A/N My second attempt at a story. This takes place from the killers pov.

I look outside my window at the busy traffic zooming along, however my

mind is other places. I still think of my last victim. She screamed so much , but I

wasn't worried about the neighbors hearing. Having a soundproof basement is a

big benefit. She was so innocent I almost spared her, almost. The sound of her

pained screams and endless pleading for her life was music to my ears. I watched

her take her dying breath. I was sad to see her go but she was no fun anymore.

It's time to let them go when they stop fighting and give in. Although I'll never

forget the thrill of the kill, I will have to remove those bloodstains. I guess it's time

I cleaned my knife, I'll need it soon. I grab a garbage bag and place her inside. I'll

dispose of her in the river when it gets dark. She didn't matter anyway, she was

merely practice. After all I have to have my technique down when I go after the

true object of my desire, a certain CSI.

A/N PLEASE, PLAEASE, PLEASE REVIEW. I WOULD LOVE HELP ON THIS. I AM NOT THE MOST CONFIDENT WRITER AND WILL GLADLY WELCOME ALL IDEAS AND CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM.