A/N: *giggle* Well, I know it's a bit pointless, but I can make a note, quick, just a quick one.
Right!
So, This is short, cos like most of my stories, I hit a point where my brain knows what to happen, but making them unfold is never that simple.
In conclusion, this is short, Yes! But the next one will be long, so I just didn't want one super ecstatic long chapter.

Chapter twelve
Hello, are you still there?

Julianne held a glass of water out to Elizabeth, "Here," in another hand was two aspirin, "You're in a lot of trouble." Her voice strangely calm for what she was saying.

"Thanks, guess I'm fired," Elizabeth sat up on the sofa, her hair sticking to her face, it had fluffed up on one side. Reaching out she took the glass, along with the pills.

Julianne sat on the small sofa beside her; she'd never really spent much time in the break room, not much a break room, being that it had a relatively cheap coffee machine, fridge that didn't have much in. The sofa they sat on was very old, lumpy in places and flat in others.

Elizabeth inhaled, Julianne reached over closing the gap, her hand brushed stray hair behind Elizabeth's ear. "Ray talked to Charlie," Her voice simple, small, her eyes connected with her sister's. "Defused the anger, but you've got to sober up, before you can help with the case."

"Sober up?" Elizabeth laughed, "I'm sobering," her index finger pointed at her temple. Her eyes still focused on Julianne. "I feel like a truck hit me, then back up on me, then hit me again. Repeating the process, over and over."

Julianne moved Elizabeth's hair behind her shoulder, for a moment of silence the two sisters just looked at each other, Elizabeth knew the questions burning behind her sister's eyes. Julianne knew the avoidance in her little sister; she'd grown up being the shy one. But also how Elizabeth was excellent at avoiding topics she didn't want to talk about. "Take the painkillers, drink the water," Standing up slowly, "I could really use your help."

"I just need a moment," Elizabeth knocked the pills back, chasing them with the glass of water, "Please."

Julianne nodded, "You know where I'll be, the others are out on the field," Julianne didn't really want to remember the briefing, so she brushed a hand against Elizabeth's shoulder before walking back to her desk.

Lloyd inhaled; he kept behind Charlie, Ray the other side with his hands in his pockets. They had come to the house of Derrick Florey parents; they were willing to help all they could. Lloyd glanced around the neatly furnished home. He kept glancing to Ray, who was keeping a close eye on Shea. "So if you had any idea where Derrick would be heading?" Charlie kept a strong stance, the fact he wasn't sure how they were going to handle this case. Every case was different as each con was different.

Mrs Florey inhaled, her eyes watching all the strangers in her home, her hand holding tightly onto her husbands. "I wish we could help," Her voice sweet, "but we have no idea."

"You got to understand, all of this is a surprise on us," Mr Florey spoke up, "Derrick was an honour student, he was on the school Lacrosse team, he had good friends," He stopped speaking.

Lloyd stepping forward, "When you say this," He held a hand out, "I think you two hold onto this simple notions to hold onto your son, but you have to understand what he's done," He exhaled, "Did he keep a journal, write anything down, draw?"

Mrs Florey glanced over Lloyd, "Our son wasn't a bad person, he had a few problems, but he," Her eyes falling, "I don't know where we went wrong."

Lloyd felt himself glancing over both parents, he didn't like the fact they had been put into this position, "well, if there is anything you can give me, us." He stepped forward carefully. "Derrick has a very serious condition, the sooner we find him, the better it will be."

Mr Florey nodded, "We've not touched his room," He exhaled, "we've not gone in there since," He brushed a hand under his eye, for a moment looking upset, ashamed.

Charlie nodded, "we'll try to be as respectful to you, but is there anything at all you can say to help." He reached in taking out a card, "Call here if you can remember anything you haven't told us."

Erica kept close to Ray, it was standing outside the house, she didn't have much need to see the inside of a bedroom, plus it was too small to fit all of them. Glancing behind her to Shea sitting in the car, she glanced to the relative clear day. "So, what you think about this case?" her voice smooth, her back leaning on the black SUV.

