"Chresanto...just hear me out." Holmes spoke.

He fell silent for a moment and then squinted his eyes at the woman that stood in front of him. Why was she here?

What made her come...to him? Of all people?

He remained silent, awaiting her speech. When was she going to tell him what she wanted....why she was here?

"I need help." She admitted, shoving her hands into her pockets after she dropped a Manila folder onto his desk. "I need your help."

He tilted his head and chuckled softly, looking down at the file she had placed in front of him. "And this?" He asked her. "What is it?"

She blew out a frustrated breath of air and stared at the man seated in front of her. "A serial killer...The Leo."

His eyebrows rose and he opened the file. "The Leo?" He asked, his eyes scanning the page.

She nodded in response, and upon realizing that he couldn't see it with his gaze lowered, she verbally responded. "Yes."

"That's a stupid name. Who came up with that?" He asked with a slight laugh.

"Uhh...well, he did." She replied.

"You let the murderer name himself?" He glanced up at her and let his eyes fall back to the first page of the file as he shook his head. "Okay...so what do you need me for?"

Officer Holmes shifted her stance, resting her weight on one leg and putting her hands on her hips. "We can't figure him out. We can't stop him. We never know where he's going to be next. He's killed seven so far."

August cast another glance at the woman standing before him.

"And?" He asked, only one eyebrow raising as the word left his mouth.

"AND..." Holmes continued the statement, growing a little frustrated with the man's unwillingness to cooperate. "Help us."

The man laughed. "Help you?" He asked, his thumb and index finger flipping to the next page of the file. "How exactly?"

"I don't know August. You used to be on the force. Why are you acting like you've never helped before?" She groaned out.

He flipped to the next page. "Okay...so let's say I help you...what's in it for me?"

She shrugged. "Anything you want." She told him. It was a lie. "Captain says so. He'll write you a voucher. You're entitled to anything you want. Like a...get out of jail free card in Monopoly or some shit. Just...help us please."

He flipped to the next page and examined the page in silence for a few minutes.

Officer Holmes shifted in her spot, waiting for his next words. She expected him to jump at the opportunity to get back on the force after what had happened, but instead, he just quietly flipped to another page of the file and examined it in silence as well.

"So?" She called out to him.

He raised his gaze and stroked his slight beard as he stared at her.

"Did you ever think...maybe I can't solve everything?" He asked her.

He shut the file, pushing it toward her. "Especially since I no longer have a badge...courtesy of Captain Asshole."

"Captain says you can have your badge back if you want it. He just wants you to at least come out and have a look at the scene. He wants you to try." She continued to lie.

August sighed and watched as she pushed the file back toward him.

"Please August."

His eyes rested on the cover of the file tagged "The Leo."

Yet, he didn't speak. He wanted to tell her no. He wanted to tell her to tell the Captain to take the file back and shove it so far up his ass he'd be coughing out inky typewritten letters, but yet, he remained silent as he gathered his thoughts.

"I thought for sure you'd jump at the chance to get your badge back." Holmes commented in a disappointed fashion.

"Not when that Asshole took it away the way that he did." He replied.

"August...you risked the entire investigation." She reminded him.

"And we caught the guy." He snapped back.

"It's not about whether we caught him or not." She sighed. "It's about order in the precinct."

"You're not exactly encouraging me to help you right now." He informed her, pushing the file back in her direction.

"Chresanto.." she started.

"Angela, don't." He warned.

She flashed him a sad smile. "Chresanto. I know you got yourself kicked off on purpose."

"Why would I do that?" He asked her curiously. He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms, kicking a foot up on his desk. His other foot was quick to join it while he waited for her to answer him.

"Chresanto, stop playing." She nearly whined.

"I thought you liked games." He retorted. "All you seemed to do was play them three years ago."

She rolled her eyes. And then Chresanto added. "He sent the wrong person. He should've sent someone I could trust. Take your file and get out."

Angela stared at him in disbelief. "You're still holding that grudge?" She asked after a silent moment of a staring contest in which Chresanto's expression never wavered. "It was THREE YEARS AGO CHRESANTO!"

This was what made Chresanto stand from his seat. "Lower your voice." He told her rather quietly. "This is my office, remember that."

His hands were placed on his desk and he leaned over it, his face mere inches from hers. "Don't come in here and tell me how long I should or shouldn't be holding grudges. Get your file and get out."

