Missy stared down into her drink, as if the answer to the case was lying in the bottom of her beer glass. Eric's words kept swirling around in her head, getting more aggressive with each sip she'd take. Of course. More victims. Why hadn't she thought of that? It was like he'd opened up a door inside of her mind; a big fucking golden decorated door of revelation. Even if there<b>was</b>the chance that this was Marconi's doing, Missy could only think about the possibility that there were more victims and that they were dealing with a cold and calculated serial killer. Hidden away somewhere in the midst of society. He was maybe done killing a lot more young women, while laughing at the incompetency of the cops. The female's grip on her glass tightened at the very thought.<i>God damn it all.</i><br/><br/>Perhaps his first victims had ended up in the huge pile of 'unsolved cases' throughout the years. Perhaps they'd never even been found. Nobodies that got missing, some unfortunate souls that were invisible in society, nobody to identify or claim them. If this was indeed a serial killer they were dealing with, he had to have started somewhere. And there was no way in hell that his first one or two victims would be as clean and neatly placed away as those corpses the cops had found so far. It was infuriating that she hadn't thought of this possibility before, but it only served to remind her why she loved talking to her partner and bouncing ideas off of him. Eric always managed to help her start up brain-cells that were previously not being used.<br/><br/>Over the first beer, they'd casually thrown ideas between themselves. Trying to profile the killer, guessing his age and ethnicity. Seeing how the victims had been raped, it was sort of given that this was a male, but he could always have a partner. Which was not so likely, since most serial killers liked to work alone. After the third beer, Missy was groaning out about having to now go over all unsolved murder files. It'd take her<b>weeks</b>. Months! But instead of allowing her to stay stuck in her own personal pity party, Brannigan had bought her a shot. And after she'd thrown that back, her inner fire was kindled again. It didn't matter if she would have to go over those old files, as long as she'd catch that damn killer. Seeing how her mind could sometimes be a bit of a 'one way street' - the young female was convinced that Eric had been right about his theory of there being more bodies.<br/><br/>When he claimed he needed to go to the bathroom, the female nodded absentmindedly. Not one minute after he'd gotten from his spot, a cologne and whiskey smelling man took the vacant seat next to Missy and smiled broadly at her. Rolling her eyes, she raised her hand to order another round from the bartender, when a commotion behind her caused the female to whip around and stare as her partner beat down a rather large guy. Or rather, brutally kicked him in the family jewels.<i>What the- </i>She was already out of her seat and heading their way when two of the man's friends jumped at Brannigan. They were both much drunker than she and Eric combined, so the brunette had little worries about how that would play out. Her partner had always been very deft when it came to situations such as these or when they needed to efficiently take down a criminal on the run. But when the third guy, that looked much sober than the others, grabbed a glass bottle before heading his way to the fight as well - Missy had just about had enough.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9999ff">"Hey, asshole, that's not the greatest idea of your lifetime." </span><br/><br/>The lanky guy with the shaggy hair raised his eyebrows as the petite looking brunette stepped in his way and glared up at him. A row of extremely brown and yellow looking teeth were revealed when he grinned at her in amusement.<br/><br/><b>"Listen, sweet cheeks, get out of my- YEOUCH!" </b><br/><br/>The bottle fell clattering to the floor as Missy grabbed at his wrist and effortlessly twisted his arm behind his back while kicking him in the leg so he fell down on his knees on the floor in front of her. Perhaps most (if not all) the men in there had not expected this cute little thing to take care of matters in such a manner, and the surprise along with them seeing how expertly Brannigan was kicking ass, was stopping the rest to enter the fight. At least for now.<br/><br/>Tightening her hold on his arm while leaning just a little forward, she caused a symphony of pained cries to erupt from the guy before Missy turned her attention to her partner. They would definitely need to get the heck out of here before anyone would be stupid enough to alert the authorities. Missy could just imagine how extremely embarrassing it'd get if someone they'd known from work would show up and see them in the midst of this chaos. And seeing what kind of a dump this bar was, flashing their shields in an attempt at calming the crowd down, would probably only be like pouring gasoline onto a flame. Already, some other guys were seemingly starting to get worked up to join in on the 'fun'. So she cleared her throat loudly to catch Eric's attention.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9999ff">"Are you just about done? I'd rather not have to spend the night in a cell. It'd be a liiiittle bit humiliating. We should get out of here right now."</span>