Sorry it took me longer than I wanted to update, but sadly I can't write fanfics 24/7. Thanks for all your feedback so far, though! It's great to hear from you guys and I'm so happy you like it!

Lindy knew she had to act natural, and luckily she had a good poker face. But then again, this killer always seemed to be one step ahead. Her mind was racing – SARA WAS ALIVE. Sure, she'd been tricked and lied to in the past, but she and her sister had a bond, and she knew immediately that it was really her on the other side of the phone. As for the whole 'Jake is a serial killer' thing, she still wasn't entirely convinced, and Tommy had barely explained a damn thing, but something about the look in his eyes when she was ripping him a new one at the hospital told her he wouldn't lie to her again, especially not about this.

She tried to shake the thoughts out of her head, eliciting a strange look from Jake.

"You okay?" He asked, concern etched on his face.

"Yeah! Sorry, just a long day already. I didn't find anything," she shrugged dejectedly.

"Me neither. Well, not yet," Jake grabbed her hand and squeezed encouragingly.

Lindy wanted nothing more than to squirm out of his grip, but she put on a weak smile and pressed through it. How had Tommy's voice gotten stuck in her head again already?

"Want lunch? I packed us a picnic," Jake offered.

"Sure," Lindy smiled slightly.

Nothing more romantic than a picnic in a grave of unmarked bodies, Lindy thought to herself.

Once Jake had gone back towards the boat to get their food, Lindy couldn't fight the bile rising in her throat, and she emptied the contents of her stomach on the grass, panting. Everything was just getting to be too much. She pulled out her phone again – she needed to talk to someone. Sophia or George, maybe. She tried to shoot a text to Sophia, but it didn't go through. No service.

"Shit," she whispered to herself, but quickly changed her tune when she saw Jake approaching once again, cooler in hand.

She wasn't sure how she was going to pull this off, but she had to try. They sat down on the grass and she felt the unease sinking into her. She momentarily wondered who they were sitting on top of, but pushed that morbid thought from her mind.

"Hey Jake," she said quietly, putting a hand on his knee. "What do we say we take a break? All of this sadness, this morbidity – it's really getting to me."

"I thought we were taking a break," Jake laughed lightly, gesturing to the picnic spread in front of them.

"No I mean, just get out of here for a bit. We can go get a real lunch back on mainland. It'll be nice. Change of pace, then we'll be energized and ready to get back to it," she proposed, smiling.

"But Lindy – think of what it took to get us here. I know how much this trip means to you, and I'd hate for us to get distracted or undo our progress," he resisted.

Lindy laughed dryly. "What progress? Besides, I really don't mind, I think it would be nice to clear our heads. Or at least mine, I guess."

"Lindy," he said, a little more forcefully. "We're staying. We came here for a reason, and I know how determined you are. It's something we have in common. It's what makes us such a good team."

Lindy felt an uneasy chill creep up her back, but she tried to distract from it by digging into one of the sandwiches Jake had packed. She could've sworn she saw a twinkle in his eye of something. She couldn't pinpoint it, but it seemed evil. Everything felt wrong.

After silence for a few seconds, he added, "Just think of Sara."

Lindy blinked hard. She already was thinking of Sara. She was thinking about Sara, alive and miles away, while she was on an island looking for an empty grave. Her response was a weak nod.

Tommy's hands were tight on the steering wheel, knuckles whitened. Sophia nervously bit her nails, Yeager was firing off texts back and forth with people still at the precinct, Sara was staring out the window, a hardened expression on her face, and George had a habit of babbling when he was nervous (even more so than he usually talks). They had backup on standby – rescue helicopters and other officers – but they all decided it would be best if just Tommy and Yeager handled it at first, and knew that any police activity would raise Jake's suspicion and could potentially make him do something to hurt Lindy.

They arrived at the small town that hosted the marina to get to Hart Island and took a quick chance to regroup. Sophia and George would stay on the mainland, especially if they needed something researched or hacked quickly. Tommy suggested that Sara stay with them and they all agreed, but then she pulled him aside.

"Listen, I need to go with you guys," Sara crossed her arms tightly.

"Sara, who knows what we'll see over there. Plus something could happen to you," Tommy tried to reason.

"Tommy, look. I know you care about my sister, and I do, too, which is why I need to do this. I need to be there. Don't you know how long we've been apart?" She asked with desperation in her tone.

"Of course. I think I know more than anyone," He sighed.

"Then you understand…you understand why I need to go with you. When we talked on the phone I could just tell something wasn't right. It's a sister thing," Sara explained. "I know it's high stakes, trust me. But I've been to hell and back already. And I trust you."

Hearing those last words were like an ever-so-slight weight off his shoulders, but not enough of a distraction from her true point.

"I knew something was off, too," He sighed, deep with unease.

"You know that I'm right. Also, maybe she still doesn't believe you – she'd be crazy not to, but it seems like you did something to really piss her off. But if she sees me there, in the flesh, she'll have no choice but to know it's true. You know Lindy like I do – she's stubborn like no other. If we have to pull out all the stops to save her, then why not?" Sara stated her case and could tell Tommy was relenting his earlier decision.

"Fine," He said, putting a hand on her shoulder. "But you need to promise me you'll listen and not do anything too drastic."

Sara actually laughed, "Why do I feel like you've said that a million times before?"

Tommy chuckled slightly, then ushered Sara back towards Yeager, who was waiting for them at their boat. It was NYPD-issued, but unmarked to avoid any suspicion. Though small, it had a lower deck so nobody would actually know who was on the boat if they were seeing it from a distance.

I know it's mainly been plot so far, but it's about to get intense next chapter, guys. Check back tomorrow!