Several hours later

Steve had managed to get the warrant for Kyle's DNA and was currently trying to wrestle it out of him. It took both Chris and Steve to hold him down while Bruce swabbed the inside of his mouth. After fighting with the man for a minute they finally managed to get a sample of his DNA.

"I'll get started on comparing this right away, but it will take some time," Bruce stated, walking towards the elevator.

"Until then we keep looking," Steve muttered, sitting back down at his desk. I sighed, and turned back to my computer. My head was starting to hurt from that hit to the head I got earlier. I rested my head in my hands for a few seconds, before looking back up at my computer.

"Hey you okay Charlie?" Tom asked, looking over at me. I nodded my head.

"Yeah just a headache," I replied, giving him a small smile.

"Why don't you go home it's late and we're getting ready to head home anyway? Besides you received quite a hit to the head earlier," Steve suggested, looking at me pointedly. I sighed, god I hate it when he's right.

"Yeah sure why not," I muttered, shutting down my computer. I grabbed my coat, said a quick goodbye to everyone, then left. I arrived home about ten minutes later, and I walked straight into my room and plopped down on my bed. I didn't even change; I just kicked my shoes off, and crawled under my blankets…

I could feel an intense heat on my back, but I couldn't tell what from. I groaned, and shifted on my spot. I could feel something lying on top of my chest keeping me pinned to the floor. I tried to shift again, but a sharp pain shot through my abdomen.

"Over here," A voice shouted.

I opened my eyes and looked around me. I was lying on the floor of my small bedroom with a beam lying on top of me, and there was fire spreading quickly through the room. I started to panic and tried to wriggle my way out from under the beam, but didn't get much result. Suddenly several men were surrounding me.

"Hold on we'll have you out of there in a minute," One of the men stated.

"On three lift," Another shouted, grabbing hold of the beam.

Within a few seconds the men had lifted the beam up off of me. One of the men grabbed me, and pulled me up off the ground. He carried me out of my room and out of the house I'd lived in since I was five. But that house was on fire, and it seemed as if nothing was going to stop the flames. I looked around trying to spot my parents but I couldn't see them.

"Where's my mom and dad?" I asked, looking around again.

The man was carrying me towards an ambulance, where medics were waiting to take a look at me. The man didn't answer me, and I could see the top of the house come crashing down. I stared over the fireman's shoulder at what used to be my home, but now all that remained off it was a heap of ruble on fire. I kept expecting mom and dad to come rushing towards me glad to see that I was alive. But I never saw them come towards me, they never road with me to the hospital that night, and for once in my live I felt completely alone…

I gasped, and sat up. The movement caused me to topple of the bed and crash onto the floor. The blanket tangled around my legs, and for a second I just laid there on the floor. I groaned, and sat up again. My head was pounding, and my stomach growled. I looked over at the clock to see that it was 5:02 am. I groaned again, and untangled myself from the blanket. I got up and walked into my bathroom. I grabbed the bottle of Advil and took two of the pills, then set the bottle back in the medicine cabinet.

I walked out into the living room, and then into the kitchen. I grabbed a bowl and a spoon, and poured some cereal in the bowl then milk. I grabbed my bowl and spoon and walked into the living room, and sat down on the couch. I turned the TV on and started eating my cereal. After several minutes I finished off my cereal and I set my bowl in the sink then sat back down on the couch. I sighed, out of all the things I could dream about I had to dream about that night. I shook my head to chase away the memory, and turned back to the TV. The news was doing a segment on our case and I could see the footage that the news crew took of Chris and bringing Kyle into the station. There was blood dripping down from my face and I looked absolutely terrible.

"As you can see the police now have a suspect in custody for the murders of the 11 young woman that were found in the past two days, and it seems as if the arresting officers got into a scuffle with the suspect," The news reported stated, looking back at me.

I recognize that news reporter. That's Tamie Lorentz; she's the one that usually covers all our cases. I sighed and turned the TV to Nick at night. I'd had enough of the news for one night. I sat there watching TV for over an hour before I decided to take a shower. I rinsed off, then washed out my hair. When I was done I quickly dried off, and got changed into a pair of grey jeans and a plaid shirt. I pulled on my boots, grabbed my keys and walked out to my car. I drove to the office, and walked in. I sat down at my computer, and started doing research. It looked as if I was the first person here. I even managed to beat Chief Fury here, and he's usually her early. I was so busy researching our victims and suspect that I didn't notice when Chief Fury walked in.

"Charlie what are you doing here so early?" he asked, walking up behind me. I jumped ten feet in the air, then glared back at him.

