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For once Lindsay wasn't working on Stark Industry security issues. Today she was working a case.

The call from Jacobi had come in early in the morning and for a brief few seconds, Lindsay thought she was back in San Francisco again when she heard that grizzled voice. It wasn't often that Warren admitted that he needed help but apparently Tom and him were getting a lot of heat on the case.

"Three brides," Warren's voice echoed through the speakerphone. "And their grooms. All killed in different locations and different means. First one was in the bridal suite. Second one was in limo provided by their hotel. Third one was right at the damn reception in the bathroom. Outside of them getting married? Not one damn connection between the cases. No DNA. Nothing."

Lindsay had the pictures of the murder scenes up on some of the larger monitors. Her arms were crossed as she stared at the grotesque scenes in front of her. "Do I want to know why the bride and groom were in the same bathroom?" she asked as she leaned into look at one photo in particular.

"Judging from the scene? They were caught by surprise. I'd say they were too impatient to get back to the hotel room."

Lindsay gave a small snort of amusement and then focused in on one of the other crime scene photo... and there it was.

Nah. Couldn't be that easy.

"Warren? Where are their wedding rings?"

"... What?"

"None of them are wearing their wedding rings."

There was a lot of swearing at the other end of the line as papers were shuffled about. "Fuck me."

"Yeah," Lindsay replied. "That would be your connection."

"Not just that," Warren said with another string of curses. "We grabbed all their financials and receipts from the weddings looking for a connection. All the rings were purchased in the same damn place."

"Sounds like you got a-"

"Gotta go Linz."

Lindsay smirked a little as she heard the click and the dial tone. Well at least one good thing had come out of this. Hopefully.

She left the photos up on the monitors and started going through them again staring at the images trying to look at every square inch of the photos.

She was going to be at this for quite a while.

Stark's was open. Be wary of the girl looking at crime scene photos.

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Ronon really didn't feel like sitting in an office all day pretending he had things to do.

Though he had no trouble wandering in and leaning against the desk in someone else's office. Somehow it worked for him. "What're those?"

Lindsay was so engrossed in the photos she didn't even notice Ronon walking in. She turned and gave him a sheepish look.

"Crime scene photos. My old partner needed an extra set of eyes," she said in a sheepish kind of tone. She wasn't sure why she felt that way. "I didn't think Stark would mind a bit of moonlighting."

"Not like there's tons of stuff happening here today," Ronon shrugged. "Anything interesting?" Yes, boredom oozed off him today. He had no idea why he was interested in pictures of a crime.

"Looks like a serial killer," Lindsay said turning back to the photos. Her voice turned a little monotone as she started listing off the facts. "Targeting newlyweds. He's been taking wedding rings as trophies. Each couple was killed in a different manner. First couple was stabbed multiple times. Second one was staged as a murder-suicide but the forensics didn't match up. Third one was done at the wedding reception with a silencer."

She looked over her shoulder and gave him a grim smile.

"If you call that interesting."

That sounded completely messed up and his face might've betrayed what he thought of this serial killer guy. "You catch 'em, I'll shoot 'em," Ronon offered since he was a failure with paperwork.

Lindsay broke into a grin. "You think so?" she joked. "Sounds like a TV show. He's an alien. She's a cop. Together they fight crime."

"It'd be a good show," Ronon agreed, grinning. "'Specially if I get to shoot the bad guys."

Lindsay laughed as she turned back to look at the screen again. "But you'd only get to pretend to shoot people," Linz pointed out. "That wouldn't be nearly as fun. Though I bet someone would set up a website detailing all the items you've hidden in your hair."

"Just weapons," he replied, as if that made it all better. "Besides, it came in handy a lot in prisons." So many prisons.

Lindsay raised an eye at that. "Those would be the alien hand-sucker prisons, right?"

"Among others," he nodded. "People really liked capturing my team, but we always escaped."

"Must be nice to have some swiss-army hair around for any imprisonment situation," Lindsay replied as she used the monitor to focus in on photo in particular. "I bet it made breaking out a breeze."

"Nah, but it helped," he said, remembering how different that lifestyle was to this one. "We had a geek on the team who did all the computer stuff while I shot things, and Teyla negotiated." He still wasn't sure what Sheppard's role was.

"Sounds like all you needed was a ~~meta for~~ Bosley and Charlie and you three would have been some ~~meta for Angels," Lindsay said looking at a tuxedo jacket left at the murder scene.~~

Stark Industries: Thursday

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