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Chapter 4

He had spent the majority of the day in the library going through all the old newspapers for any information he might be able to find. He had found several articles that were probably related to the killing in Miami and a few more that may be related to the New York killing. He had also picked up several daily newspapers with articles about yesterday's killing. He didn't have anything for the other two killings as he hadn't been able to find out when they had occurred and according to Teyla most of the details about these crimes had been kept from the media.

Still it was a place to start he thought as he headed back down the street toward the warehouse that had become his home. He stopped by a couple of stores to get himself some food and a few things he was going to need. Thankfully, his face had not yet been plastered all over the front page of every news paper in L.A so he was able to get around relatively unnoticed.

He made it back to the warehouse safely and set up the blankets he had just bought into what was by no means a comfortable bed but it was better than the cold concrete floor. He sat down and pulled a snack bar and soda from the bag as he began to read through the articles in more detail than when he had skimmed them earlier.

The murder in New York had been of a young teenage girl who had been stabbed twice and died from blood loss. The NYPD had not yet made an arrest in the case though many people had been pulled in for questioning. There was no mention of any evidence on the killer.

The murder in Miami had been similar except this time it had been a young man who had been killed. He'd been in his twenties and had been killed through one stab wound. There had also been no arrest in the murder and there was once again no evidence for the killer mentioned.

He finally looked at the articles from yesterday's murder, he cursed inwardly as he looked at the photograph of the young woman whose body he had found in her home. The caption told him her name was Teresa Anders, only 25 years old. He had seen her around the apartment; he made a point of learning at the very least, the faces of all the occupants of the apartment building in case anything ever happened. He remembered her, from what the article said and his memories she appeared to be full of life and that life had been tragically been cut short by some sick psychopath.

The papers mentioned the knife and the fact that a cop had been found with the body and had then gone on the run and was currently the FBI's biggest suspect. He sighed to himself; it was typical that the only murder the papers had any useful information about was the one he already knew about.

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The smell of coffee filled the air of the café and was the first thing to greet Teyla as she and Ronon entered. The smell had the instant effect of waking her up and she smiled to the waitress as she lead herself and Ronon to a booth near the window. The waitress came over and she ordered her coffee and Ronon ordered the same. They fell into a silence as they waited for their coffee's to arrive, it wasn't a particularly comfortable silence but it wasn't uncomfortable either.

"Do you come here often?" Ronon asked her.

Teyla nodded. "John and I usually come here after work to eat."

"Why are you so sure he's innocent?"

"Because I've known him for years, he's my closet friend and I trust him completely, I'd follow him to hell and back. You can't be that close to someone and not notice that they're actually a murderer," Teyla explained as the waitress returned with their coffees.

"Will there be anything else?" the young woman asked and Ronon shook his head.

"No thank you," Teyla replied.

"I heard about Detective Sheppard, I hope everything works out."

"So do I," Teyla told her with a small grateful smile before the woman walked away and she turned to see Ronon regarding her curiously but she chose to ignore the look and the slight fluttering of her heart.

"How long have you been with the FBI?" she questioned.

"About six years."

"Have you always been partnered with Agent Weir?"

"No," he stated and his tone of voice told her she had touched a nerve and should let the subject drop.

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The small office felt cramped especially with the added piles of reports that currently surrounded her. Elizabeth continued to read through the reports of cases Sheppard had worked on during his time as a cop. He had been a detective for five years now and had been partnered with Detective Emmagan before and after that as they had both made detective at roughly the same time.

Their record spoke for itself, they had worked on and solved many cases over the years and saved a lot of lives. She couldn't understand why a man who had so much going for him would throw it all away. Why a man who had spent his life saving other people's lives could just to take it from some. Nothing about this case had ever made sense though. There was no real pattern to the victims chosen, they were young and old, male and female, doing different jobs and living in different cities.

The calling card seemed to have no meaning and be nothing more than a way to connect the victim's to each other. The case was by far the most frustrating she had ever had to work on and the first solid lead she had was on the run but she would find him. She would find him and ensure the five victims and their families got the justice they deserved and needed.

She looked at her watch and realised she had been sat there for six hours without eating anything. If Ronon found out he'd kill her, he was always telling her she had to stop getting so caught up in her work that she forgot to do the little things like eat and sleep. She silently laughed at the memory of how many times they'd had that conversation.

He might be the emotionally closed of brooding type but once you really got to know him and he got to know you, the good man he was really began to show. Unfortunately he didn't let people get close enough to see the real him and it had been a challenge for her to earn his trust. It had taken her a long time to see through the rough façade and the emotional barriers he had in place.

She decided she had better get something to eat and left the small office only to run into Rodney McKay in the corridor.

"Agent Weir," the man greeted as he picked up the files he'd been carrying.

"Mr McKay," she acknowledged as she helped him pick up the papers and they both stood up.

"How is the case going?"

"You should know I can't discuss that," she responded.

"I only asked how it was going I wasn't expecting details, I have to go, I'm suppose to be meeting with Captain Sumner," he told her before walking away muttering something that didn't sound very nice about cops and FBI agents.

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Teyla looked out of her window at the car across the street from her apartment. Agent Dex had followed her home and was now spying on her even though she knew he was there and he knew that she knew he was there, yet he was doing it anyway.

She turned to look back into her apartment and sat down on the sofa to continue flicking through the TV channels. Her mind however refused to focus on the screen, her mind was so occupied with so much at the moment; the murders, John, the two FBI Agents especially the one following her everywhere.

Giving up on the TV she decided to get an early start at staring at the back of her eyelids during the entire night. She walked into her bedroom and changed quickly before she climbed into bed. As she tried to clear her mind enough to allow her to sleep it only became more active, thinking through and analysing every little detail of the entire situation. She just couldn't seem to shut off and it was infuriating her more and more as the time ticked by.

Eventually without realising she drifted into a light sleep, not a deep, peaceful one but one that would allow her just a small amount of rest.

TBC