Love and Justice's
I'm Hungry !

FBI Interrogation Room Plaza Building Manhattan New York

Marisol came along with Nelson Blair because they were both previously working on a deal in one of the cases where Nelson's client was willing to accept punishment from the public prosecutor for his crimes.

Omar Zidane welcomed his future brother-in-law in front of the elevator with a tense face that left both prosecutors and lawyers staring at him in confusion.

"Which case is OZ?" asked Nelson as he walked together to the observation room.

"Serial killer (serial murder with black female victims)" Omar replied.

"What's in every borough of New York?" Marisol looked at the man of Egyptian blood.

"Yup. Precinct Queens caught him before he managed to get the 11th victim at Starbucks Queens."

"Put-hole?" Nelson knew the victims were mostly reported missing at night.

"Yup. One of the baristas at Starbucks recognized Unsub's face and called the police."

Everyone in the observation room turned their heads when they saw Marisol and Nelson coming. After greeting everyone, the two men from the prosecutor's office and the lawyer followed the interrogation.

"Blair's? Are you Travis Blair's son?" david Gideon approached Nelson.

"True Agent Gideon."

"Your Daddy is a cool guy. He helped the BAU several times even I had asked him to move to become a public prosecutor but he still chose to be a lawyer."

"No disrespect, agent Gideon, do you know what my family is like?" nelson's Smile.

"Touche." David Gideon nodded.

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Tiffany looked at Gregory Lawrence with a flat face. "Tell me what about the other victims ?"

Gregory Lawrence smoothly recounted how he killed the third victim because he felt less passionate about it.

"De*It just doesn't make me want to keep feeling it."

Everyone in the observation room could only hold their breath while Omar was at heart.

Aisyah Tyler then asked about the fourth victim and so on which all were answered casually by Gregory. Marisol had to hold Nelson's hand to strengthen her because she could not hear Gregory Lawrence's confession. And not a word asking for a lawyer.

According to expert profilers, if a serial killer tells everything without pause, it has several possibilities. First, he felt relieved to have shared the burden he had been carrying all this time because that way he got the stopping point to do it again.

Second, he seemed to boast of his work to the delusion that he managed to do everything long enough to get caught. There is a sense of pride and a fairly high level of confidence in the perpetrators of serial killers that they seem unstoppable.

Third, they lack empathy and sympathy in their brains and feelings. What was in his mind, everything that happened and what he did, it was natural to get the most basic satisfaction that is s3k5ual satisfaction. The average serial killer has a lot of trauma and dysfunction s3k5ual up to get******, they do that.

The Science of Serial Killer by Meg Hafdhal

"How did you decide to kill in a clockwise fashion in five New York boroughs?" ask Aisyah Tyler.

"Well, I want something different. Bundy, moving state, Ridgway always throws his victims on the green river, Rollin always kills in the ladies' dormitory. I want to do something different. Can't you guys solve? I seem to be less careful and meticulous in leaving a trace." Gregory Lawrence looked at the two women.

Tiffany wanted to take a bath under a shower of cold water to cool her brain and heart. He feels grateful to be a field agent and not as an agent of BAU who takes care of profiling unsub because he can follow to be crazy if too long with people with mental illness.

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Interrogation Observation Room

"How's Mari? Can they be prosecuted?" ask Agent Reid.

"could. His confession is clear. Read the demands and I will work soon" replied Marisol Braga firmly.

"What are your demands?" ask David Gideon.

Everyone there nodded in satisfaction because New York state still imposed the maximum penalty of death because most other states have abolished the sentence even though many protested let alone the victims of murder who wants lives paid for. Plus, it reduces the population of bad guys who commit its crimes that are often dilura by the fairies of humanity.

"We will make the report, Marisol" Pedro and Omar replied.

"Goodle. Captain, I thank all the members of the Precinct Queens who quickly caught the criminal" Marisol said as she greeted Queens.

"I'm happy because it's the result of the cooperation of all NYPD and the FBI who have been trying to track the whereabouts of the perpetrator."

Everyone shook hands and felt relieved that one of the perpetrators was caught in New York and wished there were no more serial killers.

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Three Days Later... Omar Zidane Apartment

Omar Zidane is enjoying his day off after dealing with a case that gave him a headache. The man chose to cook kofta and kebabs because today he wants to eat a lot of meat.

Based on a recipe from his mother, Omar began making rolls of beef made like burgers. Omar also makes pickles and rolled bread and sauces from sour yogurt. Omar also prepares rice if it is still less full.

Today Omar wants to spoil the gastronomy he has in order to enjoy his holiday event.

Gastronomy is the study of food and culture, with a particular focus on gourmet cuisine. Modern gastronomy has its roots in some French manuscripts published in the 1800s, but ideas related to food, science, society, and the arts have been around much longer.

The man in Egyptian blood prepared everything at the dinner table and seemed satisfied with the results of his cooking that had made him dwell in the kitchen for almost an hour.

The Kofta and Kebab of Egypt.

Omar releases the apron and coincides with the sound of his apartment bell ringing. The man threw his apron carelessly over the sofa and started peering out of the door hole and smiling to see who was coming.

Omar opened the door and saw a beautiful face that always made his mood improve.

"Hello Omar.." Nadya's smile. "Is my lunch ready?"

"Huh? What's?" Omar gurgling. "What lunch?"

"I know you're off and... Oh Omar. It smells so good... " Nadya went straight into Omar's neat apartment. "Darling, my stomach is hungry ! Let's eat!"

Omar chuckles at his girl's ngebossy style. "Oh Nadya." he said, closing the door.

The amused heard her girl was starving

"Omaadrr... Come eat... I've lapaaarrr" whined Nadya who was sitting sweetly on the dining chair.

Omar smiled then kissed Nadya's soft lips. "Miss you baby."

"I miss you more. But my worms miss the good food more !" Nadya Smile.

"Oh gollyga... My girl this one.." kekeh Omar who took a seat next to Nadya.

That afternoon both enjoyed lunch and Nadya without shame asked for more.

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