"Couldn't sleep so I decided to come in early and get a head start on looking up any possible connections the victims have to our suspect," I replied, turning back to my computer.

"You couldn't sleep because of your head injury or because of that recurring nightmare?" Fury asked, giving me a pointed look. Damn! Damn him and his observant behavior!

"Ugh both I guess," I answered, not looking up from my computer.

"Well I can tell you that it's not going to go away, I speak from experience. Maybe you should find someone to talk to about this," Chief Fury stated, sitting on the edge of my desk.

"Did you find someone to talk to about your nightmares?" I asked, raising one eyebrow and looking up at him. He smirked and shook his head.

"No, but do you really want to end up like me," He replied, his smirking growing bigger. I chuckled, and shook my head.

"Well then I suggest you find someone to talk to about these nightmares," Fury finished, standing up and walking towards his office. I sighed, shook my head, then looked back at my computer. I'd managed to find out that Sarah, Faith, and victim's number one and five were friends; although Sarah and Faith hung out the most.

"Hey Charlie what are you doing here so early?" Steve asked, sitting down at his desk.

"Eh couldn't sleep. I even managed to beat Chief Fury here," I replied.

"Wow impressive no-one beats Chief Fury here," He said. I nodded my head.

"So did you guys find out anything after I left?" I asked.

"Not really I was planning on running a program that Tony made for me. It would search through all the victim's credit card history looking for similarities between them and anyone they knew," Steve explained.

"Wow when did he make this program?" I asked.

"He put the finishing touches on it after you left. But I didn't have time to use it yet since Kyle decided he was going to try and break the glass in the interrogation room. It took myself, Chris, Tom, Tony, and even Chief Fury to hold him down," Steve answered, shaking his head.

"Dang that man must have been on some serious stuff, have we gotten anything back on the DNA tests yet?" I asked. Steve shook his head.

"Getting a little ahead of yourself there Charlie it'll take a little longer than that," Bruce exclaimed, walking into the room.

"Hey what are you doing up here usually you just head down to the morgue when you get here?" I asked, turning to look at him.

"I wanted to check up on you seeing as how you got here early, and apparently didn't sleep much last night, and since you have a head injury I thought it might be best," Bruce answered, giving me a small smile.

"I'm fine, my head doesn't hurt, I didn't sleep well because of a nightmare I had, it had nothing to do with my head injury," I explained, looking down at my computer.

"A nightmare what was it about?" Tony asked, walking in with Chris and Tom right behind him. A few seconds later the elevator doors opened, and Nat and Clint walked into the bull pen.

"Nothing you need to know about, and when are you gonna come fix my coffee machine?" I asked, glaring at him.

"When you tell me about this nightmare that kept you from getting sleep last night," Tony replied, giving me a smirk. I scowled at him. I'd never told any of them about my parents dying in that house fire, but I'm pretty sure Tony went through everyone's files when we first started working with him. I just shook my head. There was no way I was gonna let him get to me.

"You can try all you want but I'm not gonna tell," I replied, giving him a smirk of my own…

Several hours later

Steve was still running a search on all the victims using the program that Tony created, but so far we were coming up empty. The only hit we got so far was that the second and third victim went to the same mall every other Friday. I groaned, and shut down my search box on my computer.

"We're getting nowhere," I muttered, throwing my pen onto the table.

"We'll find something," Nat mumbled back. I sighed.

"Well I'm afraid I'm the bearer of bad news the DNA didn't match Kyle's," Bruce exclaimed, walking into the room. I groaned again, and let my head flop backwards over the top of my chair.

"I'm still booking his ass for assault on an officer and possession of drugs," Steve grumbled, standing up. He walked towards Chief Fury's office to tell him the news.

"So now we have no suspects," Clint stated. I nodded my head.

"So we start from scratch go back over everything from the very beginning. Go through every single one of the victim's backgrounds, and who they hung out with and where. We mark it down on a map using color codes for each victim and see where they intersect," I suggested.

"Good idea I'll get the map," Tom stated, jumping up out of his seat. He rushed out of the room, and reappeared a few seconds later with a large map in his hand. He tacked it to the board that was sitting to the side of the bull pen.

"Okay so how do we color code this?" Chris asked, getting up and standing next to his brother. I pulled out a piece of paper and a marker, and quickly wrote down a key code.

"Do you think we should add the friends of the victims to this chart?" Bruce asked.

"Not yet, let's set up a chart for just the victims, then we can make a separate chart later and overlap it with the victim's charts," I supplied, moving towards the map.

"So why are you just standing around get to it guys, start looking through the victims files, and filling out the map," Steve exclaimed, walking to his desk…