A/n: I am skipping forward a little in this chapter; this will take place just as they arrive in Virginia this chapter is in Lilly's POV

Chapter 13: Arriving in Virginia

Lilly's POV

Last night was amazing, when we finally fell asleep with my head pillowed on his chest I slept like a log. Waking up this morning to a soft kiss on my shoulder and Scotty's gentle hands on my side and his whispers that we would be late if I didn't get out of bed soon.

After driving for a few more hours we have finally made it into Virginia (Scotty wanted to drive and before I could argue he had stolen the keys out of my pocket). I pick up my Cell and call Boss

"Hey Lil" he says and I smile

"Hey Boss, we just got into Virginia" I say

"Oh good, spoke the Lieutenant, he's expecting you two" Stillman is saying and I nod

"Okay great, do we have a location on James Tucker?" I ask

"Uniforms apparently picked him up this morning, should be waiting for you two" I thank him and hang up my cell, replacing it in its holster. I tell Scotty to head for the police headquarters and thanks to fast driving skills and the GPS we are there within minutes.

"So what's gonna be our angle?" Scotty asks as we fall into step, heading towards the glass doors of the PD.

"How about I talk and you listen, works well for us in the past" Scotty chuckles "How bout we mix it up a little and I talk you listen" and I feel his hand on the small of my back. I push it off and turn to face him.

"We should probably cool it when we're here Scotty, I just don't want this" I begin gesturing between us "To get out"

"No one even knows us here Lil" he says

"I know but can we just act like nothing is going on between us" I say

Scotty nods reluctantly as we flash our badges to the security guard and walk through the metal detector and walk towards the elevator. "Fine but you better make it up to me later" Scotty says as he presses the button on the elevator.

"Sure, I think I can do that" I say winking at him.

I could tell by the looks on the faces of the other cops and crime scene techs that they knew exactly who we are. After being introduce to the Lieutenant, we are shown over to the interview room by a disgruntled looking detective who seemed to hate the fact that two homicide detectives from Philly were muscling in on his turf.

"So nice to feel welcomed ain't it?" Scotty whispers and I smirk. Opening the door and I see our guy waiting patiently in the interview room. He was about 6 ft and he had sandy blonde hair and if I wasn't so repulsed by him I say he was somewhat attractive. He is staring down at his hands and I see a glimpse of the dragon tattoo on his arm.

"James Tucker?" Scotty says

"Yeah" he says without looking up

"Detectives Valens and Rush Philly Homicide, we wanna ask you a few questions regarding a case we working on" Scotty says pulling out a chair opposite him.

"Always happy to help the city's finest, even if it ain't my city's finest" he says and he looks up and me. There is something about the smile on his face that is creeping me out. I've gotten used to doers checking me out or even questioning that I am a detective and it doesn't bother me but there is something in the way this guy is looking at me that is just frightening almost as though he is looking through me.

"We want to know your whereabouts from 1985 to 1990?" I ask

"Well now that was some time ago, come to think of it I think I was in your city Detectives. Yes I was working as an orderly at Thomas Jefferson University Hospital, why do you want to know?" he asks his eyes moving to Scotty. Scotty's eyes are fixed on James and his eyes contain no warmth at all.

"Do you remember a series of murders that took place around that time? Hitchhikers travlin between New York and Philly were shot and beaten you remember anything about that?"

"Yes such a horrible time, those poor your people. Hitchhiking is such a dangerous thing to do"

"Did you own a green SUV back then Mr Tucker?" I ask

"I did, still do actually why? He asks and I am a little concern about the lack of emotions registering on his face.

"We have a witness that says that the killer drove a SUV with a parking permit from the very hospital you worked at"

"Is that so, how interesting" he said a grin forming on his lips and I would love nothing more than to wipe it off his face.

"Also says that our doer had a dragon tattoo on his arm"

"Another coincidence, funny how that happens" he says icily

"Do you know anything about these murders?" I ask

"Oh so you think I am the killer?"

"Are you?" Scotty asks

James looks around the room and then at the file on the table beside Scotty and then slowly he raises his head to meet Scotty's eyes

"Do you have any hobbies Detective?" he asks

"Why don't you let us ask the questions" Scotty says

"I have quite a few hobbies, back in the late eighties I liked to drive between Philly and New York, that was fun" he said

At this point I was convince this bastard was our doer, now we just have to get him to confess.

"Did you ever give anyone a lift on these little road trips?" I ask walking over behind him

"A few times, mostly young couples there was a few single women thought" he said Scotty pulls the file towards him a flips it open.

"What about these people" Scotty places photos of the victims in front of him "Did you give any of these couples a lift?"

James picks up the closer photo to him and I see a grin widening, a grin that was making me feel sick.

"I remember this one, she was...grateful that I offered her a lift. She was a little whore though, offered to sleep with me if I let her go...after I shot her boyfriend. No loyalty these days" he said placing the photo back on the table "And this one" he laughed manically "this one actually wet himself when I placed the gun to his head, begging that I kill his girlfriend instead of him, not a real man at all"

"What about her?" I ask pointing to Gina's photo

"Oh, now she was the one that amazed me" he said and he looked up at Scotty smiling as though he and Scotty were just talking about football or something equally meaningless "She jumped outta my car when it was still moving...brave girl, didn't have the heart to kill her so I let her go, heard she had amnesia, a mind is such a terrible thing to waste, why don't you have all their photos here"

"How many all together?" I ask

"Well, you have only about half the photos here there were at least another seven couples, I started burying them after awhile so I wouldn't get caught, doesn't seem like it worked"

"Where are the others?" I ask

"Oh here and there, I buried a few along the interstate and one couple I even buried in my own backyard, course it ain't my backyard anymore" and he starts laughing again, I see Scotty's fists clenching and I know that if I don't say anything or step in this doer is going to be lying on the floor and bleeding. I walk around the table and Scotty looks up at me, an unspoken agreement passes between us and he sighs relaxing his fists.

Scotty pulls out a legal pad and writes down his confession and then pushes it across to James to sign, he dose and Scotty yanks him to his feet and we escort him out the door.

"Well I guess I should call Gina and let her know we got the guy" Scotty says as I watch James being led away with the uniforms.