A/N: A big thank to Madison Bellows, my beta.

Chapter 22: Snapshots

"Jess, you in there?" She heard Flack calling for her while still in the shower. So she rapidly finished it and then, wrapped in a soft towel, met him in front of her locker. "Maka told me where to find you."

She shrugged, opening the locker and searching for her clothes. "Any news?"

"Connor broke down and called his lawyer. Maybe the Company won't be closed. And the other friends - volunteers are arriving."

"Do you want to question them in tandem?"

"Dunno. I don't like the idea they'll start covering for each other. You know how it works," he stared at her, transfixed at her grace while getting dressed, "not embarrassed?" She looked at him quizzically. "Putting your clothes on, here, in front of me," he elaborated.

"Guess this case is burning your brain cells. You remember I'm your fiancee, right? I was joking when I told you I was going to phone you to remind you when to show up at the Church, but now I'm truly considering it."

He snorted, hiding a smile, "what I meant was, aren't you embarrassed getting changed in the unisex locker room of the precinct, with your higher ranking coworker staring at you, knowing full well someone could enter at any moment?" He spoke without taking a breath.

"You know what I love about you? The fact that when we are at work, we are at work. And that's okay, really. I wish I didn't have to start calling you Detective Flack every time, though. But going back to your question: no, I'm not embarrassed. I've got four older brothers, as my boyfriend – but not my coworker – knows very well!" She smiled, mocking him, " now, about the case?"

"Right. Nothing new on the fiction. The cell has been turned on, but no texts and the last calls were made to a non existent number. Prints belong only to the victim."

The door cracked open, "Detective Flack? Detective Angell?"

"Yes?"

"The volunteers are here."

"We'll be there in a second. Thank you, Officer Wilson."

"I swear he was scared he might be interrupting a little something something," Don commented.

"I swear you are a little paranoid. Let's go!" Jess shot back.

Detective Taylor,

We're sorry to inform you that Corey Lewis, username , is not longer a member of our Community. Sadly, she passed away a little more than a year ago. I am at your disposal if you need anything else.

Best regards,

Mary Sue Johnson, Site Administrator

"Interesting," Mac commented in a low tone.

"What?" Stella had entered the office without being noticed.

"Corey Lewis, aka , is dead." Stella arched her eyebrows. "Let's see if we can find something else," he swiftly pressed keys, opening different databases. "You here because you have something to tell me?" he asked her without looking.

"To be honest, I'm here to know if you have eaten something," the woman said, putting a sandwich on Mac's desk.

"Stella..." He was now staring at her, trying to convince her – and himself – he wasn't in need of a break.

"C'mon! Eat it while you're waiting for the results. You can't run on coffee alone."

Mac smiled slightly. He played the tough boss part, but he secretly liked the attentions Stella paid him.

"Thanks. And you?"

She sat, producing her own sandwich and smiling, "thought you'd never ask!"

"Damn, damn and damn!" Lindsay hit the table with her palms.

"Montana, breathe! What's the matter?" Danny approached her cautiously. He adored her, but he knew too well when it was better to keep his distance.

"This stupid cell is useless! I checked again for prints: nothing. I checked the SIM: nothing. It doesn't even seem to belong to the crime scene," she sighed, running a hand through her hair.

"Come here," the detective pointed to himself.

She moved closer and put her head on his shoulder, breathing deeply, "it's so frustrating. How much time are we going to have before he decides to kill again?"

"Don't worry, we'll get him soon," he stared at her, "that's a promise. And then, you, me and Lucy will have a couple of days on our own, far from this lab."

"Messer Family time, huh?" she looked more relaxed.

"You can say that again."

"Guys!" Adam came in a rush, stopping abruptly in front of the couple, "s-sorry... I..."

Danny burst out laughing, "Adam, you're such a baby! Any news?"

"The cell is a specific model which is sold only here," with long strides, Ross walked to the screen and pulled something up. A few seconds later, the words More Than Technology appeared on the screen. "It's a store on Fifth and the 36th and this is their special cell. It's Swedish and they're the only ones who can sell it."

"Good job, Adam!"

"How about we cross the employees' names with the help line ones?" Lindsay suggested.

"Consider it done." Adam started immediately.

The waiting game started again.

"Look, Corey was killed in a car accident. She was out with her fiance, who suffered a seizure while driving. The car crashed and she died immediately, her fiance did survive."

"His name?"

"One moment...Sal, Sal Ginzburg."

Stella grabbed a page of Corey's novel and read: "S., my world can't end if you'll stay with me. I love you. She wrote it for him. And then she passed away."

"He's using it like a kind of morbid revenge. We have to find him."

The computer beeped. "Sal Ginzburg. Volunteer at the help line and employee at the electronics store."

"Finished?"

"More or less," Flack stretched on his chair and erased another name from his list, "one's missing, he hasn't come... name is Sal Ginzburg. Officer Wilson, what do we know about this guy?"

"He told me he would come, but..."

The two detectives stared at each other silently.