"Jim I think we have a little problem." Blair said as a tendril of cold fear griped him. His heart skipped a beat. Just enough to alert Jim that something was not right. Pulling the truck over lest he have an accident, "What is it Chief?" Jim demanded, turning to face him as Blair's fear began to infect him as well. Blair showed Jim the files and the note "Jim we have got to go back there and find out how much knowledge she has about sentinels." Blair exclaimed his heartrate increasing.

"Just a minute Blair remember she likes to play mind games. That file and that note could be props. How hard would it be for someone to find out what you did your thesis about? That stuff is a matter of record. If anything she showed us how someone could put two and two together and come up with Sentinels, she may not know anything about them. Remember Chief you have to get a degree to get into the FBI. She could just be wanting to help you with your paper."

"What Jim." Blair began incredulously "She wants to be friends. I know I've joked about books, movies, and TV, after Peru I was telling you the truth, it is about friendship now. If the wrong people get a hold of you." Blair didn't finish. The incident with Brackett replayed in his mind.

Jim understood and didn't press. As he pulled the truck back into traffic heading towards the station, "OK Chief, let's think about what we know about Agent Davison."

"Jim, I'm all for opening her suitcase and looking in there."

"We can't. Besides if she left it here then there wouldn't be anything useful in it. What about you're first impression of her. You're normally a pretty good judge of people."

Blair replayed the meeting in his mind. His voice sounded far way. "From a distance she didn't look like an agent. She looked younger than I do, but there's an edge to her. Her eyes, they look ancient and there was a sense of darkness around her as if she has looked into the abyss too many times for far more years than she's been alive. I'd like to think that she is a protector like you. I thought I saw something when I shook her hand but I wasn't sure. Her necklace distracted me; I wanted to ask you about that. Did you see anything?" Blair told him lost in what he had said and trying to shake the feeling, the note had left. Wanting to know Agent Davison's reasons for doing this, he couldn't think of her as Megan, or just Davison; that would imply he liked her.

"Well I don't know anything about necklaces I was trying to deal with her attitude, until she got spooked. My first impression was someone fighting the image that her size and looks generate. She also seemed to think that we had her file and just not her picture."

"I noticed that to, what do you mean, got spooked." Asked Blair puzzled

"As we were walking to get her suitcase she stopped looked at a pair of men. She looked at them like they were the last people on Earth she wanted to see. Then she noticed that I was watching her and tried to cover it up saying it was nothing. I couldn't tell if she was lying or not because her heartrate increased when she saw those men." Jim said reflecting on the scene

"What do you think Jim? Good guy or bad guy?" Blair asked as the truck pulled into the station.

"I really don't know, I don't think we should give her a chance to hurt either one of us." As they entered the station Jim continued. "We should stay on guard. I'll try to see if Simon can transfer her somewhere else. I want you to keep look out down here, with her attitude that visit with Agent Johnson should last all of a few minutes she should be fifteen to twenty minutes behind us or even less. Stall her for a bit, if that's possible." Jim told Blair as he walked to the elevator.

"Yeah, right, Jim. Sure, Jim." Blair muttered.

"I heard that."

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Just as the doors of the elevator closed, Megan felt cold tendrils of fear enter someone. Blair Sandburg, Megan knew this as certain as she knew her own name. Thankfully the elevator was empty and Megan had a few moments to regret her note that she knew was the cause of the problem. Reaching for the crystal necklace Megan framed a question in her mind.

*Now what do I do? Lace, I didn't do that for him to get scared that way.* Megan thought beginning to pace in the elevator.

--Megan, child, you will have to do that which you despise the most, apologize.-- The sprit inside the necklace answered.

*Come on Lace, do I have to?* Megan asked like a kid trying to get out of kissing an old aunt.

--Yes you do. Now be a good child and get back to work.--

*Yes ma'am. * Megan thought back meekly.

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The elevator stopped at the floor that contained Agent Johnson office. Walking over to his office door, Megan was stopped by a stereotypical blonde bimbo secretary, "Excuse me, little girl. Did you lose your tour group." The blonde said condescendingly.

'Give me strength to deal with bimbos. Particularly ones who think I'm a child.' Megan thought. She smiled sweetly and brought out her ID. "My name is Agent Megan Davison I was told to report to Agent Johnson as soon as I arrived from DC to be issued a temporary car from the motor pool for 48 hours. May I please see him." Megan said taking charge of the situation.

