"Why Isn't Baljeet a part of the investigation?" Isabella inquired.
"He is a Psychologist, He evaluates the officers and Investigators. The BAU has more experience in serial killings like this," Gretchen answered.
Phineas and Isabella glanced over at Ferb whom nodded. The green haired man had grown out of speaking less than five sentences a day but he still remained reserved.
"She's right, I have had the opportunity to work with the BAU, They are good in finding patterns in killings, " Ferb stated.
"I'm just worried that they might not find any patterns," Gretchen commented.
"Don't worry love, The BAU is good at what they do," Ferb said with a soft smile.
The two couples were in the Fletchers living room. After a nice dinner the two couples were relaxing. The news of Ferb's promotion had cause some excitement. A small noise made all the grown-ups heads turn.
It was Lyra, Ferb and Gretchen's oldest child. She was three years old, while rubbing her blue eyes she came into the brightly lit living room. Her green hair was hard to miss, despite being only three Lyra was a very quiet child.
"Mommy?" Her quiet voice asked.
"Lyra sweetie, what's wrong?" Gretchen asked as she got up from the couch.
"I had a bad dream," was Lyra's response.
"Where's Sora?" Ferb inquired.
"Here, Daddy," Came a muffled response from the hallway.
Sora was the exact same age as Lyra. Sora's green tinged chestnut colored hair hung down in her face obscuring the small girls bright blue eyes. Ferb and Gretchen exchanged glances, normally the girls were in bed by seven, it was ten now.
"I take them," Gretchen said quietly, as she scooped up the two small girls.
Phineas and Isabella looked at one another and then at Ferb. Ferb ran a hand through his green hair.
"I really wish her brother hadn't told them the Grimms version of Cinderella," Ferb commented, "This makes this the third time this week the girls had a nightmare."
After this statement Gretchen came back into the living room. As she sat back down next to her husband, the others could tell she was slightly irritated.
"I am going to have a talk with Glenn tomorrow," She grumbled as she sat down.
"About Grimms?" Ferb inquired.
"Ja," Gretchen responded, not even noticing she had slipped into speaking German.
"Well it's late and we have to pick up Keira from Candace and Jeremy's," Phineas said.
"Alright, Next week? And you can bring Keira with you next time because murder won't be the subject at the table," Gretchen replied.
...A Week Later...
"We still haven't found anything that can point us to a killer," Gretchen reported to the group assembled in the conference room.
The members of the BAU murmured in agreement. The bodies had been dismembered but blown apart in vastly different way. Other than the removal of the pelvic area and the decapitation, none of the bodies were blown up the same way.
Gretchen muttered something in German before paying attention to what the FBI Homicide's Pathologist had to say. Both Danville's PD and the FBI's Homicide squads were running out of time before they anticipated the next body. Both teams were exhausted from working almost non-stop on the case.
They had all the crime scene photos, X-rays, and all the files on the case. They had to release the remains within the next three weeks. They had gotten a positive Identification on the first body as well as the second. They were just waiting results on the third.
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It was time for him to disappear for a bit, at least get off the police's radar. That last body had been a bit too close for his comfort. And according to the press releases, the investigation was beginning to come to a stand still. He ran a hand through his hair. He had to find new ways to keep the police baffled but right now, he needed the case to go cold and for that to happen, he has to hold off on the next kill. He frowned, he hated to wait for a kill.
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Three more weeks, Gretchen thought to herself, Almost a month since the last body had been found. Two weeks since they had ID'd the last victim.
Gretchen ran a hand through her hair, as she went over the case file agian. This case was testing her sanity. She got done reading the reports and tossed the file on her desk when her phone rang. The ring tone made her blood freeze, Isabella's ringtone.
"Fletcher," Gretchen answered automatically, "What? When? Alright I'll be there within the hour."
Gretchen quickly shut her phone and glanced up at the clock. She stripped off her maroon lab coat as she headed out the door. She didn't need to worry about Lyra and Sora, her mother had them.
This is the worst possible thing that could have happen. As if we didn't have enough problems to worry about, Gretchen thought as she headed towards Danville Marshal Hospital.
Now ties into another fiction called A Broken Troop. Next Chapter...well you are going to have to wait to see.