Chapter I

"So," I said from the back seat of the Impala. "Explain to me how we are getting into the investigation." Dean smiled his sly devilish smile.

"Ash intercepted a call from the local police department, heading for Quantico, Virginia. They were calling for the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI. Ash took the call and called me." Sam and I looked at Dean in disbelief.

"Ash can do that?" Sam asked. Both of us realizing the severity of what was about to happen, legally, anyway. Dean nodded.

"Guy's a certifiable genius." Dean said. That cocky grin still on his face.

"He is also certifiably insane." I muttered, returning my attention to the files I had been given.

"ID's?" Sam asked. Dean's smile grew wider. He reached into his jacket pocket and produced three very official ID's. "What…?" Sam asked, looking them over. He handed me the one with my pictures.

"Ash?" I asked.

"Ash." Dean confirmed.

The trip took us about three days. Dean pulled over just outside the county limits.

"Time to get pretty." He said, throwing me a female business suite. I changed quickly while Sam held a towel up for me. I pulled my hair into a tight bun and put on the thin rimmed glasses so that I matched my picture to a 'T'. Sam and Dean both changed. Neither one of them had to wear glasses! We were a sight to see, walking into the police department like we owned the damn place. I was in a blue button up shirt, tucked into form fitting female business pants. I was in combat boots, a boot knife secured in them, my gun, badge, spare magazines, tazer, and set sets of handcuffs spared out over my belt. Sam and Dean looked like the typical Hollywood FBI agents. White button-up shirts, black slacks, black tie, black shinny shoes, shoulder holsters for their guns, badges and spare magazines.

"C -- can I help you?" asked the petite blonde behind the desk, she was failing miserably at hiding the fact that she found us intimidating.

"I am Special Agent Mulder with the BAU." Dean flipped open his badge and handed it to the young lady. "This is Special Agent Scully," He pointed to me. "And Special Agent Fox." Sam nodded in acknowledgement. The girl looked up at him is disbelief. She was sure it had to been a joke. I watched her look around for the hidden cameras.

"Miss?" I stepped forward. "We were requested by this office, so if you don't mind we would like to get to work." I gently took Dean's ID and handed it back to him. She nodded and paged the Detective's in charged. I turned at the sound of an opening door and was greeted by two young gentlemen.

"Special Agent Jaylynn Scully?" asked the taller of the two. I nodded stepping forward and extending my hand. I noted that the other Detective stifled a laugh.

"I understand the connotations of my name and the phenomena that stirred a nation. But I am very real and I am here to help you with your case." I stated, keeping a straight face the entire time.

"I am Detective Nike Morgan." Said the one still holding my hand. "And this is Detective William Patrick." I released Morgan's hand and shook Patrick's.

"These are my fellow Agents, Dean Mulder." Dean shook their hands. "And Sam Fox." Sam too shook their hands.

"Follow me please." Morgan motioned for us to follow. I walked beside him and took in all the details he was sharing. "The CSI team was positive that it was the same killer every time. The markings, patterns and MO were all the same. Bu they can't find any physical evidence." I smiled slightly.

"That is why we're here." I said, motioning to Dean and Sam. The Detective's looked confused. "We will find the psychological evidence left behind." Morgan looked at me with a new emotion in his eyes. The suspicion was gone; it had been replaced by gratefulness.

"Good. I am getting really tired of finding dead girls." Morgan said, focusing down the hall to the meeting room. I had a feeling he was not old enough to be the father of any of the victims, but judging by the wedding band around his finger, I had no doubt that he was happily married with a child at home. We entered the meeting room and introductions went around. I will not burden you with all of their names, mostly because I can not remember all of them myself. Again there was stifled laughter. I smile.

"Ladies and Gentlemen. I understand that the phenomena that occurred from 1992 through 2002 has made our names something associated with the paranormal, the unexplained and aliens." Laughter rung through the room. "But I assure you that our results are quite real. As are we." A serious silence over took the room. "Together we will catch this killer and stop him." There was a small round of applause and then it was down to work. Sam, Dean and I were giving a room all to ourselves. We were also giving the full cases, evidence and all that jazz.

It was well after dark before we left the station. We walked to the car and drove to the hotel that the department had offered. The department had expected all males so they only got on room with two beds. Once I arrived they began working extra hard to work with the hotel management to get a second room close to the original one. I told them it was not necessary, but they insisted. Besides, that meant that Dean would get a room all to himself. Which is better and we all knew it. After all, Dean was Dean. We arrived at the Imperial Palace and Dean let out a whistle.

"These guys sure don't skimp out." We walked in and up to the front desk. We were on the same floor, our rooms right next to each other with and adjoining door. "Are the rooms sound proof?" Of course that question came from Dean. The lady behind the desk eyed Dean.

"No entirely sound proof, sir, but if you were to be noisy it would not impede upon your neighbors." Dean smiled his most dashing smile and nodded in thanks. A bellhop took our duffel bags and escorted us to our rooms. He explained where everything was to us as we rode the elevator to the 23rd floor. Heights. Yuck. I am not a bug fan of heights. The bellhop put our stuff in the rooms that had been assigned. I tipped him and after he left we proceeded to rearrange accordingly. After we were all settled, Sam called down to the front desk to get a 530 wake-up call everyday. Dean groaned at the thought. He was never much of a morning person.

"Alright guys." I said. "I am sure we got as far as we could today. We should get some rest. I have a feeling this hunt could take a long time." Dean looked like he was about to protest.

"I know Dean. We are in the city of sin and we should enjoy it." He clicked his mouth shut.

"Dean, if you want to check things out, go ahead. Just remember you have to ready to work tomorrow morning, bright and early." Sam said. Dean sighed in defeat. He knew, as well as we did, that if he went out he wouldn't get back until well after dawn. He went into his room and shut the adjoining door behind him. Sam turned to me. I had wrapped myself in a hug and was looking out the window across the vast sea of shimmering lights.

"Jay?" he asked.

"He is out there right now, Sam." Sam put his hands of my shoulders, gently massaging them.

"He has some girl out there. I can feel it." A tear slipped down my cheek.

"She is terrified. Cold. Confused." Sam wrapped his arms around me.

"We won't be able to save her. It is too late." Sam just held me and that women's fear and terror flooded over me.