"Rousey, Blanchard, Martinez! Report to Sergeant Reigns. You're on special assignment starting today."

Police officer Bayley Martinez stared at her captain, Ambrose, in surprise. She had only finished her rookie year two weeks earlier, and she was already being put on a special assignment. It was unexpected to say the least. "What's the assignment, sir?" she blurted out.

"You'll find out, when you report to Sergeant Reigns," Ambrose said dryly, drawing some laughter from around the roll call room.

"Yes, sir," Bayley said sheepishly, feeling embarrassed.

"Go," Ambrose said, motioning towards the door with his head.

Bayley stood up and walked briskly out of the room, where she found officer Blanchard and officer Rousey, who had left without asking questions.

"You can't help yourself can you, Martinez?" Rousey said, shaking her head.

Ronda Rousey had been Bayley's training officer for her rookie year. She was a serious hard ass, who had pushed Bayley within an inch of breaking point many times. But the fact that Bayley had passed her rookie year as the best of her intake said a lot about the success of the teaching methods, whether they were pleasant or not.

"You know me, always asking questions," Bayley said. Since she was no longer a rookie, she wasn't required by rank to be deferential to Rousey anymore.

"Yes, we all know that," Tessa Blanchard said. She had also been a training officer for the intake that Bayley had been a part of. She was another seriously tough cop, both physically and mentally. Bayley would certainly not want to be a criminal on the wrong side of her.

"So no one has a clue what this is about?" Rousey said.

"No," Blanchard said. "Let's report to Reigns. We'll soon find out."

Sergeant Reigns' office was only a short walk away, up a flight of stairs and along a hallway. When they got there, the door was open. Reigns was inside, standing there talking to a blonde woman in a smart grey suit. Her appearance screamed detective to Bayley.

Rousey was the first walk in. "Sergeant Reigns. We were told to report to you for a special assignment, sir."

"That's right," Reigns said. "Officers Rousey, Blanchard, and Martinez, this is detective Evans. This is her assignment. I will be joining you in helping her with it."

"Good to meet y'all," Evans said in a classic southern drawl. "I asked for some of the best officers at Stamford PD. Y'all are who they gave me, so make sure they chose correctly."

"What's the job, ma'am?" Blanchard asked.

"Have y'all ever heard of the serial killer notoriously referred to as The Goddess?" Evans replied.

"I have," Rousey said. "She's thought to be possibly the most prolific living female serial killer in America, although nobody actually knows how many people she killed. She's been on death row waiting on execution for what, five years?"

"Four years," Evans corrected. "You're right, she has been on death row. But today, you're all going to meet her, because she's coming here to Central Station."

Bayley's eyes widened. She was used to writing traffic citations and busting drug dealers. She had only attended a couple of murders in her career to date, and certainly nothing like a serial killer's work. "Why would a convicted serial killer be coming here?" she asked, immediately receiving a less than impressed look from Rousey. If she had a buck for every one of those she had seen, she could have retired already.

"She's coming here because she's going to take us to the locations of three of her victims."

"In exchange for what?" Blanchard said, not keen on the possibility that a deal might have been made.

"In exchange for her death sentence being reduced to life without parole," Evans said.

"Why would anyone agree to that?" Rousey demanded. "No one even knows how many people she killed. Now deals are being cut with her?"

"I understand your anger," Sergeant Reigns said. "But think of it from the point of view of the families of the victims. They want their loved one's remains found so that they can give them a proper burial."

Rousey nodded. That aspect of it was understandable. Personally, Bayley couldn't imagine many things worse than losing someone and not even being able to mourn them properly.

Reigns looked at his watch. "We'd better get downstairs. The prison transport will be here soon."

Bayley followed Blanchard and Rousey out of the office, with Reigns and Evans bringing up the rear. Bayley fell in step beside her former training officer. "Ronda, what is The Goddess like?"

"How would I know?" Rousey replied irritably. "I've heard about her, never met her."

"Oh," Bayley said. With no information to go on, her mind conjured up its own picture of the killer she was shortly going to meet. About six feet tall, built like a football player, covered in tattoos, with a face like a bulldog eating a bag of lemons. It wasn't a pleasant image to contemplate.

The group of five made their way to the garage area, where the prison transport van would be received. It arrived only a couple of minutes after they did.

A middle aged blonde prison officer got out of the passenger side, carrying a clipboard with a bunch of papers attached to it. Bayley stood and watched, knowing she wasn't going to be involved in this part of the procedure.

"Sergeant Reigns?" the prison officer asked, approaching him.

"Yes, I'm Reigns. You need me to sign off on the handover of the prisoner?"

"Yes, sir. She has been searched and fed, and had a bathroom stop about half an hour ago. All you should have to do is take charge of her. Would you sign here, and here, please," he said, flicking between two of the documents.

Reigns scrawled his signature on each of the two forms. With that, the prison officer walked over to the van and banged loudly on one of the doors – the signal for those inside to open up.

Standing at the side of the garage with Rousey, Blanchard and Evans, Bayley noticed herself holding her breath as the doors opened. She was about to meet someone who had murdered multiple people. What even made a person consider doing something like that?

Two male guards stepped out of the van. Standing near the open doors, they both offered a hand to the prisoner to help her step out.

When the woman dropped to the floor and stepped forward, she came into view for Bayley, whose mouth dropped open at what she saw. She was looking at a pretty little blonde, who was lucky if she was five feet tall. She was wearing an orange jump suit, with a chain around her waist which had handcuffs linked to it. The other ends were around her wrists, giving her some freedom to move, but not much.

Bayley looked at Rousey, who looked back at her with the same kind of 'That's really her?' look on her face that Bayley had on hers. Neither of them could believe what they were seeing.

"Hello, Lacey," The Goddess said, offering a rather nasty-looking smile. "I was hoping I'd get to see you."

"Hello, Alexa," Evans said, stepping forward.

"Who are your friends?" Alexa asked, looking at the three female police officers. Bayley felt another chill go down her spine when she was coldly eyed up.

"They've got name badges on. I'm sure you haven't forgotten how to read," Evans said coolly.

"Rousey. She's a tough looking fucker, isn't she?" Alexa commented. "I slit the throat of someone who looked a bit like you, Rousey. Do you know what it sounds like when someone dies like that?"

"Yes I do," Rousey said, not doing the best job of masking her irritation.

"Alright, Bliss, that's enough," Reigns said, taking charge of the situation. "Come on, let's get you inside, and we can get ready for our trip to where you want us to take you."

The door into the station was near to Bayley. She found herself making eye contact with Alexa Bliss as she approached, and she had to remind herself to act like a police officer. Shying away wasn't an option. She was one of the authority figures in this situation.

"Martinez, you look nervous," Bliss said. "Young, too. And cute. What are you, a rookie?"

"No," Bayley was happy to say.

"But you were until recently, am I right?"

"Shut it and move," Evans said impatiently, pushing Bliss forwards.

Bayley felt that her face had probably given her away. Alexa Bliss had the measure of her now. Even with the notorious killer in chains, that wasn't a pleasant position to be in.

Following Reigns, Evans and the serial killer into the building, Bayley wishing she hadn't been put on this assignment. Alexa Bliss already gave her the creeps, and they had only just met.

A/N: Welcome along to this new story. It's not going to be a particularly long one, but it should be something different to the kind of stories I usually write.

What do you make of Alexa based on what we have learned so far?