''Eric,I have a job for you,''Horatio called.

''Isn't this your day off?''he replied.

Horatio smirked. ''It was. Take this and find out how many of those knives are connected to cold cases.'' The redhead dumped the box in Eric's hands.

The Cuban blinked. It had some weight to it.

''Now?''

''Yes,now. Get to work.''

Eric grumbled and set the box down on the lab table.

Horatio patted his shoulder gently. ''Don't cut yourself.''

''Funny,H.''

Horatio smiled before he stalked off to the interrogation room to find Calleigh already questioning a certain Fallen Angel.

He stood behind the one way mirror and listened intently.

''Why would keep the knives you used to kill people?''the blond asked.

Jay sat back. He seemed more than comfortable with the idea of having kept weapons connected to murders. He smirked at the pictures on the table,and then he saw a picture of a knife that was sitting on a red cloth.

''Ah,''he smiled,''My first fight...Javier Arvelo. He was brutal,even for a Noche...''

Calleigh glared. ''That doesn't answer my question.''

''Well,the answer is simple. They're trophies.''

''Trophies?''she questioned.

''Yes. At the time,I followed the Code of the Angels. The Angel that came up with the Code believed that if someone was about to die,it was the universe's way of getting rid of them. If they were saved,then the scale was considered unbalanced,and another life had to be taken to ''level the field,''as some would say.''

''And you followed that?''Calleigh responded,glaring at the man.

''I was only seventeen when I fought Javier. I didn't know any better. But you must know that the Angels are careful about who they choose... And,it was self-defense. I didn't walk away from that fight without some injuries of my own.''

''We looked back at the good sixteen years that passed. There were no hospital records.''

''There wouldn't be. Back then,the Fallen Angels were quiet. They came,they killed,they left. They preferred to remain hidden and were careful to not draw any attention,''Jay stated.

Calleigh sighed and pushed the pictures towards him. Jay examined each one,and his eyes narrowed.

''You're missing one,''he said smiling.

Calleigh tilted her head slightly out of confusion. ''There were only fifty-six knives in the box.''

''No,there were actually fifty-seven. The fifty-seventh knife was from my last fight.''

''You realize you're confessing to murder,right?''Calleigh replied calmly.

''Ah,careful,my dear. I didn't say kill. I said fight. The Fallen Angels have a very special hunting process. You'll find that my knives match only the shallow wounds,and that the shallow wounds were not near any vital areas.''

Horatio's eyes widened considerably at the statement. This meant Jay had never actually killed any one.

''May I empty my pocket?''the Angel requested.

''Why do you need to ask?''

''Just giving you a heads up so you don't panic and draw your sidearm.'' Jay reached into his pocket and removed eight small figures carved from wood.

''How does this hunting process work?''Calleigh asked curiously.

''That's what I'm going to explain,''he set the three smallest carvings down in front of her,one of them red,''The first step is the Scare. Once someone is chosen to be killed,the 'scarer' and 'follower' simply track them down. The 'scarer' is armed while the 'follower' remains empty handed. The 'scarer' will appear out of nowhere and attack them,cutting or stabbing either a leg or arm to slow them down.''

Calleigh tensed unconsciously. ''What does the 'follower' do?''

Jay smiled. ''The 'follower' just watches. A week later comes the Hunt,''he paused and took one of the small carvings away,''The 'follower' appears again,unarmed. I guess you could call it stalking. Then,each day,the 'follower' appears with one more person at their side,''he slowly added a larger carving for each day,circling the red carving,''until the seventh day,when there are seven 'followers'. The eighth day is the Kill. The seven 'followers' hunt down the victim,circle him,''he knocked over the red figure with his finger,''and the first 'follower' slits the victim's throat.''

Calleigh examined the display on the table in front of her;the ring of seven tall models surrounding the one little red carving.

''I was chosen to be the 'scarer.' I,in all honesty,didn't at the time know that I was setting the victim up for death,''Jay said quietly.

''So the Fallen Angels are like a wolf pack,''Calleigh concluded.

Jay nodded and smiled. ''Very good...I'd like to speak with Horatio.''

''He's busy.''

''Well,for being busy,he sure has a lot of free time on his hands since he's standing behind the mirror.''

Calleigh sighed as Horatio stormed past the door of the interrogation room. ''You understand that now he's afraid to put you and Genesis in the same house,right?''

Jay's head dropped for a moment,and then he looked back up at her. ''I don't blame him. I would be,too,if I were in his shoes.''

''Despite that you didn't actually kill anyone and that your knives do only match the shallow wounds,we checked,''she paused,''you won't go to prisons since the injuries you caused don't even qualify as attempted murder...But you do still have some trust to build back up with Horatio. But be warned...it's hard to earn that man's trust once. You're going to have to earn it a second time.''

''I know,''Jay whispered,''...got any advice?''

Calleigh gathered the pictures and stood up. ''Just tread carefully. The few people that have broken his trust got up and left. So I don't know what it will take.''

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