Chloe and Stacie sat down in Hanna and Beca's living room the following morning, looking around. Chloe was feeling determined and she was back to being the professional detective she was.

"Hanna, can you tell us more details about the man?" Stacie asked.

"He had black clothes. His T-shirt had 'AA Associates' written in blue, he had a mask and scars all over his arms." Hanna said. "He was white."

Chloe nodded and wrote it down since none of the other witnesses could tell them that since that was the first time he wore a T-shirt.

"I didn't see his hair or eye color." Hanna said. "Do you think he's gonna kill Beca?"

"We don't have any more evidences, but we have to tell you that it's a possibility." Stacie said.

"The first victim, Jane Wilmor's parents received a note from the perp with details about when she'd be given back to them." Chloe informed. "So it's possible that Rebeca's family will receive one also."

Hanna looked hopeful at hearing this.

"Please, don't let him kill my friend." she said with eyes full of tears.

"We'll do whatever we can to avoid that, Hanna." Stacie said sincerely.

"Thank you." Hanna said, wiping her tears away.

"Are you gonna stay here alone?" Chloe asked.

"My sister's coming to stay with me." Hanna said.

Chloe and Stacie nodded and stood up to leave.

"Thank you, Hanna, we'll call if we have any news." Chloe said.

"Yes, please." Hanna said.

Chloe offered her a small smile and Hanna led them to the door.

oO0Oo

When Chloe and Stacie got to the station, Jack was standing in front of the board with his hand on his chin, thinking as he looked through them.

"What's got you thinking so hard, Flynn?" Chloe asked.

"The note said something about a burned down house just outside of LA and attorneys." Jack said.

Stacie grabbed the picture of the letter and read it over and over.

"Does this mean he dumped Jane there or what?" Stacie asked.

"We don't know." Jack asked. "Do we have any more leads?"

"The last witness said the perp was wearing a black T-shirt with 'AA Associates' written in blue, can that be related?" Chloe asked.

"I'll search for AA Associates." Stacie said and went to her desk.

"Did the CSI find any prints on the letter?" Chloe asked.

"Yes, but they were Jane's." Jack said.

Chloe sighed.

"This guy is an attention seeker. He's doing all of that for attention, he's in total control and that's what he wants." Dr. Helsen said to Cynthia Rose as they approached Jack and Chloe.

"Could he be a psychopath or a sociopath?" Jack asked.

"He could be." Dr. Helsen said. "He knows we'll only find the girls when he wants us to, not a moment before."

"What will he do to them?" Chloe asked.

"He can rape, torture and even kill them. Only he knows." Dr. Helsen shrugged. "But something tells me his interest is not to kill them. He might be one of those men who are in it for the fun, so he wants to cause pain and suffering."

Jack, Chloe and Cynthia Rose nodded but remained quiet and looked back at the board.

"I found out what AA Associates means." Stacie said, bringing a sheet of paper with her. "Stands for 'Alex and Angela Associates', they were a couple who defended homosexuals against homophobic people in schools, offices and politics. They were pretty important, they won 99% of the cases they got. In 30 years, they had twelve children, but they were never seen. The police found ten of their children buried in the backyard of the house where they lived. Those children were raped and suffocated."

"What about the other two?" Chloe asked.

"They were twins, a girl named Abigail and a boy named Axel. The twins were reported missing back in 1982, when they were only two." Stacie said.

"Where are Alex and Angela now?" Jack asked.

"Their house was burned down in 1980 by neighbors, they were inside, they died in the fire." Stacie said.

"The year the twins were born." Chloe said.

"Yes, but that's not all." Stacie said. "Guess where they lived?"

"Where?" Cynthia Rose asked.

"A house just outside of LA." Stacie said.

"Somebody track down the twins, see if they have any connection to the case." Captain Dunnett said.

"Beale and I are gonna go check out the house." Stacie said, putting the sheet of paper down and leaving with Chloe.

oO0Oo

It was all black. Completely black. She couldn't move, her arms and wrists were tied as well as her ankles. She was gagged and blindfolded. She could feel her forehead burning and a dried liquid on the side of her eye and she knew it had been bleeding moments ago.

She was on a soft surface, maybe a mattress or a couch. Her heart was beating like crazy in her chest since this morning, when she was dumped there.

Suddenly she heard a door opening and the lights turning on and she became alarmed.

"Time to check on my star." a man said.