He picked the file up this time, pushing it into her hands. "You're the one that lied to me, remember? You're the one that played games."

His words were quiet and void of emotion as Officer Holmes stared back at him.

"You used to be the Captain's favorite." She mumbled.

Chresanto rolled his eyes dramatically. "And I still got my badge taken away...in front of the whole precinct."

"Chresanto...she could've died if things didn't work out the way you wanted them to. What if he'd caught you. You could've died." Holmes tried to explain.

"But I didn't. And neither did she." He retorted. "And I come back from risking my life to save his daughter....and that asshole fires me."

"You have to understand how he would've felt if she had died though." Holmes spoke quietly.

"You don't think I considered that? That's why I went after her! He was going to kill her if I hadn't gone in!" His voice was beginning to raise slightly. "Just take the damn file and get out."

Holmes stared at the man and sighed softly.

"I'm sorry." She mumbled.

His ears perked up and he narrowed his eyes at her. "You're what?"

"I'm sorry." She repeated a little louder this time.

Chresanto continued to stare at her for a little while, finally slowly leaning back into his seat and motioning to his door. "Get out."

Holmes stared at him in disbelief. "Chresanto.."

"Get out, Angela." He repeated, a little louder this time.

"Chresanto...I never meant to hurt you." She spoke softly.

His gaze had fallen to his desk and he chuckled softly. "But you did. And my dumbass allowed it to happen. I should've never..." He trailed his sentence off, sighing instead of finishing the thought. "Just get out."

"Chresanto...we need your help. More innocent women could die." Holmes began to beg. "Please."

He raised his gaze once more and picked up his pen to finish writing. "Get out. And tell Captain Asshole to suck a dick."

Holmes let out a huff and set the file down on his desk, making his pen still in his hand once more. "Look at the file and tell me what you see."

He glanced up at her, and down at the file once more. "Get out of my office. And take the file with you."

In a defeated manner, Holmes reclaimed her file and turned away from him to head for the door. In the process of picking the file up, a photo slipped from it onto Augusts' desk.

His eyes fell to the chocolate colored girl pictured, the first victim...Amanda Hendricks.

Holmes turned to reclaim the photo when a hand stopped hers, picking the photo up to look at it.

"They all end up like this?" August asked quietly.

Holmes nodded. "Yes. All seven so far."

August glanced up at her and then back down at the photo. "What's in her hand?"

Holmes opened the file and pulled a slip of paper out. It was a copy of the note she had found in Amanda's hand.

"I'm merely just starting to have fun.
Trust me, I'm not done.
Before the end, there shall be 1 and 4

He brought his hands together, resting his elbows on his desk as he allowed his gaze to fall to the photo and the paper.

He was contemplating whether or not to help. Finally, he picked the two things up and handed them back to Angela.

"You can leave now."

"You're telling me that you don't feel like you should at least try?" Holmes asked, slightly angry.

"I don't owe you anything Angela. Let's remember that." He replied. "The serial killer...he's playing games with you. You should know that better than anybody. You're an expert at playing games. So have fun."

"Chresanto, I said I was sorry." She spoke quietly. "I've apologized over and over again. What do you want me to do?"

"Nothing." He replied as he began to write again.

Angela sighed. "Santo I..."

"Ang...stop." He looked up at her with his pen pressed against his paper once more. "Stop giving out these sorry ass apologies. Stop trying to make up for it...just stop." He watched as her face fell into a frown. "You can't make up for it. I want to marry you, Angie...and you played games." He opened the top drawer of his desk and pulled out a small velvet box, opening it to show her a beautiful ring. "I had already bought the ring." He spoke. "And I didn't mean anything to you...nothing but sex, huh? I wanted a wife...and you wanted an orgasm."

"Santo...It wasn't like that." She mumbled, another lie.

"Bullshit. Angie you and I both know that's a lie." He shut the box and carefully returned it to its spot in the drawer, shutting the drawer. "I'm going to ask you one more time. Get the hell out of my office."

Without another word, Holmes turned and headed for the door. She slowed her steps as she reached for the handle, and then dropped her hand completely.

Turning to face him again, she rushed over, making him look up. Before he could process what was happening next, her lips were pressed onto his and she was sitting on his desk with him standing between her legs.