She wants to know all the details, no matter how sick they make her feel.

She wanted to help. She'd heard so many good things about this organization. It allowed her to use her brain in ways that she never could at work. She could analyze, look at things from different perspectives, create theories and stories that could possibly lead to solutions. It exercised her brain while allowing her to do something good with her time...with her life.

Unfortunately, she'd forgotten the down side to trying to identify John and Jane Does. The part that involved looking at photos of dead bodies and recreating the ways in which they were murdered. Yes, this was the crappy part of the job and she wasn't sure how much more she could endure. Every case seemed to weaken her, but she'd pushed through it, determined to keep her cool and find an answer in one of the clues.

This case in particular had hit her on a personal level. There was something about this girl she identified with and no matter how gory the details, she was determined to hang in there and find out who she was so they could bring her home. Her body had been beaten and bruised to the point where even her face was unrecognizable. She was young, barely 15, and you could tell she'd tried to hang on to her innocence for as long as she could judging from the amount of Hello Kitty jewelry she wore. The coroner's and police reports confirmed that she'd been abused and tortured in ways that were so completely inhuman she couldn't believe that someone was capable of such atrocities. As she read the reports she battled between breaking down in sobs and running to the bathroom to throw up.

No, she wouldn't give up. No matter how much the details disturbed her she knew she had to find the strength to see this case through to the very end. The girl needed a name and her family needed her back home again. What did she need? A purpose.