"I'm sorry Agent Davison, he gave instruction that he not be disturbed by anyone short of an AD until after lunchtime. Which you obviously are not. Try back in a hour." The Blonde informed Megan smugly.

'Interrupted your plans for lunch I bet.' Megan thought "Really, well then I'll interrupt him my orders are to talk to him as soon as I arrived in Cascade. Those orders came from AD Skinner in Washington DC." Megan informed her sidestepping the secretary and opening the door. "Agent Johnson call off your guard. I'm running late as it is and I don't have time for this. Just issue me a car for the next 48 hours and you can yell at me when I return it." Megan barked to Agent Johnson.

Agent Johnson looked at Megan dumbfounded for a second. Handing Megan a slip of paper, he informed her. "Agent Davison the only reason that I don't discipline you right now is that AD Skinner is your supervisor and not I. As far as I'm concerned you are not a part of the Cascade office of the Bureau. I don't know how you received this assignment. I wouldn't put up with this attitude. I will be informing AD Skinner of your attitude problem before the day is out with a recommendation that another agent from this office be assigned to this detail. This isn't the sort of detail that a obvious rookie with a few lucky connections is given."

Megan took the piece of paper calmly and with a lopsided grin informed him, "Agent Johnson a few things, one I'm not a rookie I've been in the FBI for three years. Two if not being a part of this office means that I don't have to deal with the paperwork from this office then fine. Three I don't have any lucky connections and finally AD Skinner already knows about my attitude. Good-bye." Typical FBI boy. He had the brown hair, blue eyes and a build that screamed star quarterback in high school.

Fifteen minutes after leaving Jim and Blair, Megan set off in her bureau issue car heading for Cascade Police Station. Trying to think of an apology to give Ellison and Sandburg when she met them at the station

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Barging into Simon's office Jim exclaimed hotly "We can't work with this _kid_ she is too young for one thing plus her little mind games are too dangerous look at this note she left for Sandburg. Sir you have to transfer her somewhere else." Jim paused and spoke a bit more calmly, "There is something else going on here too. Agent Davison is under the impression that we _do_ have her file, just not a picture of her."

Simon looked at the note and felt fear for his men grip him. Sighing Simon told Jim, "look I'll phone AD Skinner and try to get her files released to us but for now transferring her is impossible, we are stuck with her and the games. You'll just have to work with her. Now if you don't mind I have a phone call to make."

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Blair stood in main entrance of the building, he had been waiting for about 20 minutes for Agent Davison. Trying like hell to get his thoughts together enough so he could process everything that had happened in the last 45 minutes. First was that damned thesis paper he did. What was with that? Was it becoming required reading on the bad guy/federal reading lists? Blair wished he could turn back time and not even write the stupid thing then Jim could be safe. Blair added another mental tick to the 'Reasons not to do The Sentinel dissertation.' The list was really growing for reasons not to. Blair didn't want to think about what would've happened had he never met Jim.

Blair was sure that if he explained his reasons to Jim he'd understand, hell he may even be trying to figure out a way to dissuade Blair from doing his dissertation. Only the powers that be were the real worry. His advisors, Simon, and the police chain of command. Blair wasn't sure if any of them would be very sympathetic in regards to Blair changing the subject of his dissertation, OK the police chain of command probably didn't even know that Blair existed. His advisors, weren't interested in the Sentinel subject really, and would be happy if he had chosen something a little more mainstream for his dissertation, and as for Simon, well Blair didn't think that his absence from Major Crimes would upset him very much. Simon would just assign someone else to be Jim's partner possibly disguising the sentinel bit as a medical thing that is if the rest of Major Crimes hadn't already figured it out. Blair ran his hands through his hair. It was starting to look like that the more people that may know or had the access to know about Jim's abilities. Blair wasn't too worried about the guys in Major Crimes knowing about the Sentinel stuff. Blair hoped that if it ever came out about Jim's senses that everyone would understand

Megan entered the station and found Blair waiting for her. She 'saw' that his first response was to resolve why she had given him that note. Megan also realized that any chance of either one of them trusting her was almost gone. Only one thing, all out truth had the chance and an outside one at that. She couldn't do that though; too much still needed to happen. Pulling Blair into the elevator, Megan asked, "What floor Mr. Sandburg?" Allowing the regret that she had caused him fear to show in her eyes, even if they couldn't know that she knew the note had caused such strong feelings of fear. 'I wonder why they are freaked out by it. Unless they suspect that I know something about them that I shouldn't. Could my theory that Ellison was black ops true?'