Ray took a second, "I've no idea what you mean." His rough tones cut short while glancing over the house; he looked left thinking if you walk for a few blocks, you'd come across Julianne's house.

"Just you said about bringing him in, the first time around." Her eyes looking over his face, "Just wondering if you had any great insight."

"He kidnapped seven girls, he killed six, one was lucky enough to get free," He inhaled, "All I can say is I don't care how much his parents didn't see it coming, he did it, he needs to be behind bars."

Erica carefully moved, "I've help my Dad bring a lot of guys like that in," Her voice careful, "we'll capture him."

"Anything Lloyd?" Charlie glanced around the small space. A bed in the corner, wardrobe, desk and a lot of clutter.

Lloyd carefully looking around the bedroom, personal stuff from Prison wasn't much, but this room seemed to scream at him. "This is a very double life," He exhaled, "His parents see him as the wholesome American boy, good grades, social life, sports star." He inhaled quickly, "but with everything in this room, it's like he's trying to be something else." Brushing his hand over the desk, "I'll need to look through his computer, year book," He picked it up, glancing over the cover, then to other things on the desk. "I guess I have a lot to go through."

Charlie raised his eyebrow, "you think you can work out where he might be hiding?" His voice calm, he kept thinking of everything he wanted this team to accomplish. "Any idea if he'll be getting another victim?"

"If I can make anything from the notebook in his cell, as well as all this," He glanced to the laptop, "plus Julianne could help me with this." He pointed over the laptop.

Charlie nodded, "Good, we'll pack this and get back to the office.

Elizabeth rubbed her hands over her eyes, for a second looking into the mirror of the rest room. It was easy enough to take a wet wipe from her bag to clean her face up. Make up was a bad idea, but she kept wiping her face clean. The painkillers had numbed the majority of her headache, her stomach settled down a lot.

Throwing the wipe in the trashcan, Elizabeth inhaled, her eyes fixated on her reflection, kept thinking about the case, she didn't know what to do, but Julianne wanted her help.

"Liz," Julianne smiled seeing Elizabeth walking in, "I've got a call, they're on there way back," letting out a sigh, "Bringing back a laptop, so we might have a lot of work on our hands."

Elizabeth nodded, "Cool," sitting at her laptop, focused on the screen, glanced to the spot where she'd split the drink Ray got her. The fact she didn't want to think about anything, the sooner the case was over, the better for her it would be.

"I was thinking of getting something for lunch," Julianne asked, "would you like anything?" carefully moving from her desk over to Elizabeth's.

Glancing up from the screen, Elizabeth gave a small smile, "Erm, sure, if you're sure." Her hand waved a for a second, "sorry, just trying to." Her hand pointed to the screen.

"You're checking facebook," Julianne quickly looked to photos that had been uploaded, "Liz, you mind if I ask, why the sudden need to party?"

Elizabeth inhaled, "I just have a small frame of time to, you know," She shrugged.

"To what?" Julianne kept serious.

Elizabeth kept still now, "Let my hair down, medical school is going to be rough, tough, even a little stressful, so I want to be able to keep on top when everyone around me is falling apart."

"You really mean that?" Julianne asked.

Elizabeth broke into a smile, "Hey, would I lie?" she playfully pushed her, "I am getting over my hang over, so food would be most welcome." Her eyes focused.

Julianne now smiling feeling better, "Good, I was worried for a moment." Her hand brushed over Elizabeth's hair. "Subway?"

"Subway," Elizabeth repeated watching Julianne picking up her coat, taking her purse from her desk.

"I won't be too long, I need a lot if I am going to have to get through a guys computer." Opening the elevator, "Be good." The door closed with a loud echo, Elizabeth waiting for the noise to fade of the elevator.

"Good as I'll ever be," Her face falling, her eyes going back to all the photos, for a second wishing each smile was real.