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Benefit for Young Artists,
Grand Plaza, 103th Street,
Los Angeles, 19:00P.M

Agent Ben Sanders spots Susan from across the room, he sucks his breath in.
She looks...
"Ben?" Sanders turns to the young as ever James Westmore, he smiles and shakes his hand.
"You are looking good Mr. Westmore." Ben comments and James nods a thank you.
"Are you here for Susie?" He asks of his daughter, Ben nods and James grins. He always liked Ben and never understood why they broke up.
"Well she's waitng." He hits him lightly on the shoulder and Ben just ignores it. He makes his way towards Susan.
"Hey." He says. Susan is in a plain black dress and her hair is loosly tied up in a pony tail, just the way he likes it.
"Hello, I was looking for you." She says spreading her hands.
"I was talking to your dad. He seems good."
"Yeah after his last battle with cancer I wasn't sure if... if it would turn out ok but he seems as strong as ever." Susan comments, Ben is about to reply when somebody says his name. He turns to find a very tall blond headed woman smiling at him. It takes him a while to remember her.
"Kathy?"

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I know it's a short update up I don't have any time for more today. :-) see ya next time.

Here's the next part, enjoy!

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Apartment 201,
40th Street, Los Angeles,
3:38A.M

Ben knocks on the door about five times before giving up. She must be in there somewhere.
She's probably painting or something.
When they were together Ben would love to sit on her couch and just... watch as she painted, she went into this world where nothing could touch her, where she is safe.
That makes him happy.
Ben deicdes to ring her phone, if that didn't get her out of her trance nothing would. The phone rings several times before she finally answers.
"Susan."
"Hey it's me, Ben." He says.
"Oh? How are you?"
"I've been knocking at your door for about ten minutes Sue, do ya think you could let me in?" He asks, he can almost hear her smile on the other end of the line.
"Sure, coming now." She says, they hang up and Susan finally opens the door. She smiles letting him inside.
"So what can I do for you?" She asks. Ben gives her a casefile. Her eyes are as blue as ever, they often remind him of the ocean. Her black curly hair bounces prefectly on her shoulders, Ben blinks a couple of times.
"Ah, Tommy Hammond, he's known as the L.A. rapist. Skipped parole a few months back, now there's been another rape and killing with his M.O." Ben says sitting down on her couch, he knows she won't mind.
"So you want me to draw him?" She asks with a frown.
"He might have changed his appearance, and my beat he has since he has been able to avoid us for three months." He says opening his hands.
"Ok, so who's the vic?" She asks now taking a seat next to him. That's when Ben notices the canvas in the corner of the lounge, he grins.
"Elizabeth Kellerman. Twenty nine, med student turned law student. Raped on the way home from a party. Our guy usually picks them up when it's dark, it's what took us so long to catch him." He says. He studied the file on the way to her apartment. Susan nods skipping through the files, she frowns turning to him.
"What's the time?" Ben grins again, typical.
"Twenty to four... in the morning." Susan curses under her breath standing up.
"I have to take dad to the bowling alley at six, he's having a early game with Jonny."
"That's alright, we can do it later." Ben says not realizing what the problem is.
"I have to get ready, ah, thanks for the file I'll come to the office at about ten." She says motioning towards the door. Ben frowns as he stands, Susan looks fine to him.
But then he was always a sucker for the messy type.
Her hair is unruly yet prefect half tied up and yet half on her shoulders, blobs of paint sit on her cheek and on her overalls.
Ben gets shoved out the door, he turns back to say something more to her but the door is already shut on his face.

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James Westmore, seventy eight going on one hundred awaits his daughter's arrival on the driveway. Finally she drives up and he knows straight away that she has been painting again.
"Don't tell me you did a all nighter again Susie." James says not impressed.
"Well I had to get it finished for the benefit dad..." She argues and James sighs rolling his eyes.
"Susie you really have to learn how to control this, you're going to burn the candle at both ends." He says waving his finger around, Susan throws his bag in the back and they hop into her car.
"It's fine dad."
"I just don't get you, ever since you're mother died, you have been like this." Susan closes her eyes for a brief moment.
Her mother died three years ago of lung cancer, her bad habit of smoking finally caught up with her. In her last week Susan was so overcome with grief the only thing she could do to release it was go to her room and paint. James although pleased that she had a distraction for that horrible last week he still doesn't understand why she does it now. James just sighs and changes the subject.
"So are you going to finish it up today?"
"Well this morning I have to do some work for the FBI and then I'll finish it up tonight, do you want me to pick you up for the benefit?" She asks and he nods. The benefit was for young people asspiring to be artists, several of her works are going to be shown.
"I'll see you at seven then?" Susan asks as he gets out of the car. He nods.
"See you then."

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Tommy Hammond lurks in the shadows as he watches the small blonded woman go about her daily routines. Hammond licks his lips and then smiles.
Beat she doesn't know what one hell of a ride she is going to be in for tonight.
He then turns to his back pack and grabs his camera, he takes some pictures of the woman.
Yup, he was definately going to paint the town red tonight, or just his apartment.

