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AN: Here's the next chapter! Thanks to all who read and reviewed! Please continue to R&R, it helps my muse!

Chapter 6.

This is war

Cassie looked around at the stunned faces that the group from the crime lab was sporting. To say they were shocked would have been an understatement. Lindsay's mouth kept opening and closing; she was obviously unable to form any words.

Danny, however, was not having that problem. "Seriously? Ya kiddin' me? She calls that writing? I know dogs that can write better than that! Now I know that I am not a writer, but even I know that there is this thing called spell check! Can she use it?"

Flack, too, was sputtering in disbelief. "Do people even talk like that? It's like reading something that a five year old wrote!"

Finally, Lindsay was able to form her reply. "Dear God. I want to gouge my eyes out with something sharp and rusty!"

Cassie had to laugh at that. "I understand. That is the one drawback to reading fanfiction. Sometimes, it's okay. But the majority of it is straight and utter crap. At least some of the writers do take constructive criticism, but this is one of the few that don't!"

Danny rubbed the back of his neck, clearly puzzled. "I have to ask. Now, I have watched Buffy at little bit, but who the heck is Wilma? I thought her name was Willow!"

Cassie rolled her eyes. "It is and yes, that's who she was referring too. See what I mean?" Cassie quickly hit the review button, so she could type it in. "Okay. So how bad do you want this to be?"

"Make it really bad," Lindsay snarled. "I think I lost brain cells from reading that story!"

Cassie laughed when Lindsay said that. "I've got to use that in the review!" She began typing, reading aloud as she did so. "Okay, so I just finished reading what you are calling a story and I have to say, what? Your story makes no sense and your writing is even worse! I mean, come on, a five year old could write better than this!" Flack grinned as she said that. "On top of that, who in the heck is Wilma? I was under the belief that her name was Willow or am I wrong? After reading the crap that you call writing, I've not only lost brain cells, but now I have this strong urge to gouge my eyes out with a rusty fork! Maybe you should read some actual books or watch the show before you decide to inflict your writing on anyone else."

Cassie looked at the group. "So, was I harsh enough?"

Danny, Flack and Adam were bent over in laughter, while Lindsay was smiling broadly. Adam stopped laughing long enough to answer her. "I don't think so, but I think that anything else would have gone over her head!"

Flack also got his laughter under control. "Now what?"

Cassie sighed. "Now, we wait for her to respond. Hopefully, she's online right now, but if not, it may take a while. All you have to do is keep checking the email account and see when you get a response."

Danny and Lindsay sighed. "Well, then we should get back to the lab and see if there is any more trace evidence we can examine."

Flack nodded. "I'm going back to the pit. See if I can find anything in the background of the victims that ties them together more than fanfiction."

Cassie watched as the three people left the room before turning to Adam. "So, what do you have to do?"

Adam shrugged. "I've got some video that I need to review before my boss, Mac, gets back. Feel free to stay here and keep an eye on the computer though."

Cassie nodded. "Thanks."

Flack was sitting in the pit trying to find more information on the victims, when the call out came. Another dead body; as soon as the description of the scene came in, he knew it was the same killer. Sighing in both anger and frustration, he quickly called Danny and Lindsay to let them know the location.

When he arrived, just moments before the pair, he was obviously upset. His expression matched the frustration on both Danny and Lindsay's faces. The three looked at each other before Lindsay growled, "We'd better catch this girl or I'm going to throw the stupid computer off the roof!"

Danny nodded emphatically. "I agree, Montana. It is so not worth reading that story if we can't catch the stupid girl!"

Flack nodded as he pulled out his memo pad. "I'll start hitting the witnesses and see if I can get any information outta them."

Danny nodded to him as they walked up to the second floor of the apartment building with reluctance. He paused at the door, not wanting to see what the body had in store for them.

Lindsay put a comforting hand on his arm. "We'll catch her, Danny," she said softly as she stepped past him and into a familiar scene.

Just like the other scenes, the body of a young woman lay in the middle of the floor, burned. Unlike the other scenes, however, there were obvious signs of struggle. Danny looked at the overturned furniture, a feeling of hope beginning to flutter inside of him. "Ya know, Montana, I think our luck might have turned. The vic obviously put up a fight and ya know what that means…"

"Lots of evidence," Lindsay finished with a slight grin. "You want the body?"

"Might as well," Danny agreed as he moved towards the young woman.

Lindsay moved around the living room, looking at the photographs. She noted that unlike the other apartments, this woman had numerous photographs of her with what looked like friends and boyfriends. She walked into the bedroom, taking note of the photographs that graced the wall and a desk that contained a laptop. She opened the laptop to see what she could find on the hard drive.

Meanwhile, in the living room, Danny was carefully studying the rug around the body. He noticed a couple of drops of blood, and a few strands of hair, that looked like they'd been pulled out by the roots. Carefully, he bagged the hands and took a sample of the blood, positive that Adam would be able to pull some DNA from it.

After combing through the area around the body, he moved to dusting all the overturned furniture for fingerprints, while Lindsay was going the same thing with the bedroom.

Flack knocked patiently on the door directly across from the crime scene. When the door finally opened, he studied the older man who was looking at him. "Can I help you?"

Flack nodded slightly to him. "I'm Detective Flack, NYPD," he said flashing his badge. "Did you hear anything strange this morning?"

The man looked at his badge and then glanced across to see the crime scene tape decorating the door. "I heard some shouting between the girl that lives there and a man, but that's not unusual. She was always fighting with her boyfriend," the man revealed.

Flack noted that down before looking up and asking, "Did you see anyone entering or leaving the apartment today?"

The man shook his head. "No, sorry. I work the night shift and I don't wake up until around noon. I heard the shouting but didn't think anything of it."

Flack nodded his head. "Thank you for your time, sir."

