Blood stains beside a victim who didn't bleed.

A diamond ring in a beat up truck.

Seminal fluid on the kitchen counter.

Give me enough time and I can tie any piece of seemingly out-of-place evidence to something else in the case. Sometimes I can even solve the entire case with that one piece of odd evidence. Just give me enough time and I can do it.

But it's been 17 years now and I still haven't figured out the woman sitting in front of me. Who is she? Why does she do the things she does? Sometimes I think I've figured her out but the moment I let myself get smug, she goes and surprises me, throwing my entire theory about her out the window.

It's incredibly frustrating and yet I can't stop trying. The deeper I think I'm getting into her mind, the more I realize I'm not even halfway there. I could give up but I can't. And to be honest, I don't want to.

Yes, Catherine's an enigma, but at least she's MY enigma.

*THE END*