Author's Note: Inspiration has been flowing like crazy this week. I've written up through Ch 10, but I'm going to spread out posting them so I have time to write more. If I posted them all before I could get more written and betaed you guys would string me up by my toes like Mussolini, trust me. You'll understand when you reach the end of Ch 10. I'm guessing my inspirational waterfall will be slowing for a bit…but I made some great progress while it was at its peak.

A huge thanks to AgoodWITCH for spending the majority of her day today betaing both these chapters and my MOB chapters. She's so win. Also a big thanks to my WC girls who have been teasing me about slowly killing them all week! I appreciate the feedback ladies!

Chapter 7

The squints scattered like roaches in all directions after the briefing, their assignments in hand. After some consideration, we broke up all the information we needed into many small packets and called in all the forensic techs the FBI had within a thirty minute radius of HQ. In addition, we had also pulled in a ton of agents to help scour Bree Winchester's life to see what we could find. With a few last minute instructions, I left the squints in Carlisle's more than capable hands before piling into a whole fleet of cars filled with agents to make our way to the Baltimore region, which was not only James Caulfield's base of operations, but also where Bree Winchester had been attending college before her abduction.

One of the other agents drove while Emmett sat in the front seat, gripping the dashboard as if he were trying to propel it forward by pushing. Meanwhile, Edward and I sat alone in the back seat, both of us searching for any information we could find on our computers as we traveled.

The longer it took to get there, the more my knee jumped in anxiety. I didn't even realize I was doing it until Edward reached a steady hand over to rest on it, giving it a comforting squeeze and leaving it resting there. It shouldn't have been as much assistance as it was as I stared at his long tapered fingers. I don't even remember making the conscious decision before my hand slid off the keyboard of my laptop to rest on top of his for a moment before I looked over at him. He flipped his hand under mine and squeezed it as he stared into my eyes and nodded. I mashed my lips together, trying to keep my emotions under control as I stared at him. Eventually I nodded back. He squeezed my hand one more time before releasing it hesitantly and replacing it upon his keyboard. I took a deep breath and did the same, resuming my search.

One hour and forty-five minutes later, we pulled onto the University of Baltimore campus and began spreading out, each set of agents seeking out specific information assigned to them by Edward and me. Meanwhile, Edward, Emmett, Sam, who had been off shift when Rose was taken, and I made our way toward the dormitory in which our victim had lived.

When we reached the doors, we first found our way to the Resident Hall Assistant in charge of the dorm, flashing our badges and explaining why we were there. The poor girl looked stricken when we informed her that Bree was dead, agreeing tearfully to lead us to her room. As we traversed, the Assistant told us that Bree's roommate Vicky was still living in the same room and could probably tell us far more than she could.

When we reached the fourth floor, we heard the music blaring long before we reached the door that had once been Bree Winchester's. The Assistant knocked politely twice before Emmett growled and pushed her aside, pounding loud enough to rouse the attention of the coeds living up and down the hall. Young heads poked out of nondescript brown doorways with wide, scared looking eyes. If it weren't for the severity of the situation, I would have chuckled, knowing that the intimidating size and strength of Emmett would most definitely make me uncomfortable if he were banging on one of my neighbor's doors so late at night.

Emmett banged two more times before a tall girl with kinky red hair opened the door wearing nothing more than a tank top and a pair of boyshorts. She popped her pink bubble gum loudly as she leaned against the frame with an unimpressed expression.

"What the fuck do you want, banging down the place? Where's the fucking fire?"

Emmett pushed his way past her looking at the disaster of a room before making his way over to the desk that had framed pictures of Bree and her family as I stepped forward to introduce us to the girl.

"I'm Agent Swan of the FBI. My colleagues and I are investigating the murder of Bree Winchester and would like to ask you a few questions."

The girl paled, her eyes flashing wide before she restored her mask of indifference and gestured for us to enter. Even after all that, she didn't bother to dress, despite the fact that her thin tank top left absolutely nothing to the imagination, including the fact that she was braless. She moved to her bed, plopping back in the corner and leaning back on her pillow, one knee up, the other down as she twirled her hair as if I was asking her about the weather instead of her roommate's murder.

I sat across from her on the chair at her desk to try to get on her level as Edward observed from behind me. "Could you state your full name please?"

She yawned and popped her gum again before mumbling a response. When I asked her to speak up, she rolled her eyes before stating, "Victoria Rae Kingsley." I paused, blinking at the likelihood before continuing to ask the bored-looking girl more questions. She finally got frustrated and sat up on the edge of the bed, leaning toward me with her elbows resting on her spread knees.