Back at the lab, Cassie was waiting for an email to be received by doing the crossword puzzle. She scrunched her nose in frustration. "What's a four letter word for chemical ending?" she mused.

Adam over heard her question and walked up behind her, studying the crossword puzzle gracing the computer screen. "Ines," he replied.

Cassie glanced up at him in confusion before she realized that he was answering her question. "Oh! Thanks!" she replied as she typed in the letters.

Just as she got it down, the email pinged with a notification of new mail. She grinned as she minimized the crossword and pulled up the email. "We've got mail!" she said with a wide smile.

"Great!" Adam said as he settled into the chair next to her. "What does it say?"

Cassie refreshed the email and then sighed in defeat. "It's just a review for the story, damn."

Adam sighed along with her; he'd been hoping more than she was that Candi had responded back to their flame. "Oh, well. We knew that it was possible. What did it the review say?"

Cassie smiled. "It said, 'Great job. I hope to see more from you.' That's pretty cool, at least. I feel accomplished."

Adam snickered. "But surely, you've heard that before. I did read part of one of your stories and you're a good writer."

Cassie blushed slightly. "Thank you. Yeah, I have heard that before, but I tend to spend more time on my chapters. I literally just threw this together. I don't think it's my best work."

Adam just shook his head as the email pinged again. "Now what? I hope it's not another review."

Cassie shrugged as she refreshed the screen. "Nope. It's a review reply." She clicked on the link and winched as she read the grammar. "I hope you're ready to try to trace this. 'U bitch! How dare ya insult my story! My stories da bomb! Every1 loves it and u just crazy if ya don't. I give ya da finger!"

Adam shuddered. "Dude, she's gotta be crazy!"

Cassie smiled as she clicked to respond to the reply. "Really? Everyone loves your story?" she said as she typed. "I find that hard to believe, unless your readers don't understand proper English? You can give me 'da finger' as much as you want, but that's not going to change the fact that I can actually write and you can't." She winked at Adam over her shoulder. "What do you think of that reply?" she asked him.

Adam just laughed. "That's great! But it's still going to be difficult to track the IP address."

Cassie nodded. "Maybe we can get her to reveal some information about herself. Honestly, I don't think she can be more than a teenager."

A few minutes later, there was another email in the inbox. Cassie clicked on the private messages and began to read. "Oh, ya wanna play? Fine. I hope you burn just like the flames that you send! I'm gonna hunt ya down & make sure that you do!" Cassie's eyes opened wide. "Wow, she's really upset. Do you think that's enough to get anything? Maybe a warrant?"

Adam nodded. "I think it might be, but I'll have to run it by my boss," he began as he saw Mac walk by. "Mac!" he called out.

Mac turned and walked into the lab. "You have something, Adam?"

Adam nodded. "Yeah," he said before he realized that he should introduce Cassie to him. "Mac, this is Cassie, she's a fanfiction writer who is helping us in tracking down our suspect. Cassie, this is Detective Mac Taylor, my boss."

Cassie nodded as she stuck out her hand. "Nice to meet you, sir."

Mac smiled. "Please don't call me sir. It's nice to meet you as well. What's your news, Adam?"

Adam smiled and quickly brought him up to speed. "So, that's where we stand," he finished. "Do you think that this will be enough to get a warrant?"

Mac nodded. "Probably, especially since another body just turned up. I'll make the call. Thank you both for your hard work."

Adam and Cassie shared a smile as Mac left the room.

Danny and Lindsay arrived back at the crime lab to find Adam and Cassie grinning like cats who had gotten into the cream. Danny raised his eyebrows. "Ya got something?" he asked.

Adam smiled. "Yeah. Candi sent a rather inflammatory reply back to one of Cassie's messages. It was enough for Mac to get the warrant. We're getting access to the servers as we speak."

Danny and Lindsay both grinned. "That's good news," Lindsay said. "The latest scene was a plethora of evidence and I have another computer for you to look at."

Adam nodded. "I'm on it."

Cassie stepped back, feeling like she was intruding. "On that note, my job here is done, so I'll let y'all catch a killer."

Adam grinned at Cassie. "Thank you for your help."

Cassie grinned back. "No problem. Just catch Monica's killer," she said as she walked out of the lab.

Adam turned back to see knowing grins on the faces of Danny and Lindsay. "What?"

Danny couldn't resist teasing the younger man. "Go after her, Adam! She's cute and she's you're type. All nerd like."

Lindsay slapped Danny on the arm. "Be nice, Messer," she muttered before turning to Adam. "Adam, I think she likes you. What Messer is trying to say is you should ask her out."

Adam blushed, not wanting to reveal that they had already exchanged numbers. "Whatever. Anyway, I'm going to get back to getting the server information and I'll page you if I get anything," he stuttered before sitting back down at his computer.

Lindsay just shook her head and began to make her way to the trace lab. Danny followed her, shaking his head. In silence, they began to process the new evidence.

AN: Okay...So one more chapter after this and I'm working on it very hard!! Hopefully I'll be able to post it at the beginning of the week!!

Maddy - Thanks! So am I!! This last chapter is killing me though! I'm just not happy with it yet!

backstagespotlight - Thank you! That's why I created this fic...and I will say the Wilma/Willow thing was inspired by a story that kept calling Flack, Flunk! grrrr

TiggerTaylor - Thank you so much! I am curious now to what is your native language? (I tend to throw different languages in when I can!)

Aphina - I love the nerd flirting! I really need to work on my Adam story, but I want to knock out this and HP first!

laplandgurl - Thanks! I'm protesting against bad writing!! (lol)

CSI junkie - Box, monitor...tomayto, tomahto! My muse was very outside the box with this! I have a couple of more twists and turns in store in the final chapter!! (:p)