She tried not to start sobbing out in fear, but she almost couldn't help it. She was beyond terrified. At this point, she was expecting him to kill her at any time.

The blindfold was removed as were her ankles, wrists and arms. She looked up at him and he held her by the hair.

"Well don't you look pretty." he smiled at her and removed the gag from her mouth.

"Where am I? Who are you?" she asked, her voice and lips trembling.

"You may call me Blank." he winked. "And you're in my house. You're my star. There are nine other girls out there, but I won't leave you with them because you're my special one. I need you somewhere private."

He winked as he caressed her cheek and she flinched away from contact.

"Please don't kill me." she whispered with eyes shut.

"No, don't worry about that." he said. "I'm gonna keep you in here for a long time."

She looked up at him with tears in her eyes.

"Please, let me go." she begged.

"I'm afraid I can't do that, Rebeca." Blank said. "Don't worry, I'll let your blonde friend know you miss her."

"Don't hurt her."

"I'm not interested in her. I'm interested in you." he said, running his fingers through her hair. "Oh, baby, you've got a cut on your forehead, I'm gonna put something on it."

Beca kept her eyes shut until he was gone. Then she opened them again and it felt like she could finally breathe. She looked around. She was in a room with a small bathroom, the walls were gray and there was no furniture besides the bed and no windows.

"Here we go." Blank came back with a first aid kit.

Since the bed was against the wall, Beca sat up and brought her knees up and moved far away from Blank as she could.

"Come on, baby girl, let's fix that cut." Blank said.

Beca didn't move.

"Listen here, girl." he grabbed her by the hair and yanked at it, pulling her close to him, making her yelp in pain. "Now you belong to me. You have to do as I say. Or do you want your hot, pale little body covered in bruises, huh?"

Beca started crying, trying to get him to let go of her hair.

"Answer me!"

He pulled her hair harder, making her yelp again.

"Please don't hurt me." she said.

He smirked at her.

"Then don't be stupid." he said and let go of her hair.

He put a bandage on her cut and then tapped her cheek lightly with a small smile.

"There, there. All done now." he said.

Beca slowly opened her eyes and looked at him.

"I'm gonna leave now to check on the girls outside." he said. "Is there anything else you'd want?"

"I-I'm h-hungry." Beca said, her voice trembling.

"Oh, baby girl. Here's the thing: you only get to eat on Thursdays, so you're gonna have to wait until next week." he said. He reached out behind the bed and grabbed a water bottle. "That's all you'll have for now."

Beca grabbed the water, shaking in fear. She opened the bottle and stared at the water for a moment before she took a small sip, scared. Seeing it tasted like normal water, she started taking long sips.

"I'd take my time with the water if I were you, Rebeca. That's the only thing to hold you until next week." he said.

Beca looked up at him.

"I'll get going, Rebeca. I'll see you next week." he ran his fingers through her hair again, making her shut her eyes hard again, trembling. "My lucky charm."

Beca kept her eyes shut until she heard the door close and then Blank was gone. She opened her eyes and looked around the room. Seeing as Blank wasn't there, she slowly got up from the bed and walked towards the door. She tried to open it, but it was locked. She tried harder and started crying when she noticed it wouldn't open. She started banging her fists against the door and cried harder.

Beca then opened her eyes when she heard the door opening and stepped back, seeing an angry looking Blank on the other side of the door.

"Did I tell you to try to open the door?" he asked.

Beca started shaking.

"N-No…" she said, her voice small.

"Then why were you banging on the door?" he asked.

Beca's mouth opened and closed several times, but she didn't know what to say.

Blank grabbed both of Beca's wrists and held them together with one hand as tight as he could. Then he raised his other hand and slapped her both sides of her face, his watch cutting her left cheek.

"If I catch you trying to open the door one more time, that'll be the end of you, do you hear me?" he said, grabbing her neck so tight she couldn't breathe or move.

Beca tried to get him to let go of her neck, but he wouldn't.

"Do you understand me?" he said through gritted teeth.

Beca's feet were almost off the ground and she felt herself start to lose conscience, but she managed a nod and he threw her backwards and she fell on the ground. She breathed hard and coughed for a few minutes. When she looked up, Blank was gone and the door was locked again.

She started crying harder as she felt severe pain on her neck, knowing it'd leave a bruise. She went back to the bed and curled up in a ball, crying herself to sleep.