Blair saw the regret in her eyes maybe she was a good guy. "Seventh and just call me Blair. I have a question. Why the note and files?" Maybe he _could_ call her Megan.

"Well Blair…" Megan began her apology, and then felt the fear enter a third person. "Hell and damnation that does it." Megan said angrily. Blair saw her emotions begin to rage and started backing in to a corner. Megan followed and looked into Blair's eyes, "Blair who would Ellison tell about the note?" Megan demanded and to Blair her gray eyes started to spark.

Fear and confusion found Blair 'This is it Jim will never find me. She's going kill me. How did she know about the note being a cause?' Aloud he said, "Captain Banks, Jim was going to ask for you to be transferred and to find out why we don't have your file here."

"Excuse me, Blair. You guys don't have my file?" Megan said stunned a bit then a deep feeling that she was duped settled in her soul. Megan started to seethe not at anyone in Cascade but at AD Skinner and Cancerman, one of them had set her up and she was going to find out who. Her private wager was on Cancerman.

Then the elevator stopped Major Crime was empty except for Jim and Simon everyone else was out to lunch or chasing down leads. Megan looked around a bit, grabbed Blair and dragged him towards Jim who had heard Blair and Davison coming up in the elevator and was on his way to met them. Agent Davison stopped in front of Jim and tersely asked where Captain Banks office was. Jim could only mutely point in the proper direction his mind lost in dealing with Megan's abrupt attitude again. Once at the door to the office, Megan proceeded to barge in interrupting the telephone call. Megan 'reached' out a bit with her mind to see who was on the telephone and knew that Banks was talking to Skinner. Extending her hand for the telephone Megan interrupted Simon "Excuse me, Captain Banks? I'm sorry to interrupt but you're talking to AD Skinner, correct? I would like to speak with him as well." Simon handed Megan the telephone and Megan began to speak to Skinner trying to control her emotions. "Hello Sir, I've made a slight error and am in the process of correcting it now. Also someone restricted my files so they only had what you told them about me to go on." Megan then uttered in a very dangerous voice. "Could you please have my files released, sent to Cascade PD and find out who restricted them because _I_ really want to know." Then in a lighter tone, "Oh Agent Johnson wasn't impressed with my attitude so expect a call from him as well. Good-bye Sir."

Megan hung up the telephone and turned to the three men. 'Reaching' a bit to find out what about the note had them so concerned, without telepathically intruding in their minds. She realized that it revolved around all three. They all shared in a secret and somehow Blair was the key to it. Megan saw this from all of them; this surprised her after the airport and not being able to read Ellison at their first meeting. 'OK now I have a starting point' Megan thought taking a deep breath, "Now gentlemen let's get this straight I'm not here to hurt anyone. I want to know why three grown men are suddenly terrified and ready to send me back to DC over one little innocent note that I only intended to use to ask a question and break the ice a bit. Listen this is really hard for me to say but I'm sorry for causing any of you any fear because of this." Megan paused to see how her information was being processed, 'time to take a chance.' She thought, "let me tell you all one thing if the government really wanted any of you for any reason they would take you they would not send some one to sit and watch you all. They would arrest you, they would do this under the phrase national security." Megan continued in a very low and sad voice, her blue/gray eyes fully showing the sadness she felt. "Believe me I have seen it and have lost people and information I was trying to protect to them. They are ruthless, they would do anything to get what they want." Megan paused and then looked at each of them. "I must confess, I did look into your files, gentlemen. I have an idea that this may have happened to you before." Megan sighed, "It almost happened to me."