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She closes her eyes letting her hand drift across the paper.
"Tell me more." She says quietly to Elizabeth Kellerman.
"His eyes... were dark... as dark as his soul..." Susan nods, she lets her hadn roam free attempting to draw her thoughts, attempting to connect with the man who burtalized this woman.
"His chin was... rough..." She adds.
"Good..." Susan replies lightly.
Her eyes snap open.
She is done. She looks into the smaller woman's eyes.
"Thank you, this will do a lot of good." She says and the woman smiles.
"Good."
Susan leaves the interrigation room and finds Ben standing in the viewing room. She is still amazed at how green his eyes are, they remind her of wild grass swaying in the wind.
"He's definately changed his appearance but then a smart guy like him... he must be wearing contacts, his normal eye colour is bright blue." Ben says staring at the piece of paper in his hand, Susan frowns.
"Could be subjects mistake. She was scared, this man is probably the demon she never thought she would have to face." She replies and Ben nods.
"I still put it out as contacts, we don't want him slipping through our fingers anyway." Susan nods and then she remembers. The benefit, and she needs a date.
"Oh ah Ben are you doing anything tonight?" She asks out of the blue.
"Just work."
"I, I ah have this benefit on tonight for young artists, my works are going to be shown... I need someone to tag along. I have dad but he's bringing another woman, his date." Susan says leaving it to him to get what she is saying.
"Oh yeah, a date?"
"A favour." Susan replies and Ben merely smiles.
"Alright, what time?" He asks.
"Seven on the dot."

That little piece before was just an appitiser, this is the beginning of the story.

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Chapter One

'And So It Begins'

Apartment 201,
40th Street, Los Angeles,
02:05A.M

Susan Westmore moves swiftly from room to room not bothering to clean up her mess as she goes. She is after one thing and one thing only.
Being an artist her paint brush and pencil are her life line, she lives and breathes them.
She is in one of those moods. The type of moods that her father calls prisons because she lets her mind wonder into a arena where anything is possible.
Where she sees her works.
Then she translates them on to paper. Or canvas, whichever material she feels worthy to hear her message at the time.
Susan Westmore stands at six foot one, a tall woman, who just turned thirty two yesterday and as the world at her feet, or so her father James Westmore tells her. She is a well sought after artist in the western world and at day she goes about painting for gallery's, her normal job.
At night she is a Forensic Artist for the FBI where she draws anything from dead people who cannot be identified by their remains or suspects who can be identified by the victims.
Her father hates her nighttime job, he says it will destory her oneday but she tells him if she can make a differance in the world before that day come then she will be happy.
So Susan shuts her eyes and lets her mind wonder with her hand lightly resting on the canvas in front of her, then her eyes snap open and her hand moves swiftly across the paper with a mind of it's own.

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Special Agent Ben Sanders crosses the corridor with cool determination. He has been called into FBI Director Devlan's office at two thirty in the morning, so he isn't that happy. He shakes his hand and sits down in front of him.
"What can I do for you sir?" His voice is low.
"He's back." Devlan merely says and Sanders frowns.
"Who's back?"
"The one that got away. Hammond was released on parole three months ago, he skipped, nobody could find him and then this..." Devlan tosses a folder onto the table in front of him. Sanders opens the first page and closes his eyes.
"He has raped one woman, Elizabeth Kellerman, best beat to get a I.D. He raped and killed another, her name is Julie Daniels." Ben shakes his head letting out a sigh.
This guy escaped him once, he won't let it happen again.
"I'll get on it straight away."
"Oh and Sanders?" Devlan says as Ben makes his way towards the door.
"Yeah?"
"Get Westmore on the Kellerman angle, she's our best beat if Hammond has changed his appearance since skipping parole." Ben nods and smiles.
Susan Westmore, one of the highest sought after Forensic Artists in the world and the best at what she does.
Ben had a affair with her about nine years ago, they had both been young and both deicded it was probably better to go their own ways.
Little did they know they would be working together eight years later.

Here's a little piece of an original fic, since I cannot find any place on the net that you can post original fics. It's about a fornesic artist drawing a pic of a criminal while the victim is telling her about him. The artists name is Susan Westmore.

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She closes her eyes, she can almost smell him.
She being an artist connects with both the victim and criminal in a way no other cop or shrink can. She can see them, she can hear their thoughts, it's the only way she can draw them.
She needs to feel them.
"What else?" Her voice is light, barely heavy enough for the victim to hear.
"Rough skin... it felt like... sand paper..."
Many people tell her she is not like any normal artist they have, as she works with the feds, they tell her when she is drawing it's almost like she is reaching out to the criminal and seeing what they see, feeling what they feel.
Suddenly her eyes open.
She knows it's finished. She looks down at the piece of paper in front of her lifting her hands up and away from it. She then lifts her eyes to the victim in front of her, she tries to smile for her.
"This will help greatly, thank you." Susan Westmore lifts herself up from the chair and opens the door to the interigation room. Agent Ben Sanders awaits her in the viewing room. He stands at six, more a little more, foot tall, he has rusty coloured hair and bright green eyes. Something that first attracted her to him all those years ago.
Being a artist she takes in everything.
"Thanks Susan, do you need a ride home?" He asks and she shakes her head.
"I, I will take a taxi but thanks anyway. Let me know how this turns out."
"I will." He replies with a smile.

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I will update some more later on. This story will be called 'The Devil Within.' I will put in a summary of it with the next chapter.

check out my enteries, i am writing a original fic in there at the moment called 'The Devil Within.'
It's about a fornesic artist name Susan Westmore. Here's a little summary:

When a series of rapes turn deadly Susan Westmore is called in to draw the faces that the victims would rather forget.
Because that's what she does best.
With an old lover at her side they track down one of the worst serial offenders in history.

if you want to check out my fan fics, go to www.fanfiction.net, i use the name thewomanwhosoldtheworld there.