Thomas was brought stumbling back into reality when the folder fell upon his desk. He looked up to the right to see Kaily standing over him. 

"Mr. Green wants you to take a look at this, he needs a profile. He mentioned you might need to head to New York." Kaily said. Thomas smiled and nodded at her.

"Thank you, Ms. Hitchens." he said, turning back to his desk and plucking the folder open to gaze inside. The pictures he viewed were... Odd. They stirred feelings in Thomas' stomach that an untrained mind might consider to be uneasiness, but truthfully it was excitement. Thomas always felt strange in the fact that he enjoyed seeing this sort of thing, he definitely never let anybody know how he felt about it. If asked he'd simply say either "It's very unfortunate." or "I don't know how to feel about it." and eventually people stopped asking. He spread the pictures out on his desk side by side so that he could glance over all of them, then he slid a notepad and pen from the basket on the right side of his desk. Touching pen to paper he made note of the way the girl's body was contorted, then where in the room she had been placed. The blood on the bed and floor, the bedsheets surrounding her body. Only after he took note of what struck his eye did he pull out the case notes and read over them. He found, as usual, that all of the major details he noticed (and some he didn't) had been included as clues in the notes.

Thomas always separated the things that he saw himself with the things that he'd learned from the notes, he wrote them down in different sections to help him decipher the difference in what he saw as being important and the things he didn't pick up on. It was half a learning technique and half a deduction tool. He read over the notes three times, each time he'd find more things that would stick out to him and write them down in his own notepad.

[i]Cause of death: Snapped Neck

Footprint, size nine

Scalpel left at the scene

Reproductive organs removed

Spine broken

Mouth stuffed with uterus

Age: 16-17

[/i]

It had already begun to come together in his mind. Thomas pulled up a blank document on his computer and began to type vigorously.

[i]Post mortem... Power... Neurotic...[/i] were words that stuck out to him as he profiled the killer. Several hours passed before he'd come up with anything worth showing, and it wasn't as good as it could have been if Thomas had actually seen the crime scene for himself however what they've given him was enough to get started. He printed the document and slid it into the same folder as the case notes, then stood from his desk and began his trek through the office building. A few minutes later he found himself face to face with Kaily once more. He approached her desk and couldn't help but sniff.

"Ms. Hitchens, I'm surprised that your fragrance is still noticeable so long after it must have been applied. It's excellent, but that's not why I'm here I have this for Mr. Green. May I enter?" Thomas gave her a confident half smile.