Megan walked up to Blair and looked into his eyes, for a moment Blair felt the nimbus that he had sensed earlier and in addition, the impression that Megan was weighing his soul. She then placed, a hand to his cheek at this Jim tensed, ready should she try anything. Megan continued, "you are still such an innocent for everything you have seen and done. Cherish that I was never allowed to." Megan shook herself from her revive. "Anyway I'll give you a brief rundown on my career in the FBI. Then you can decide if I'm able to work as a liaison here. My FBI career started early, I had a special waiver so I could go into the academy when I was twenty. I had to fight every step of the way at the academy so I played the mind games to keep people off balance. After I graduated from the academy I was placed in VCS profiling serial killers and other criminals, it seems I had a knack for it. After about two years I was close to burn out so they moved me to a division called the X-Files. I really didn't do much, just chase down routine leads and since the other two agents were out in the field a lot, I kept the paperwork down. Then one day I was called into see the AD I felt lucky so far, I knew how hard he came down on other agents specially if they were connected with the X-Files. For some reason, I had avoided his wrath. Don't get me wrong, I only pull the stuff I do when people underestimate me. I'm 23 with 3 years experience when most agents are rookies, respect my experience and you will have no problems with me. Anyway, AD Skinner confided in me that something was going to happen soon and he wanted me to be as far away from the fallout as possible. He gave me four choices, San Diego, Fairbanks, Juneau and Cascade; I don't need to tell you where I choose. For some reason he came up with this 'experiment' but basically I'm at your disposal." Megan looked at the men and tried to see whether or not she was staying but couldn't so she told them. "OK gentlemen do you have any questions? " Megan asked lightly ready for almost anything.

"Agent Davison," Simon began sternly Megan recognizing the tone went to the classic chewing out position that Mulder taught her, although hers was more attentive. "Your tricks may have went unnoticed in DC but we don't play them here. I will not stand for my people constantly on edge."

"Yes Sir. I understand." Megan said.

"Why would the AD of the FBI be concerned about what happens to a young agent? Regardless of the age that you started at." Banks asked returning to sit at his desk.

"I'm sorry, sir. I'm not at liberty to discuss those details at this time. It may be beneficial to continue this at another time." Megan said.

Simon agreed, "Make no mistake, we _will_ continue this conversation later, but for now we do need your help. Agent Davison, are you capable of giving us a profile of a killer?"

Megan went a little pale but she squared her shoulders and met Simon's eyes, "Yes, I am."

"All right then, here you go, the crime scene photos and what we have so far." Simon handed Megan the folders and she began to look through them. Simon continued, "This guy seems to target women. He'll stalk them for a bit, kidnap them, he seems to wait for them to go on a vacation or long weekend, beat them, then kill them. None of them have been reported as missing before their bodies are found." Simon informed the trio. "I want this guy caught and soon, he's already killed four women. Due to the timing of the killings, there have been four different Homicide Detectives on this case. Homicide has just recognized a pattern in the killings and turned it over to us. Let's get this guy before the brass start breathing down my neck."

Megan started to look through the photos and observations of the officers. Letting her mind relax a bit, she prepared herself to 'look' into the killer's mind.

--Megan, no, not here go to another area or try to see the bodies not here.--, 'Lace pleaded.

*Why I've done this before, even around sensitives, if your worried about Blair.* Megan countered.

--It's not the young one I'm worried about, he will have to know about us soon anyway, it's the tall one, Jim, is his name right? I'm worried that he is hiding something. I don't want you to 'look' here, OK. –

*You're worried that I'm a target for the killer aren't you? I'll be fine. You do this with each killer that targets women.* Megan asked in a voice that tried to convey that she understood the spirit's concern.

--Not just that I had another 'flash' and I didn't like it. Before you ask, I'm not going to tell you. –Lace told her in that pseudo-mother voice that Megan didn't like.

*Well, if it were good you'd tell me so it must be bad, right? I'm better off not knowing then, that way it will not influence my reactions, * Megan rationalized.

--They are starting to stare, you'd better get back to work, be careful and remember what you've been taught. --

Megan broke out of her talk with the spirit to the three men looking at her with weird looks on their faces. Like they understood that she was looking inward. Weird, Megan thought. There is definitely more here than meets the eye.

"What?" Megan asked.

Blair decided to speak up, "Well, you looked like you were in la-la land for a couple of minutes. We tried to ask you a question and you were just sitting there staring at the pictures." Blair then asked with some concern, "are you OK?"

