<div class="floatleft">(http://www3.pictures.gi.zimbio.com/Milan+Fashion+Week+Gianni+Versace+3XyuGGbj2i7l.jpg)</div>Water cascaded down Ashton's back as she tried to relax, to wake up after nearly 45 hours awake. She couldn't sleep, not yet she was so close. She could feel it in her blood, the gentle humming that told her she was a hairs breath from getting a break. She'd flown into the quiet small town with a team to work on a string of missing persons that looked like the effect of a murder at work. She wasn't leading the team but if anyone asked she was the one the locals turned to. It was always like that. It was because she was relentless. She didn't stop until the job was done and the criminal in custody. There were only two unsolved cases on her desk and one she'd taken on as a hobby when her mentor had retired.<br/><br/>The water started to cool and she sighed not wanting to leave the comfort of then shower the brief moment of peace and seclusion it gave her. It didn't matter she was showering at the station, that she hadn't yet seen the model room she was supposed to being staying in or that she was so tired if felt like she'd need to mainline pure caffeine to keep her going she knew she'd get no rest until this was over. She lay down and dream of the faces of the vics and wake up with the murders guilt covering her for not having saved them, for possibly handing the killer another life because she'd taken time to sleep instead of working.<br/><br/>She turned off the water and stepped out of the shower into the closet sized room and grabbed the one towel scrubbing her hair before tying it back in a tight bun then drying her body with quick efficient movements before dressing once more in slacks and a white open throat blouse and a smart blazer. She put on her heels and took a moment to put on the lightest amount of make up, a little powder to hide the bags under her eyes, a touch of eye liner and mascara, and chap stick to hide how ragged her lips were from chewing on them when thinking or stressed. She spent a moment, a breath of time looking in the mirror looking at the tired woman with a hardness in her eyes that looked like her but wasn't her.<br/><br/>Annoyed with her own thoughts Ashton pushed out of the bath room carrying her over night bag causing a couple of people to give her odd looks but she ignored them putting the bag beneath her desk she sat down once more looking at the picture of the pretty blond that had been taken three days ago. Amanda Nelson. That was her name, that was who this person a white male between the ages of twenty five and and thirty five had taken. She rubbed her eyes and again looked at the time line. She'd been grabbed during a time when no one could account for her. She had several hours during each of her days that she had no obligations and floated anywhere from her home to a coffee shop across town depending on her mood. The girl was erratic making her harder then hell to track. "Any word on where the vic was between 1 and 4 pm?" Ashton asked one of the deputies that she'd told to make some phone calls while she'd taken a moment to shower.<br/><br/>"Yeah boss" Some one across the room called standing up a cute kid about her age but wet behind the ears obviously just starting out. He held a post it note in hand waving it slightly as he crossed the room looking both eager and pleased to be of use. "Got a call about five minutes ago from patrol. someone was driving by those old railways way out in the middle of no where and said they heard some ungodly noises." Ashton gave him a puzzled look, "Ooook," She said drawing out the word as she took the post it not and gave him a hard look, "would you like to explain how this has anything to do with my missing vic?" She asked her tone implying he was giving her something useless. He withered under her hard look. "I just though it sounded odd and you said...never mind." he mumbled slinking away and she tossed the note onto her cluttered desk.<br/><br/>"Anyone have anything of<em>interest</em>for me?" She asked her tone sharp. "No nothing since her car turning up about two hours ago in the library parking lot." The chief said coming in looking ruffled and annoyed at her for abusing his staff. "I want those tapes." she said her tone firm. "We're working on it." he said just as dryly. She glared at him knowing he was annoyed with her, enough so to call her boss. "I'm going down to trace and forensics. If anything,<em>anything</em>new develops I want you to page me the second it happens." She said turning to sweep her gaze over the entire room noting the subtle nods of agreement before she left the room to the sound of angry heel clicks.