I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing. I looked at the time, 3 AM, this only meant one thing.

"Jackson" I answered.

"Perce? Hey, it's Leo; we have another body."

"Alright, I'll be there soon." I hung up the phone and got out of bed groggily. I got dressed and headed out the door. So much for sleeping in today.

I got to the scene, a bar not too far from the station; it was a bar I frequented with my fellow detectives after a long case. I walked under the crime scene tape to the alley beside the bar. The body looked grotesque. Grover, our photographer, was vomiting in the corner. He doesn't do well with bodies.

"Hey Grover, do you want to see the guts spilling out?" Leo said to him, making Grover vomit even more.

"C'mon Leo, leave him alone. He's just sensitive." I said laughing. Grover looked up miserably.

"You two are horrible." We laughed at him.

Leo and I went to inspect the body. I would never admit this out loud, but I understood why Grover was throwing up. The body was a man, maybe in his late 20s. He had his stomach cut open, and his guts were spilling out to the side. There was a slash on his throat as well; my guess is that's what killed him. Grover finally held it down and started taking pictures.

"Jackson!" The chief called me over.

"Whatsup capt," I said

"This is Chief Medical Examiner Annabeth Chase. She will be working with you on this," Chief Brunner said.

I looked the girl up and down; she had beautiful, curly blonde hair tied up in a loose bun, and she had the most intense grey eyes. She wore her lab coat over a black blouse and some trousers. She was beautiful. And I knew this girl all too well to know she was also extremely insufferable. We had met when I first started as a lead detective. She worked on my first case, I have to admit I never would have cracked it without her, but still, she was a pain in my ass. She always goes by science rather than just the evidence, always testing things to confirm what they are, even if they are clearly blood.

"Hello, Percy, It's nice to see you again." She smiled. That was a lie. The last time we saw each other, we called each other some brutal names.

"You too, Wise Girl." A nickname I used to make fun of her; I think she liked it, though. She rolled her eyes.

"Can you show me the body?"

"S'over there." I pointed. She grabbed her bag and walked away.

"I take it you know each other?" Brunner said.

"Yeah, she's alright," I said in a huff and walked back to the body. Annabeth was inspecting it.

"He was cut open after he was killed; the slash to the jugular is what did him in. It's a precise cut; whoever did this knew what they were doing. My guess is they have a medical background." The hairs on the back of my neck stood up. This was a repeat crime, someone's work we have seen before. It was a serial killer. I kicked myself for not seeing it earlier.

"Leo, get your ass over here." I yelled.

"This is very interesting, he has something stuffed down his throat." Annabeth said.

"Percy hand me my bag." I passed it to her as Leo showed up by my side. She pulled out something that looked like pliers except longer. She reached into his throat with them and pulled something out.

"Huh, it's a crumpled piece of paper." She passed it to me and continued her investigation.

"Leo, this is a serial killer; we've seen this work before. You recognize it?" I asked as I opened the paper.

"Oh shit, he's back?" Leo asked as hebrealized, I read the note out loud.

"So you found my most recent prey. Your move, Detective Jackson." The hairs on the back of my neck stood up. I knew this handwriting; I knew the hands that wrote it all too well.

"Hold still, boy!" he said, holding my hands down as I flailed around. How could I have let this happen? I was a lead detective; I should have seen this coming.

I screamed out for help as he tied my arms down. He grabbed a scalpel and walked towards me. I couldn't see his face; he wore a medical mask, and the only thing I could see was his terrifying eyes. Dark, as dark as death.

He took the scalpel and started to cut my abdomen.

"Perce! We got something over here." I was ripped out of my memory, more like a nightmare, truthfully.

"You alright, man?" Leo asked. I looked at him.

"Leo, this is our guy, it's him. It's Ugliano." Gabe Ugliano was someone I knew all too well. After my dad died in a sailing accident, my mother started dating him. They didn't last long after my mom found cocaine in his sock drawer. He left, and we didn't hear from him again until a few years back on one of my first cases.

"Oh shit dude, you ok?" He asked concern written all over his face.

"Fine". We walked over to where Jason was standing.

"Take a look at this," he said. It was a scalpel stained in blood, and the prints on it were clearly visible.

"Chase! Take this to the lab." I said. She took the scalpel.

"I'll run tests to make sure this is our vics blood too. And Percy, I worked with you on that first case, this work could be a copycat for all we know. We won't know until we investigate more and run more tests." She said. I knew she was trying to help, but I couldn't stop myself from rolling my eyes. She and her tests, I just wish she would just say it for what it is. I guess that's the difference between a detective and a medical examiner.

"Annabeth, you and I both know it's him." I said sharply.

"You don't know that, these prints will tell us." I cut her off.

"Fine! Run your tests, but I know this work, I know this man, I know it's him, and I will not stop until he is behind bars." I said sharply. She glared at me.

"You can't beat science Percy." She said and walked away. The body was packed up and moved back to the lab.

"Did we have ID at all?" I asked Leo.

"Yeah, name's Michael Turner. Lives over in Long Island." He said.

"Does he work in the city?"

"I don't know; they're running him right now."

"Alright, well, do we know if he has family?" I asked.

"Yes, that was our first hit, his wife, Barbara Turner." Leo said.

"Alright, well, I guess we're making a trip to Long Island." We went to my car and opened the doors.

"Percy! Let me come with you. I want to see if I can find any evidence at the house as well," Annabeth said, running up to us.

"What for? This is the crime scene." I responded, spreading my hands open.

"The victim has indicators pointing to the body being moved. I'm curious to know if it happened at his home." She said. I stood there momentarily, debating that she would have to come.

"Fine, get in." We all piled into the car and drove off. This was going to be a long drive.

AN: Hey yall, I'm back with a new story that I intend on finishing. I was inspired by Rizzoli and Isles if you guys have seen it. It's a fun detective show and the storyline is heavily influenced by it. I'm so sorry for not finishing that other story, but I was in college at the time and I had a lot of personal stuff going on that I just couldn't finish it. But this one I will finish. Hopefully this one is good!