"Yes Blair, I'm fine, just concentrating a bit to hard on the photo. Captain Banks, you already have a standard profile on the killer, well here are a few more details. The killer has a deep hatred of women in strong positions, women who can take care of themselves, who don't appear to need men in their lives. He probably started with Breaking and Entry into similar women's homes. Then one time it went wrong and the woman surprised him and she fought back, he killed her. He got a bigger thrill from that then from the B/E. I'd have look at any B/E that fit this. He hasn't just killed four women, he has escalated I would say that there is at least one more woman killed by him. Only it was deemed that the woman had died from surprising the robber. Now he is kidnapping to insure privacy and is taking his time in the killing. The fact that he chooses to beat the women could be significant, he may not be beating them, he could be fighting them trying to get them to submit to him proving to the woman that he is the alpha male. By placing the body at the home, he states his position as the winner. If you take a close look at the bodies, you will find evidence that supports this. The killer seems to have an intimate knowledge of the victims routine to know when the victim would take a vacation, but so far no common links have been found have they?" Megan looks at the stunned faces of the three men, "look, I said I had a knack for this, just don't pile a ton of killers on me OK. Would it be possible to take a look at the bodies of the victims?"

Simon answered, "The morgue is in the basement, Sandburg could you take her there I need to talk to Detective Ellison."

"Sure, Captain. This way, Megan." Blair opened the door and motioned Megan to follow.

"Megan, are you sure you're all right? You went really pale looking at the photos," Blair asked as he pressed the button for the basement.

"Yes Blair, I'm fine, like I said I was just focusing to hard on the photos. What question were you guys trying to ask me? You never said." Megan answered.

"Just if you had a preliminary idea on the killer. You answered that one quickly. How do you do it?" Blair asked intrigued about how she was able to find out all that stuff so quickly.

"I really don't know _how_ I do it I just do. Seeing how a killer thinks comes easily, sometimes too easily. That was why I was transferred to the X-files." Megan fibbed not totally but just enough to keep her secrets safe. 'I hope when I tell all I'm forgiven.'

"Megan, just what are these X-files?" Blair asked wondering just what really had transpired in Simon's office and in the elevator earlier. 'Could she have a hyper-sense?" he mused, 'if so which one. Sight, maybe, to get so much from the pictures so quickly is the obvious one, but then what happened in the elevator?'

"That, Blair, is a question for another day. It would take too long to fully explain and I really don't want to gloss over too much, so I'll just say not now all right?"

"Sure, Megan." Blair conceded, " I was wondering. How were you able to arrange everything while you were in DC?"

Megan gave him a lopsided grin; "Well I was lucky. The company that managed my apartment in DC also has places here in Cascade, and just happened to have an empty place. Being an Agent has some advantages."

On the way to the morgue, Megan readied her ID, "Must play nice." She muttered just under her breath. Mindful of Captain Banks order that her 'mind games' not affect the standard procedures of the Cascade PD.

--Meg, I think, Blair, is a tad uncomfortable down here. His mind is moving much faster than it was earlier.—The Necklace said.

*What do you mean? Please make it quick my double-talking isn't up to much.* Megan thought back as her and Blair neared the Morgue.

--You've been spoilt. Hanging around others who know of your secret.—Scolded a disapproving Lace.

*Must go now, Lace. I have to get back to work.* Megan broke the thought off quickly. Knowing Lace though Megan hadn't heard the last of it.

As they entered the morgue. Blair looked around nervously. Then relaxed a little bit, as if realizing that someone wasn't there. Now the only tension evident both on the surface and in his mind was that he was in the Morgue, around all those dead bodies. Megan walked up to him, "Blair, if you don't want to be down here you can go back up to Major Crimes. I'm sure I can find my way back."

Megan watched as Blair considered her words. Just as he was about to answer, the Medical Examiner walked over to inquire about their purpose in the Morgue. He was about 40 years old, with short wavy, black hair and green eyes.

"Hi, Blair, Sam isn't here, and if I were you I wouldn't bring your dates down here." The ME said.

"Hi, Marc, this is Agent Megan Davison she's investigating those murders that homicide passed to Major Crimes. Agent Davison this is Marc Oliver, one of Cascade's many Medical Examiners." Blair introduced them to each other.

"Really, if you don't mind my saying so, you look a little young to be handling a possible serial killer, have you ever seen a dead body?" Marc inquired his tone holding no malice towards her.

"Yes, I have, and a few things that would terrify you. May I see the bodies?" Megan countered mysteriously. Then turned to speak to Blair, "Look, Blair, could you go and get the files on the forensic data. I'll want to look at that after I see the bodies." Megan saw Blair turn and walk away to get the requested data, glad to give him a task to do to get him out of her way while she looked at the bodies. Now she needed to keep Marc Oliver distracted while she looked at the victims, both visually and psychically.

