Toasty here,

Hey, this chapter is going to draw in a lot of loose ends so you might need to read back over some previous chapters if you don't understand some of it- or the relevance of some of it. Thank you to all who have you reviewed- you are all ultimately awesome, only 8 more reviews until 100 which is extremely exciting for me as I've never had 100 before!

Disclaimer: I do not own CSI New York- that is pure fact; I am only borrowing the characters.

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A beautiful girl walked around the hotel room, a smile playing across her lips as she ran a manicured nail down a man's face. The man was also young, late teens- 18 at the youngest. His grimace was only just visible below the tape that was wrapped around his mouth, his body squirming to get away from her despite the tape that held him firmly to the chair.

"Oh no Braydon, you aren't going anywhere," She cooed softly as he pulled his head as far away from her as he could. Sweat built up on his forehead and he desperately flailed around though not moving an inch- he understood it now. She wasn't just a psychopath- she was the one who had taken out that girl on the news that had been at the party- April. She had killed Anthony- he was next.

The woman walked silkily over to the curtains which blocked out the rest of the world, pulling them just that little bit closer though there had not been a gap before.

"Oh Braydon, do calm down. Its okay, I'm not going to hurt you, could a little girl like me do that sort of damage? No, I thought not too," Her heels clicked against the tiles as she walked into the bathroom and came out seconds later with a gun, aimed straight at him.

"I'm not going to shoot you Braydon," The beautiful girl laughed, it sounded like a crystal bell, and she moved closer to where he sat and knelt down in front of him. He moved as far away from her as physically possible and she laughed once more, before looking at something going on behind him, a smile curling over her cherry red lips.

"She won't hurt you, I will."

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"Thomas, don't you think it would be best we just left?" The beautiful girl stood impatiently at the hotel door, her chandelier diamond earrings shaking as her head did. The man held his hand up to her, placing a small note into the man's curled up hand before standing and smirking.

"Don't you see Kathy; we are the strongest people in New York right now. Not even the famous Mac Taylor can stop us!" He walked in a swaggering manner towards the door and held his arm out for hers, which she refused.

"Thomas, I don't think we should be this slow. You already swerved off course when you killed that woman in the alley, and what about the times you snuck into the hospital and the police station? We have to get on with the job at hand, or you are on your own!" She walked swiftly off, her glossy red hair bouncing, the black dress she wore clung to her hips and emphasized every move she made. Thomas watched her walk away and smiled to himself, in not too long at all she would alone- but he wouldn't.

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Mac, Stella, Don and Jess stood in the dim hotel room, scanning the area. The body of a 'werewolf' lay tied tightly to a chair, a gunshot wound going straight to his heart. Stella walked carefully around the chair and checked the back of the chair.

"It wasn't a through and through, the bullet is still in the body…" She trailed off as she noticed the small note in his hand. Jess who had been photographing the wound noticed it to, and began snapping pictures with a fearful anticipation.

"I'm going to go talk to the hotel staff, see what they can tell us," Don said, his eyes trying to not drift to Jess every 20 seconds. Mac nodded and began to take pictures of the messed up bed and the blood stains across the carpet around the body.

Taking the note carefully in her gloved hands, Stella opened it with trembling fingers.

Dear NYPD,

Oh it is glorious! I am so glad Donald is alive and well again, it does make me so happy when I see true love blossoming through everything. True love knows no boundaries, have fun with this one- though don't keep the body after the full moon!

The dress maker

Jess appeared behind her and read the note slowly, her face growing cold.

"That's it, we really have to catch this guy before he does even more damage," Stella fumed quietly, stuffing the note as gently as she could into a plastic bag and storming out the hotel room, ignoring any looks she received from the uniformed. Mac sighed quietly before his phone began ringing and he turned away to answer it.

"Detective Mac Taylor," He answered, gazing at the hotel's idea of art work on the wall.

"Are you sure? That is excellent news; I will let Stella know immediately. Thank you Sid," Mac hung up and turned to look at Jess, a smile forming on his lips.

"Thomas Harland, a tailor, the would be father to April's child," Jess snapped her fingers with a smile.

"Of course, a tailor! Why didn't we see it before? It makes so much sense!" Jess snapped photos faster and after taking some photos of the tape, peeled it away slightly to let the body fall a little.

"Let's get the body to the lab."

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Sid inspected the body carefully, prising the bullet out of the injured skin. The bullet was pure silver, playing on the werewolf joke, with a frown Sid placed the bullet into a small container and continued looking over the young man's body.

His mind though, was focusing on the other victims. April Jemoline, Anthony and the young woman in the alley they still hadn't managed to identify… how many more were there going to be?

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Don walked into the precinct looking extremely tired and dumped a load of files onto Mac's desk. Mac, Stella and Jess were already there talking everything over.

"We have to contact the others at the party, for protection!" Jess argued angrily, Stella only shook her head though.

"We've tried Jess, as soon as we worked out the connection, but none of them are reachable, it is as if they've just all disappeared!" Don stood at the doorway before Mac gestured for him to enter.

"Well we've got to try harder!" Jess cried out in frustration, her whole body shaking.

"Don, what did you manage to find?" Mac asked and Stella and Jess noticed his presence for the first time, both looking tired and bothered.

"Well when we first interviewed April, she said her name was Hailey, which has been bothering me quite a bit- I mean why would you lie about your name? It turns out, April used to work at that particular hotel. Her ex boyfriend, everyone called him Tom, had a fling with another girl that worked there- Hailey Gillouche. I went to find out more about Hailey but no one seemed to know anything about where she currently is. It turns out our Jane Doe, is Hailey." Everyone seemed to think over these words carefully, the girl in the alley had been Hailey- Hailey had been having a thing with their main suspect and now she was dead. The woman who had been dating their main suspect had turned up dead.

"We need to find Thomas Harland, we need to find him before he finds who ever is next on his list," Stella shook her head quietly and gazed out at the New York sky line.

"How can we stop him? He managed to get into the police station once, what is to say he won't again?" Everyone was silent at this thought; after all he had sent a note to Stella, which Don and Jess had found out through the day, he had been very busy.

"Let's get all these notes together and see what we can get from them,"

Toasty here,

Yes, they are making some progress, it is good news! Please review and let me know what you think, your views always matter!