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The black SUVs pull up into the parking lot of the Beacon Hills Police Department and the FBI Profile Team climbs out of the vehicles. They are joined by a special agent who will be serving as their liaison with the local police and he will coordinate things here while they get a handle on the Blake situation. They have already established that the identity is a fake, but they will find the woman. Thirteen confirmed dead and another five strongly likely deaths has brought a great deal of attention to the case.

"I still don't get why you are planning to set up here" Agent Jones says to their liaison. "Once she was exposed, the likelihood of her staying in the area is fairly low. She is probably running so we won't be here for very long."

"Perhaps" the agent replies. "But Beacon Hills has a reputation of being a strange place and it wouldn't surprise me to discover that a serial killer is just the tip of the iceberg. There may be a lot more going on here than we know and this will be the chance to fully investigate everything. The police are not exactly the best here" he adds disdainfully.

Jones raises her eyes at that. "Seems the Sheriff did okay. Despite being tasered and tied up, he managed to get free and rescue to civilians and he even identified not one, but two suspects" Jones reminds him.

The agent frowns at Jones. "He also got caught and got his deputy killed" he tells her and sees the woman tense up.

"You are blaming him for that? The guy is the sheriff to a small town, he isn't an avenger. Two serial killers who have evaded others for some time are not what most cops are trained to deal with" she reminds him as they enter the station. The deputies still there look up and the Agents see that all of them look exhausted.

"Is the Sheriff here?" Jones asks the Deputy, Parrish his nametag says.

"No, the Sheriff went home finally to get some rest and to check on his family" the deputy tells her. She sees the advance team and signals her group to join them.

"So he isn't actually working?" the Agent asks the deputy in a condescending tone.

Jordan Parrish does not like this guy. He is too slick and he has seen the type too often. "The Sheriff has been working double shifts for the last week, barely getting eight hours off a day and was coming off a double when he was attacked. Yet he still managed to free himself, Melissa McCall, and Chris Argent from being killed before spending several hours with your people trying to find those two before he headed out to sleep, shower, and eat like a human being" Jordan says looking at the agent with scorn. "You have a problem with that?" he demands.

Jones sees that if she doesn't do something fast this is going to get bad. She knows that some police do not like it when the feds come in, especially when they are feeling looked down on. Her liaison is going to make things worse, not better. "Absolutely not" Jones starts but the Agent cuts her off.

"Why don't you show us the files on the killings?" he demands and Jordan laughs at him.

"Maybe you should ask your people since they currently have them. But I guess you are not very informed about what your people are doing" he turns his back on the man and walks away just as Tara walks in and freezes when she spots him.

"You!" she snarls.

"Deputy Graeme, so nice to see you again" the Agent smiles at the deputy.

"Sorry I can't say the same Agent McCall" she replies.

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Stepping into her house, she looked at the boxes and crates in surprise. The whole room was packed up and even the furniture was wrapped up in that familiar way that said that they were moving again. Sighing she set her bag down on a chair and walked further into the apartment. Moving around was just how far along things were, her mother's work seemed to always end up moving them every year or so, but usually she had more notice that it was going to happen. Going with Anna and her family to the beach this weekend was supposed to be relaxing and stress free. There had been no hint of a move when she left and normally they had weeks to prepare.

"Kira?" her mother's voice came from the other room and Kira looked up to see her mother walking towards her, a smile on her face that Kira recognized as the one she wore like a mask to hide her true feelings.

"We're moving again? When and where this time?" Kira asks sounding resigned but still allowing her irritation to show in her voice.

"An emergency has come up and we need to leave immediately. The movers will take our stuff, but we are leaving in two days. It will take us a while to get to California" she tells her.

"California?" Kira asks surprised. They had been in New York City for nearly eleven months and before that was Miami, then Chicago, a nearly two year stay in London, and many more places. But Kira had always gotten the impression that her mother didn't like California whenever the family discussed moving.

"Yes. Your father already has a teaching position at a school. It is a small town in the mountains. Beacon Hills."

Kira notices the tightening of her mother's eyes and the sudden stress in her hands and shoulders but there is also something that Kira might call fear if she could ever imagine her mother being afraid of anything. She just nods in understanding and her mother returns to her packing leaving Kira standing there confused. She goes into her room and pulls up her computer and Googles 'Beacon Hills' and reads. A half hour later she is completely confused. They have never lived in a place so small before and the fact that the town had only one high school meant that she will probably end up in her father's class. Sighing, she shuts it down and starts packing.