Several hours later the team arrived in San Francisco. They picked up their standard black SUVs and drove to the police station first.

The station was unsurprisingly busy. Officers were coming and going but nearly everyone stopped what they were doing when the BAU walked in. With their official-looking attire, it wasn't difficult to tell who they were. They stood in the doorway awkwardly as officers glared their way. "You weren't kidding when you said San Francisco police had a problem with the FBI," Inuyasha whispered to Kikyo.

The captain stepped out of his office after noticing the agents and frowned at his officers. "Get back to work, all of you," he ordered. He walked up to the agents and shook Sesshomaru's hand. "Sorry about that. Not everyone is happy with the decision to bring the FBI in on the case. I'm Captain Hernandez. We have a room set up for you just like you asked."

Sesshomaru nodded. "Thank you, and I assure you, we're not here to judge or imply that your officers can't do their jobs. We're just here to help. I'm Agent Taisho and these are Agents Ookami, Bousan, Taisho, Hiraikotsu, Miko, and Higurashi."

"Two Taishos?"

"My younger brother," Sesshomaru explained.

The captain nodded his understanding. "The room is this way."

The captain led them to a room near the back of the station that had already been set up with evidence boxes and a large board with notes. The team walked in and immediately got to work. The captain watched in mild amusement. "They don't waste any time," Sesshomaru said with a smirk.

"I see that." The captain grimaced as Inuyasha erased the entire board. "I'm sorry but those were our notes for the case," he stated.

"We prefer to start from the beginning," Inuyasha said without turning from the board. "Start fresh without a bias."

The captain frowned but he wasn't about to question the FBI when he had been one of the few advocates to bring them in. "Okay…well, if you need anything else just let me know."

Sesshomaru stepped into the room and put his bag down to the side. "Okay, Miroku and Sango, go visit the family of the missing girl. Inuyasha and Kouga, you're with me. We're going to talk to the family of the last victim. Kikyo and Kagome, work with Shippo to find a connection between the victims. This girl has less than 24 hours so let's move."

Miroku and Sango drove to the address that was listed in the file. The house was located in a quiet suburb, similar to the previous victims. The neighborhood was definitely upper-middle class with signs of overspending in an attempt to fit in. They parked in front of the house they needed, walked to the door, and knocked. This was definitely one of the hardest parts of the job. A couple of minutes later a young man opened the door. He looked at the agents curiously. "Can I help you?"

They nodded and showed him their badges. "We're with the FBI," Miroku said. "I'm Agent Miroku Bousan and this is Sango Hiraikotsu. May we come in?"

The man's eyes widened and he nodded. "Of course." He stepped back to let them in. "Is this about Sarah? Have you found her?"

Sango shook her head. "Not yet. We're with the Behavioral Analysis Unit. We were hoping to ask you some questions about Sarah and get more of an idea of what she's like."

The man frowned. "Well, I'm her husband Randy. How is asking about her life going to help you find her?" he asked.

"Part of our job is to find the unsub through patterns and behaviors," Miroku explained. "The more we know about Sarah, the more we'll know why the unsub chose her."

Randy led them to the living room and sat down. The mantle was covered with framed pictures of Randy with a beautiful brunette. "What do you need to know?"

"Does Sarah have a regular routine that she follows?" Sango asked. "A routine that someone might've known about?"

Randy shook his head. "Not really. She's a column writer so she mainly works from home but she'll travel to where the story is too. She's really passionate like that, always chasing the story," he said with a sad smile.

"Does she take care of her hair well?" Miroku asked.

Randy frowned. "Her hair? I suppose so but what woman doesn't? She goes to the hair salon every other week to get her hair done professionally done, not that she needs it. She's always taking care of it at home."

"What salon does she go to?" Miroku asked.

Randy thought about it. "Umm, Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow I think it's called. I'm not really sure, there are so many places in the city."

Sango nodded and stood up, Miroku standing next to her. "Thank you," she said as they both shook his hand.

"Do you think she's still alive?" he asked fearfully. "It's ben five days."

"Until we have proof that says otherwise, we'll continue to work under the assumption that she's still alive," Sango answered him.

"We'll find her," Miroku promised.

As the two agents drove back to the station, Sango reported in. She hung up and looked at Miroku. "The others are on their way back as well."

"Did they get anything?"

Sango shook her head. "Not much, pretty much the same as us. No strict routine because the victim was a stewardess and she loved to take care of her hair, but she went to a different salon."

"So no real connection there, besides loving her hair, but that doesn't give us much," Miroku said shaking his head. "Well, hopefully Shippo, Kikyo, and Kagome had better luck."