"Listen Lady, I knew Bree Winchester for all of a few weeks before she up and disappeared. I knew nothing about her, but they refused to move her shit. I'd be more than happy if you'd take her crap so I can officially have a single, but I have nothing to tell ya."

I frowned in confusion before looking back up at the girl. "Bree has been missing for almost a year. One school year ended and the next began, so why didn't you move rooms after she disappeared if they refused to move her belongings or at the very least move into a new room the next semester?"

She rolled her eyes as she popped her gum again. "Why should I move my shit? I stay on campus through the summer on a work program since I'm an international transfer student. For now I just ignore it, and now that she's kicked it, maybe they'll actually close the fucking case and get her shit out of here."

I found myself even more confused. This girl didn't have a foreign accent and seemed more New England than anything. Even her name was quite typical. "Where did you transfer in from, Victoria?"

She huffed and popped her gum again as she investigated her nails. "London."

"England?" I asked thoroughly confused.

She rolled her eyes and popped her gum again. "Do I sound English? London, Ontario, as in Canada?"

I nodded, finally making a little more sense of her, but still not understanding what she was doing in Baltimore. "So what made you decide to come all the way to Baltimore for school? Surely it would be cheaper to go to school in Canada, like maybe Toronto?"

She shrugged, cracking her gum again. "I got a full scholarship, who was I to argue."

She didn't seem like a rocket scientist, but maybe she had some sort of giftedness that wasn't readily obvious. I was definitely starting to get antsy as interviewing the girl wasn't getting us anywhere in finding Rose. I was about to question her some more when all of our phones beeped at once, a mass text. I flipped open my phone and took in a deep breath before turning back to the girl.

"We have no further questions at this time and have urgent business to attend, but please stay nearby, Miss Kingsley. We may have more questions for you."

She plopped back on her bed and rolled her eyes with a sigh. "Whatever, just be sure to close the door on your way out."

With one last glance behind as I closed the door after following the rest of the guys out, we made our way down to the small recreational room in the residence hall to conference in privacy. As we walked, I couldn't help but wonder more about the odd girl who had been Bree's roommate for a short stretch of time.

Edward used his phone to dial in before placing it on speakerphone and sitting it on the table between us. Two rings later, Carlisle answered.

"Dr. Paynor was able to find more trace particulates in the tissue of the victim's knees. As was mentioned before, it appeared the girl had been bound and forced to spend great amounts of time on her knees. Apparently, this had been an understatement as Dr. Paynor found the particulates under a layer of skin. Jasper and Alice have run analysis on the trace fibers and we got very lucky as there was only one company who used one particular fiber in the area for shag carpeting in the mid to late 1970's. The business appears to still be owned by the same family. Loman Family Floorings is located at 1660 East Lombard in Baltimore. I have dispatched agents to look into it and see if they have any records. Perhaps we can link one of the homes into which this was installed back to James Caulfield."

"That's good progress, Carlisle, is there any other leads?" I asked, hoping for something else to go on.

Carlisle sighed, "Not really, how about you?"

I sighed in response. "We located her dorm room and spoke with her roommate, but I keep feeling like there was something we were missing."

I glanced toward Edward who nodded before I continued. "Carlisle, can you please put someone onto investigating the background of Victoria Rae Kingsley, purportedly from London, Ontario? Get back to me as soon as you can with any information you receive."

Carlisle mumbled as he took a few notes before reading them back and saying he was on it. Once the line was dead, I turned to Edward with expectant eyes.

He grimaced. "There's more going on with the girl than meets the eye. She's a classic victim who hides behind her sexuality or perceived sexuality to deflect from the true issue. I deduced from the conversation that she does not have the IQ to have any sort of academic scholarship."

"Athletic?" I asked, trying to think of another option. Edward shook his head. "She did not have any of the markers of an athlete either in her gait or her expressions. In fact, she came off as not actually working toward any goal in particular."

I turned to a way too quiet Emmett. "Any impressions, Em?"

"She's a lying bitch and I'm fighting every muscle in my body not to go right back up there and beat the truth out of her." From the white knuckled grip that he had on the table, I believed him.

"Also, it looked like Bree had two older brothers or brotherly figures. There was a picture of them in a frame that said 'Brotherly Love.' It wasn't in her records, so if we can find them, we might find more information."

I nodded before grabbing out my laptop and beginning to type away. I hated sitting around, but until the other teams started reporting in and we got back the info on Miss Kingsley, it was what we had to do. I skimmed my screen until I saw two names pop up in her past history as step siblings…Dean and Sam Winchester…location unknown.

Author's Note: This will be the extent of the Supernatural cameos. Everytime I saw Bree's name, I picture Dean and Sam and couldn't resist. ;)