Author's Note: We're Baaaack, although it still may be longer than I like breaks between chs since I need to be writing the sequel to Convergence which is due to my editor by mid-May. I think I'll still be able to work on this on the side though to break up the monotony. I've actually had this done since October, but if I left you with the cliffie in this chapter for the last couple of months, you'd have murdered ME!

I'm going to do a quick recap before we get going, but before we do that, I want to send a big shoutout to my beta AgoodWITCH.

Recap: Agent Bella Swan is the new head of an FBI task force which combines forensic specialists and profilers that work together to find their 'unknown subject.' Three days ago they were called out to work a case of an unidentified female found defiled and naked in a rural area outside of the city. Under her was the corpse of a newborn baby and upon her back was inscribed a message to the team, claiming that she had been murdered by 'The King' a serial killer who had been behind bars for over a year. Upon leaving, Bella noticed that the crime scene flags that marked where evidence was found created a rose-like pattern. Lead pathologist on the team, Rosalie Hale, was the King's first victim and the only one to ever escape him. She was relieved from the case to avoid the possibility of a mistrial and sent home under federal guard just to be safe.

As the evidence was reviewed and processed, the web seemed to get more and more complex when DNA testing revealed that the fetus was a genetic match for Royce King, who had spent the majority of his year of incarceration in solitary confinement. The prison staff was questioned closely and they found no links to King, but one employee gave them the break they needed. King was receiving letters from a man known as JC and James Castor through a prison outreach program that it was eventually discovered was coming through a nonexistent church group. Edward, savant profiler, managed to form the theory that J.C. looked up to King, and could even be a twin, which would explain the DNA conundrum. The team broke to investigate while Edward and Bella waited for updates in her office and attempted to get a little sleep. Before they fell asleep, Edward asked Bella on a date after the case was settled and Bella accepted… And now you're caught up. :)

Chapter 6

I must have drifted off at some point, but not before the panic started to set in about accepting a date with Edward. I told myself after what happened with Mike and then Jake that I was going to stay completely professional from that point on, especially now that I was the boss. Yeah, that lasted all of three months until Edward Cullen waltzed in and hatched a whole fleet of butterflies in my stomach, apparently psychotropic ones since I seemed to lose all sense of reality when they took flight in his presence.

I had castigated myself for a full hour before darkness claimed me, the whole time Edward continued to smile across from me while I plotted for a way to let him down easy. I'm not sure how long I slept, but I did know I was greeted by a rude awakening when Carlisle flew in all wide eyed and yelling. It took me a few seconds to process what he was telling me, but the second his words sunk in, my blood froze rock solid in my veins…Rosalie's on duty guards were killed, throats slit and left to bleed to death, and Rosalie was nowhere to be found.

I jumped from the couch in a panic, feeling lost and not knowing what to do. This was the last thing I suspected would happen. I expected her to be a target, but that was why she had two federally trained agents on her at all times, and even then, this asshole had gotten to her…our Rosalie. My eyes flew wide as I sprinted to the white board looking at the diagram of the first victim, the rose design outlined in red flags screaming in front of my eyes like a neon sign. I had suspected Rose was a possible target, but how did I not see she was the primary target all along? There's no such thing as a coincidence with The King. I knew that.

Chaos was building behind me as I stared at the depiction in horror. It was my fault; my shortcoming…Rose was in the hands of that sadistic psychopath because of me. I had utterly and completely failed her.

I didn't even realize I was speaking out loud until I felt Edward's hands on my shoulders. "You haven't failed her yet. None of us saw this, Bella. You can't blame yourself for missing it, but if you get lost in your own self flagellation and don't get her out, then, and only then, will you have failed her."

I swallowed hard, glancing back at him through my teary eyes and nodding my head in agreement. Then I realized that someone very important didn't know yet. I turned to Carlisle in a panic.

"Emmett!" His eyes bulged before he took off out the door in search of our investigator. Not only did someone need to be with him, but his information was even more crucial now. We needed that research in our hands yesterday.