--Meg, just ask some questions first. I'm glad you were able to get the young one out of here.— Lace broke into Megan's thoughts.

*Well, Lace it wasn't too hard to do. I do need that data. Now I have a weird feeling about this case. Lace why do you call Blair 'young one'? He's older than me.*

--Meg, dear child, he is younger than you are in terms of innocence, so child-like in that aspect, much like you were.— Lace reminisced sadly.

*Ummm, yea, look I'm going to be 'looking' in a few moments could you please keep me on an even keel? I don't want to blank out here I've got a reputation to build and being considered unprofessional will not help.* Megan asked the Spirit.

--Of course. Would I do any less?—'Lace answered.

*No you wouldn't.*

"Dr. Oliver, what have you noticed about the bodies? Anything that I may need to pay close attention to, any repeating pattern common to all of the bodies?" Megan asked while looking at the most recent victim, slowly preparing her mind to see how the killer operated.

"Nothing of note, Agent Davison, the only thing I can determine is that the victim was kept alive for many days before death. The size of the bruises on the body may indicate a long period of time or possibly more than one assailant before death. There is no sign of sexual assault, and the physical assault was done over many days. If you are OK here, Agent Davison, I have a few things to do. Just give a holler when you're done." Marc instructed, because she wasn't going to lose her lunch over a body.

"Sure thing Dr. Oliver, thank you for your time." Megan replied

Megan walked around the body. Her eyes looking over the victim, positive that something was there. Visually Megan couldn't see anything significant, but she could feel the images wanting to make themselves known to her. Someone to understand. Reluctantly and after a brief scan of the area to make sure that she wouldn't be disturbed. Megan gave into the images, struggling to maintain control, lest she turn into the same type of killer.

Megan's mind reeled at the strength of the images that were coming off of the body. She began to lose herself the swirling images that were floating through her mind.

*Lace, help me. I was right.. there is more to this.. not just one.. at least four.. I can't do this.. I'm losing myself.* Megan screamed inside her mind to that spark of light and brightness that helps keep her safe.

--Shhh, Megan, I am here. Just as you were taught, don't let your body move but stand outside of the images. As if you're watching a TV show, just inside your mind. You _are_ stronger that this.—Then Lace used a tone of command that she had rarely had to use. --Megan Agatha Davison, snap out of this right now. You will not give in to this. If you do I'll make sure that you don't leave this Morgue, except inside a body bag.— Lace uttered in a tone of deathly calm.

That was all it took to snap Megan back into control. All at once the images settled, more controlled, anything that was overwhelming her was pushed away. The only impressions Megan was getting other than there being more than one killer, was just a cold dark room, hard floors and the feeling of a prolonged adrenaline rush. Megan brought herself out of the vision with a quick glance around to see if anyone noticed her inner battle. With the exception Ellison and Sandburg coming down the hall, and the fact that Blair was looking straight into her eyes, no one noticed.

"Dr. Oliver, were there any tissue samples under the fingernails?" Megan asked following the path that her insight gave her. Anxious to avoid any questions the two men coming her way would have.

"Yes, Agent Davison, we haven't heard from the lab yet, we should in the next couple of days."

"What about samples from the other victims?" Megan inquired.

"The first three victims' hands and nails were cleaned with an ordinary soap that you can get at any corner store. This is the first one to have the evidence." Marc replied. Then turning to the men entering the morgue, "Hey Ellison. How are you doing?"

"Fine Marc. So Davison, what do you have so far?" Jim asked.

"I really would like to wait until the data from the lab comes in, but I'll tell you this much. We'll be hearing from them again, and soon." Megan replied darkly. "Thank you for getting the info, Blair. We need to get back upstairs," Megan said with a little grin playing at her lips, "unless you know of an office down here I could have."

"What, Megan, an office down here, near the morgue, no offense Marc." Blair said with a little disbelief.

"None taken, sorry Agent Davison but there is no office space here. Nice to know someone isn't afraid to work near us. Well, I have to get back to work. I hope you're wrong about there being another body soon, but if not see you later." Marc said before returning to the other end of the Morgue.

"Why, Davison, would you want office space down here?" Jim said, wondering if she was that comfortable around dead bodies she wasn't hanging around Blair anymore. Blair didn't need any help attracting trouble. His Guide excelled at it. Just as well this psycho targeted women, otherwise he'd wear himself trying to protect Blair from becoming the next victim.