bennet gave a sigh; the conversation was now fresh in his mind, the X-files? Campbell had to be joking, monsters, aliens, the unexplained…

Ridiculous, a grown ass man believing in such things as monsters. He rolled his eyes just thinking about it, but the TSA agent gave him an odd look as he walked through the x-ray. After the screenings had been done he quickly took his shoes and slipped the black oxfords on as he pulled his coat over himself, walking out to the open area of the airport terminal.

By the time he had gotten to the end to wait for Nea, the man attempted to step through the full body scanner only for the machine to beeped. The man quickly returned to the other side of the scanner and begun emptying out his pant pockets, removed his socks, and checked his shirt pocket, pulling out a pen along a few quarters. He went back through again and it beeped once more.

Bennet put his face in his hand, barely making out the words Nea spoke to the TSA agent. "Is it me who broke they're ankle?"

Bennet looked up to see a TSA agent patting Nea down and running the metal detector over his ankles only to get it beeping on one.

"Oh so it was me!"

Bennet stared almost in disbelief as the other man walked calmly through the scanner once more to the other side to casually pull on his shoes, coat once more, and walk over to him.

"Well that took long enough!" Nea said.

"Why do you have metal in your ankles?" Bennet asked quickly. "And why don't you remember that!"

"There are two of us we're identical, I've started to forget what happened to which off us as children." Nea said. "Come on specs!"

"Stop calling me specs."

Seven hours on a plane ride and then another two in the car listening to on and off again, static-y country radio and Nea's insensate chattering of mindless thing, Bennet blinked in and out of a light sleep until Nea slammed on the breaks and he jolted up.

Bennet gave a glare at the man driving, who barely stuttered out.

"Look."

He turned to see a deer staring back at him just as wide eyed as he felt.

"Oh god damn it, this is why I hate the country." Bennet grumbled only to get a mild laugh out of Nea.

"What is this a little too much nature for you, Specs?"

"Shut up, I like nature just fine, just not when it's coming at the car I'm in." He replied swiftly.

"Ooo touché, we're almost at Saint Mary, its right around this bend." Nea said beginning to drive once the deer moved out of the car's way.

"Bigfoot country, huh? Are you ready to see absolutely no proof what so ever?" Bennet said with a sneer as they entered a small dusty looking town in the middle of the Montana Mountains.

There was a sudden sharp turn and Bennet clutched the handle in the car as they turned roughly into the town's sheriff office lot. Nothing but bumpy gravel road as Nea parked the car.

"Are you to bend over and kiss your own ass when we do find evidence?" he asked quickly before opening the car door. The soft crunch of gravel followed as he walked in front of the car before turning to wait for Bennet. "Come on, Specs."

Bennet rolled his eyes and opened the door into the cold winter air of the Montana Mountains, if he looked to their west where the mountain ridge lay; it looked as if it was so far away from them. However, before that the white consumed everything.

They walked into the police station and Nea quickly went up to the information desk, chatting up the man behind the desk easily. Bennet watched him, only getting the general subjects of the conversation, which was mostly small talk explaining who they were and why they were there. Bennet made his way over to a bulletin board littered with missing pet flyers. He chuckled, wondering why they were there of all places, but then he saw a missing person flyer. Frowning, He looking it over.

"Glasses."

That name quickly pulled him out of his fixation on the flyers. Bennet gave Nea a small glare as he walked to follow Nea back into the Sheriff's office. The Sheriff was a plump man wearing the almost cliché brown uniforms.

"I mean, I really believed that there was no reason for you boys to come out here, but I guess since you're here we'll take your assistance," The Sheriff said. "A few days ago we got a call about a missing woman, Jocelyn Gayla, a day and a half after her missing person's report; we found her body up by the lake a few miles out from here. A few days before that, a John Doe was found…a few days before Gayla went missing."

"Can we see the bodies?" Nea asked. Bennet shifted uncomfortably in his seat rather quickly.

"Why don't we split up, you can go to the coroner's office, and one of your officers can take me to the lake side." Bennet hurriedly said, catching Nea trying to hid a childish face of disappointment.

The sheriff nodded. "I'll show you out there myself. Mr. Campbell I can show you to the hospital, because the town's morgue is there."

Bennet heard a small complaint from Nea about it being a small town but shrugged it off.

About an hour passed as Bennet sat in the car with the sheriff rambling on about his wife, while all Bennet really wanted to do was go to a motel room and sleep off the grogginess that came with the cross country flight. Finally they pulled up to a little lake with a few houses surrounded in snow around the edge of the frozen lake. The Sheriff stepped out of the car. Moving towards an out grove of trees withering in the cold air. Long tear marks ripped through the earth. The area was marked with police tape and marker flags scattered the earth like leaves in autumn, marking little things like tears and tracks. The most prominent area was where the body was found.

"These indentations in the dirt? Could a vehicle have caused?" Bennet asked looking back at the sheriff.

"Not any vehicle I've seen in these parts."

"When was the body found? The most recent one?"

"Two a.m. last night, a jane doe, the body was so disfigured you could actually see her teeth through her eye b-"

"Thank you, sheriff." Bennet said quickly. "Any idea for a motive?"

"We're stumped. We thought for a while, that it could have been a serial murder, but that's fallen apart, there is no evidence, to suggest that a man could have done it killed all these people." The sheriff responded in a somber.

"No suspects, no motive, no leads…" Bennet turned to the sheriff before letting out a sigh. "And the other crime scenes?"

"Covered in snow up at least as high as your ass."

Bennet's shoulder slumped. " Right, because… its winter and it snows here…"

"Again I don't know why you and your partner came out all this way just for something without any leads." The sheriff replied.

"You and me both," Bennet mumbled under his breath. "There is nothing left out here for me to look at. I would like to read over all the case files there are."

The sheriff nodded and waded through the little amount of snow there was back to his car as Bennet followed.

Later that night Bennet stood in his almost shady looking motel room, Nea was still out and thank God for that. The room was silent aside from the clamor of people in the rooms next to him. The case files had haphazardly been thrown on one of the beds. Bennet quickly opened the messy set of file folders looking only to find the shitty reproductions of the victims' bodies, taken by the coroner.

He pulled out his cell phone and quickly dialed a number. He glanced back at the images of cold bodies lying on metal slabs.

"Hello? Yea it's me… Sorry for calling you so late…Listen, I could use a second opinion on this case I'm working on?" Bennet said when the phone was picked up. "Yea I'll fax you over the pictures, do you think you could work from those? Yea, okay, thanks, I owe you. Yes, I'm fine… Yes, I've been eating… Jesus, what are you my mom?" He laughed sticking the pictures through the fax machine in the room and punched in a number. Bennet heard the doorknob jingled and a man curse on the other side. He slipped the photos out of the fax machine and set them back on the bed.

"I'll call you back okay? Okay, good bye, goodnight…" Bennet hung only seconds after Nea entered the room.

"Your girlfriend?" Nea raised an eyebrow as he entered.

"Shut up." Bennet responded.