I snapped into boss mode, ordering Jasper and Alice to hurry the reconstruction team, so we had our positive ID, in hopes it might help us find another link to this Unsub. At this point, we were fighting an even more fierce battle against the clock to find Rosalie. The fixation King had with Rosalie would no doubt be duplicated in this copycat, just as all the other aspects of his MO had been. My only hope was that he would follow King's example and spare her life as King had. It was an irrational hope though, seeing as how it was later ascertained that losing his grasp on Rose was what led to King turning from simply raping and torturing to killing his subjects so they would never escape him as Rose had. In addition, there was no telling what atrocities would befall her in the time it would take to find her. It was imperative we find her as soon as humanly possible.

It was less than ten minutes later that Alice and Jasper stormed in with the head of the reconstruction team, who then revealed the face of Bree Winchester. The positive ID had been made and it was time to pursue her connections full force. From the time we learned of the possible link to her disappearance, we had one of the analysts begin looking into her life and acquaintances. From there, we would jump in feet first and hope to unearth an immediate link to the unsub from her life and movements.

I made the appropriate calls, taking the responsibilities upon my own shoulders to inform Director Arogani of our failure to protect Rosalie, as well as the positive ID on our first victim. He was livid that we had missed the obvious sign earlier, and gave me an earful before hanging up on me. I knew I would suffer a review later at the very least for my fuck up.

Just as I hung up the phone, Emmett came in looking frantic as he handed over his research. I skimmed the contents before slamming the file on my desk in a fury. "How in the hell did we miss this the first time around?"

Emmett and Carlisle both shook their heads in bewilderment, still reeling from the shock as Edward, Jasper, and Alice looked on in confusion. I huffed before turning to them to explain, holding up the folder.

"According to this, King had a twin brother who suffered some sort of trauma during child birth. Believing that he would be permanently disabled, the wealthy, snobbish King family gave him away to the state, throwing a hefty amount of cash at them to pay for his care. The boy grew up in a children's hospital where he had no visitors and no permanent role models or loved ones in his life. Ultimately, he was released into the system when he was five, only suffering from some physical malformations, but no other major disabilities. In fact, his IQ was off the charts. He floated from foster home to foster home under the name of James Caulfield until he turned eighteen and seemed to just disappear off the face of the earth."

Alice and Jasper looked in shock while Edward's eyes looked shrewd as he processed the new information, melding it with his current known data about the unsub to see if the profiles aligned. After a few moments, he looked up at me with a resigned expression. It fit. It All fit. The DNA, the initials, the hero worship, everything. We had a face to go with the unsub, now we needed a current alias and location.

Emmett hung the picture on the white board with trembling hands. The picture was about ten years old, the last taken of James Caulfield before he disappeared from the DCFS system. I felt myself shudder slightly at the image, the narrowed eyes full of anger and intelligence, the dirty blonde hair, so similar to King's and yet, not quite the same.

Upon first glance, one would not notice the resemblance between the twin brothers, but upon further inspection, the similarity in the lips, the thin, evil smile was identical. The shape of Caulfield's eyes and the way he looked out of them were eerily similar to that of his brother.

The only real difference between them was a startling one, making them appear completely different, when under other circumstances they would have been identical mirror images of one another. Where Royce King had a long, straight, noble looking nose, James Caulfield was cursed with a bumpy, stubbed alternative, with large nostrils that made that part of his face look nearly skeletal. In addition, a large bump protruding from his forehead, further modified his features to remove all immediate notice of resemblance between the pair.

There was one benefit of having this picture to work with. Unless he had gotten extensive plastic surgery, which we could not rule out if he had any substantial contact with his extremely wealthy twin after his disappearance from the system, he would not be too incredibly difficult to find in a crowd.

In the end, I had to cling to that hope, because so far, we still had no idea where James Caulfield had taken our friend and loved one.