.I really hated writing this chapter. It creeped me out even thinking about writing it, but it had to be written to move on with the story. I think I've put it off for long enough.

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The knowledge that the two women now identified as Rebecca Mitchells and Eva Holden, could be two victims of a serial killer was a large weight on Sara's chest. The likelihood of it was becoming more and more apparent. The two women didn't seem to know each other and there was no apparent connective places between the two. And both were killed in the same way, the same way seven women were killed in San Francisco. The same way-

Sara's thoughts were cut off by a quick rap on the door behind her. Turning around she came eye to eye with Mia.

"Hey, I heard what happened earlier. How are you feeling?" She asked leaning against the door frame.

Embarrassed Sara looked away, "Fine, really, just low blood sugar."

"Good. Anyway when you were out to lunch with Nick, Doc Robins found some skin scrapings under one of your vics nails, a uh, Rebecca Mitchells."

Sara's heart started to race, this was good news.

"Unfortunately" Mia continued, "since there is nothing to compare it too, all I can tell you is that it's male."

Sara nodded feeling a little foolish for getting so excited.

"Thanks Mia" Sara said.

Mia smiled and turned away leaving Sara alone. Sara turned back to the computer in front of her. It was still running a search for similar crimes committed in Nevada. With nothing more to do for the moment she spread the crime scene photos on the floor around her, looking for anything that would help her figure this out. That's were she was found 4 hours later by Warrick, who was preparing to leave.

"Sar?" He called questioningly into the room from the doorway, his bag thrown over his shoulder.

Not looking up, a quiet "humm" passed through her lips allowing Warrick know she had at least acknowledged his present.

"Girl, you OK" he asked coming closer to her. He placed a hand on her shoulder to get her attention, only to have her jumps away and look up at him in terror. He pulled back at the look in her eyes.

"Whoa, Sara, you OK, you look terrified" He said, concern evident in his voice.

"Oh, ah, it's… the photos, I was just really concentration… on the photos," she stuttered waving her hands at the pictures around her, composing herself she said, "you startled me."

"Sorry" Warrick said.

Extending a hand to her he pulled her up off the floor.

"Shifts over, you should be heading home," he said. Cutting her off before she could say anymore, "I heard what happened earlier, your going home Sar, even if I have to drive you home myself," he said more sternly.

At first she opened her mouth to fight but was hit with a wave of exhaustion.

"Your right, I need to go home."

She bent down and started picking up the photos. She heard Warrick place his bag on the ground and the sound of the pictures being lifted off the ground. She grabbed the last of the photos and stood up to see Warrick standing by the computer she had been occupying a few hours earlier. The weight in Sara's chest seemed to have gotten larger.

"Why are you looking for similar crimes committed in the area" He asked still looking at the computer.

Sara stumbled for words.

"Just checking, you know two girls killed in the same way different times, just checking" she answered quietly.

Turning around Warrick met her eyes, "do you think you have a serial killer?"

The lump in Sara's chest felt like it was crushing her now. She fought back the urge to scream no, to reject any possibility of it. To lie. Instead she settled for the middle ground, denying the knowledge.

"I'm not sure yet." The words were heavy on her tongue.

Warrick watched her a little while longer. Unable to keep his questioning gaze she turned away and put everything away.

"OK," was his only response.

Placing a fake smile on her face she met his gaze once again, "Come on lets get out of here" she said as she headed for the door.

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As soon as Sara entered her apartment she headed strait to her room. Taking off her boot she climbed into bed. As exhausted as she was, 2 hours later she was still unable to fall asleep. Climbing off the bed she padded into her bathroom. Opening the medicine cabinet door her hand reached for a familiar bottle. Opening in and taking a pill from the near empty container, she swallowed it with no difficulty, placed it back in its spot in the cabinet and headed back. She soon succumbed to the medically induced sleep.

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'The dripping was getting louder. What was it? Leaky pipe maybe. There had to be tons in this old warehouse .God, who the hell cared about a stupid pipe' Sara snapped from her thoughts. She needed to keep focus and stay calm. She turned her attention back to John who was beside her, she swallowed the lump in her throat from the sight of his gun drawn. Fear had developed into a hard pit in her stomach. 'Where was Ari, she should be here, her message said that she'd meet us here. Aribella could be a little flighty sometimes but she was a good cop, she wouldn't be late to a possible crime scene'. The pit of fear seemed to squeeze harder in her stomach as she fought away panic. That damn dripping seemed to becoming from behind the door in front of them. She turned the doorknob and pushed the stiff door open.

Sara could feel the curdling scream come from her throat at the sight of the girl with long black hair and midnight blue eyes swaying at the end of a rope hanging from the sealing. Her eyes clouded over, vacant of any life. The violent red of the blood from the wound on her head was so strong against the paleness of her lily white skin. Sara eyes followed the trail of blood down the body of her best friend, past her feet and down a foot of air till they reached the floor, where a pool of blood had gathered. The rhythmic plunking seemed so loud as each red drop gained the ocean of blood beneath her.

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AN: On to the next chapter.