A/N: Lawliet again. Might have some problems; let me know if you find something that isn't right. Constructed criticism is welcome…blah blah blah.

"…and that is pretty much all the information we have gathered so far" Agent Mathews mumbles with some restraint.

"I see." I look up from my pastry filled plate and stare at the men around me.

"So…are you-"Mathews gets cut by Hopkins.

"Will you take the case?"

I set my fork down and look at the anxious faces of those around me once more before saying…

"Of course, but I have one request."

Instantaneously, the group of men all sigh a sigh of relief

"…only will you get involved when I want you to get involved please."

I watch some men narrow their eyes, while others look nervously at each other.

"Yes, sure, let us know." Mathews smiles brightly and, after a few huffs and puffs, gets off the couch to give me a handshake.

"Thank you very much for your help."

They all mumble and grumble to themselves as I leave the room.

Walking back to my hotel, I think about the possible characteristics of this serial killer.

How does he/she kill?

When?

Are there any patterns?

I'm itching to dig into the manila envelope by the time I rush into my room.

The sun shines through the large windows of the peaceful room.

The room seems a lot happier than when I saw it last.

I toss the manila envelope onto the bed and sit down in front of it.

With the readiness of a kid opening a Christmas present yet the caution of a bomb specialist, I open the envelope.

One by one, I slip each picture out carefully.

I sort them all out so I can see all of them clearly on the bed.

There are six victims.

Cathy Ellen, Louis Garcia, Ryan Swan, Jude Clark, Zack Williams, and George Bennett.

Majority so far are male.

I separate the pictures in six piles, one pile for each person.

Looking to the far right of the piles, I see lifeless black eyes and messy orange hair.

Cathy Ellen.

In the final moments of her life, she was tortured in an abandoned apartment basement just outside of Los Angeles.

Leaned up against the wall next to a window, Cathy rests her arms on her bare thighs neatly. They were obviously placed there by the killer.

According to the coroners' report, the skin underneath her undergarments was not affected or stained by blood.

So, throughout the crime, the killer did not remove those undergarments.

This could mean two things:

He/she wasn't attracted to her.

He/she had some sympathy.

By looking at her injuries…the latter sounds less logical than the first.

If that is the case, then the killer is either a woman, a homosexual man, or had ulterior motives.

I'll leave that question hanging for later, till I check the other murders.

Her skin was tainted from head to toe with clean cuts and scrapes.

The killer had used very precise tools and was very experienced.

A surgeon?

Her nails were bent; she had struggled while he or she dragged her.

So, the killer must have been a lot stronger than her to be able to overpower a grown woman.

The killer must be a man.

Cathy Ellen ultimately died from massive blood loss and forced trauma on her skull.

I put aside one picture and my eye catches the one lying underneath.

On her pale stomach lied numbers.

He had engraved these numbers in…

051603

What must these numbers mean…?

There must be a reason why he put them…

Setting Cathy Ellen aside, I pick up Louis Garcia.

Black hair and clear blue eyes.

Unlike Cathy, Louis was found without any clothes on.

But, similarly, he was in the same position; arms resting on thighs, body against wall.

Garcias' body was also found in an empty warehouse 30 miles away from the empty apartment.

Almost every single thing was similar to Cathys' case…even the numbers on his body were the same.

But why was he naked and she wasn't…?

The next four men were exactly the same as Garcia; even all of them had black hair.

So many questions…

After swiping through all the pictures, I finally see it.

A jar.

Strawberry Jam.

Flashback

"Beyond?" I had snuck into the library during lunch because I wasn't hungry and thought I was the only one in there at the time.

Beyond had pushed me against the library bookshelf while I was reaching for a book.

I feel his hands reach around my waist and up my shirt slowly, teasing.

Then all of a sudden he turns me around and, before I could protest, dives into my mouth.

I raise my hands and put them in between our warm bodies so I can push him away.

After a long struggle, I push him away and he bumps into the shelf across from me.

He grunts with frustration and sits across from me, rubbing his neck.

Gasping for air, I slump down and end up sitting across from him.

I take in the delicious sight of my Beyond.

Messy black hair falling in wisps in front of that handsome face.

Those erotic eyes.

Deep pools of burgundy, alert but lust-ridden.

His warm skin, how smooth. There will never be a day when I wouldn't want to feel him.

But, not here.

Not now.

He runs a hand through his hair and stares at me.

"So what are you doing here?"

He reaches over and picks up the book I dropped.

He crawls over and growls into my ear while dropping the book into my lap.

"I could ask you the same thing."

I chuckle and push him away softly and he sits back down.

"Wasn't hungry…"I read the description of the book.

"I don't ever eat their food." I look up to see him staring at me admiringly.

"Oh? Well what does my Beyond eat?"

He licks his lips.

"Only you Lawli"

I stretch my legs and try to avoid his gaze only to fail.

Pop.

I look up to see Beyond sitting with his legs crossed and a jar sitting between them.

He looks down smiling and digs his finger inside the jar.

"mmm want some?"

How adorable.

He probably noticed my smile and looks up innocently with his finger still in his mouth.

"Strawberry jam huh…?"

"Yea, I love it."

That smile is to die for.

He gets up and sits right beside me and takes my hand in his own.

Unable to stop him, I watch him take my finger and put it in the jar and then into his mouth.

My eyes widen as he sucks on my finger and stares into my eyes the whole time.

I pull out my finger and grab his hair, pulling him in for a kiss.

"Whoa."

He gasps as I let him go.

Beyond then abandons his jam and pushes me to the ground to return that fierce kiss.

Inches away from my mouth, he stops and stares.

"I love you more than strawberry jam Lawli."

My Beyond then bites my lip and I feel myself melting under his touch.

Don't stop.

My sweet Beyond.

End Flashback

Could it be?