A/N: Hope you enjoy these two new chapters! Here I've introduced a guest from Scarlett's past who will be in a future chapter. Stay tuned!

Disclaimer: I only own Scarlett Monroe!

Chapter 15: Stay With Me

Scarlett stepped into her office, shutting the door behind her. She picked up her phone and dialed an old familiar phone number, waiting for an answer.

"Detective Griffin," a voice said on the other line. Detective Griffin happened to be Scarlett Monroe's ex-boyfriend as well as her ex-boss.

"Hey Griffin, it's Scarlett," she said.

"Well, well, haven't heard from you in awhile, sweetie! How are the New York CSIs treating you?"

"Great, actually. I love it here. Actually the reason why I'm calling has to do with work," she said.

"Alright, shoot," the voice on the other line said.

"Well, to sum it up we've got a serial killer in the city. We've traced him back to your guys since his last known address is in New Jersey. Ted Larson ring a bell?"

"That last name, Larson, sure does. Wasn't that a case you worked on over here?"

"I definitely worked a Larson case but I could have sworn it wasn't a Ted Larson."

"Hm, I'll have to look into old case files and get back to you in a couple of days," Detective Griffin said.

"Look, we don't have a couple of days, Griffin. This guy is out and he's after me. I need that case file delivered to our office as soon as possible. I also need you to check out his New Jersey address. I have a feeling he probably won't be there but I can't rule anything out unless I know for sure," Scarlett instructed.

"If he's targeting people in the city there is no point in checking out a New Jersey address, Scarlett," Detective Griffin said with a laugh.

"Luckily, I don't work for you anymore so your opinion really isn't relevant," Scarlett said, her tone icy. "I'm telling you our lab needs whatever Larson case files and evidence you've got. You aren't doing me a personal favor here. I'll have the head of the crime lab contact you if this is going to be a problem."

"You'll have the evidence tomorrow morning," Detective Griffin said, ignoring Scarlett's tone, "I'll report back on the address." He hung up before Scarlett could get in another word. She dropped her phone on her desk and leaned back in her seat angrily.

Flack walked in and stopped in the doorway when he saw Scarlett's face, "Whoa, is it safe to come in?" he asked jokingly.

She shook her head and growled, "Let me tell you, the New Jersey CSIs I used to work with are idiots."

"What happened? Did they refuse to cooperate?" Flack asked, concerned.

She shook her head again, "No, they're cooperating all right. They just don't know how to get off of their lazy asses and do their jobs. We're getting the evidence tomorrow and someone is going over to check that address for me as we speak."

"Good," Flack said, "Have them contact Mac with any information. It's late, we should get back to my apartment."

She nodded and quickly wrote an e-mail to Detective Griffin with instructions to contact Detective Taylor with any information regarding the investigation. There was nothing else for her to do in the lab without that evidence, so she reluctantly stood up and followed Flack out of the lab.

"You've got to help me lady, my son is innocent," a strange man on the street had said to Scarlett after cornering her.

Adrenaline was rushing through her body and she reached for her badge and gun, ready to protect herself. "Sir, you need to step back," she said, flashing her badge.

"I need your help," the man said again, this time more urgently.

"What do you need my help with?" she finally asked, reluctantly.

"You arrested my son, Billy Larson. He's innocent. He didn't kill that girl," the man said, reaching forward to grab Scarlett's arm. She took a step back and pointed her gun at him.

"Sir, I can't discuss an ongoing investigation with you," she said sternly.

"But you have to. You know what to do to make this right. You have to help me," he said, his voice rising. "If they put him away, it'll be your damned fault. You made a mistake. YOU did," the man yelled. "I'm going to come after you and you will make this right!"

Scarlett stepped to the side and managed to get away from the man who luckily chose not to follow her. She stepped into the street and got into her patrol car, shaking from head to toe.

Scarlett woke up in the middle of the night, covered in a cold sweat. She sat up, looking around to make sure she was safe. The nightmare she'd just had was the connection between her and Ted Larson. She threw off Flack's sheets and went over to the living room where he was asleep on the couch.

"Flack," she whispered gently shaking his shoulder. "Please wake up, wake up."

Flack finally opened his eyes sleepily. "What's going on?" he asked.

"I know who Ted Larson is, I've finally figured it out."

"It's 4:00 a.m. what the hell are you doing up?" he asked, slightly confused and a little irritated that he'd just been woken up.

"I had this... Nevermind it's a long story. I know Ted Larson, I just didn't know him by name. I arrested his son for murdering his girlfriend. I worked that case and I was responsible for gathering the evidence that put his son away."

Flack sat up, rubbing his eyes, "You better let Mac know," he said. "No, Lett, not now," he added when he saw Scarlett reach for the phone. "First thing tomorrow morning when we get to the lab and the evidence arrives, you let Mac know." He laid back on the couch, shutting his eyes.

"How can you sleep at a time like this?" Scarlett said with frustration in her voice.

"At a time like what?" Flack answered dryly.

"I've just figured out who's after me as well as his motive," she explained. "Now we just need to find him."

"And that is why you need to wait until morning. We have no idea where this guy could be and we can't run around the city blindly searching for him."

"I know, Flack. I just thought it was urgent enough to let you and Mac know." Without another word, she stood up and walked back to Flack's bedroom.

A few minutes later, Flack came in after her. "Lett," he said gently, walking over to where she was laying.

She turned to face him without speaking.

"I know you're anxious to solve this case but go back to sleep," he whispered. He kissed her cheek and was walking out of the room when she finally spoke.

"Stay with me, Don" she said quietly. This time, Flack didn't hesitate.