Snapping the phone closed, rubbing her eyes, then sliding the sunglasses on, seeing the world in a techno colored hue of infrared vision.  Hating her DNA infused vision, hating that her condition sometimes made her an outsider in a world in insiders.  But with Bette, it had been different, it had been easy, and accepting.  No judgment about her color changing eyes, or her fangs getting in the way of a kiss, just the fact that someone wanted Bette for who she was, was good enough for Bette.  Jo sighed softly, calming her body.

            “Trouble with your man?” asked the detective with a tone that indicated that if she was having trouble with her ‘man’, he’d be willing to help take her mind of those troubles.  Jo grimaced at the images that popped into his head, making her shake her head.

            “Um, what’s your name again?” asked Jo with a smile as she opened the door, finding her footing instantly on the slippery paved drive of the precinct.

            “Gage Tyler,” he said in a sweet voice.

            “How about we get down to business?  I’m sure you’re libido can take a vacation for at least one afternoon.”

            With that said, Jo pushed open the door of the small building, and walked into the very small precinct house, greeted by a smiling Emma Scott, her FBI/BAU badge hung around her neck, wearing one of her mother’s designer suits, looking very lean and mean, and also extremely sexy.  Jo stomped the snow of her boots and got a quick hug from Emma and a very hot cup of coffee was already waiting for her, “How was the ride?”

            “Long, as was the flight, so is this really our boy?  From 18 years ago?” asked Jo, trying not to sound to enthusiastic about getting to work as Emma led her over to the unsub board, and Emma swept her hand in the direction of the board.

            “Certainly looks like it, doesn’t it?  But, 18 years of inactivity, is a long time,” admitted Emma.  “I can’t figure where he’s been, jail?  Or, if something changed 18 years ago, marriage, kids, something changed again, and he went back at it.  Unless we have a very accurate copycat, and there wasn’t DNA evidence like there is now, so, the basic DNA might very well be different now.