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South Detroit - 2039 - Tuesday 1st November - 10:13 AM
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You stepped out of the car, Looking around at the old run down playground. One of those small ones that only had a small climbing frame, a slide and two swings; the ground was that padded stuff that really didn't cushion the fall at all if you fell over as a kid. It wasn't the rough side of town, but it wasn't exactly the nicest. The houses needed new paint jobs and most of the fences were missing boards. The weather didn't exactly help the atmosphere and you assumed if it was a sunnier day it would be quite pleasant around this area.
Save for the Dead man lying on the ground soaked in blood and rain.
Gavin whistled. "Two in a week, must be our lucky day." He joked, you shook your head slightly though a small smile flashed his way - the kind that said 'haha now shut up'. It was a murder site after all.
"Hey, Barns, what we got?" You asked as you walked over to the only other person you knew at this scene.
"Well I'll be damned! Little miss A Star!" Philip (Phip) Barns chuckled, looking up from his notes.
"How's it going?" You smirked, placing your hands on your hips. "Been a while."
"A few months aint a while." He laughed. "The guy was a dealer, as usual recently." He began his explanation and you looked down at your tablet as he talked, checking through the evidence as he spoke, nodding at his words as you took it all in. "Nothing special or out of the ordinary."
You and Gavin made your way over to the body.
"First case since you started?" Barns asked, following the two of you.
"We were looking through the evidence of my first case when we got the call for this one." You explained. "Do we have an estimated time of death?"
"Until we have a full autopsy all we can say is between 1400 and 1900 yesterday." Barns shrugged, looking down at the body.
"Why would a dealer be hanging around in a kids park in the middle of the day?" you muttered, turning your own attention to the man on the ground.
His left hand was propped over the bottom of the slide, a small baggy sat on the ground below it, red crystals inside. You knelt in front of him, observing him as closely as you could. His head and shoulders were under the cover of the climbing frame, so out of the previous nights rain; he was propped up against one of the beams. His chin was stained with both red and blue splatters, some of it mixing to purple. His eyes were bloodshot and his mouth hung open slightly, staring ahead like he was in a constant state of shock. His skin was fairly waterlogged from overnight and his clothes still stuck to him, a terrible wet smell coming from him. Whoever had phoned up to report it had complained about a bad smell while walking their dog, coming across the man and phoning the DPD.
"Is this all the evidence?" You asked Barns.
"Pretty much, there's the odd blood splatters and he has more marks over him than we'd like, will make it more difficult to determine what killed him." He replied and you shared a look with Gavin.
"Just like the last one." Gavin grumbled, standing back up and pulling out a cigarette.
"Contaminating evidence!" Barns fake shouted.
"I'm stepping away." Gavin rolled his eyes. He held the packet out for you but you shook your head, you'd do that after you'd logged all the evidence into your tablet and make sure it was all ready to be put into your report.
You turned to Barns, not seeing what you were looking for around the body or in the evidence log. "Have you seen a little book around?" You asked, causing him to raise his brow. "An LBB, trust me it might give us information and stop another one of these happening."
"You think these are connected?" He asked, sceptical of where you were going with this.
"It's very similar, did you find a book?" You asked and he shook his head with a shrug.
"Could have some notepads at his house or something."
"No, he should have it on him..." You mumbled, looking back at the body and looking at it, grabbing some gloves and snapping them on before you checked his pockets, nothing bar a few receipts at the local corner shop, a phone and a cut off straw - probably for snorting. You handed everything to Phip, who put them all into bags. You continued your investigation, not finding a little book on him anywhere. Then your focus settled back on his face. His unfocused, cloudy eyes, the mouth hung agape. You grabbed the pen from Barns, who argued but didn't stop you, and lent forward, pushing open the mans mouth with the pen.
"Ugh... That's gross." Barns grumbled as the jaw made a squelch, mortise had set in.
You took the small torch off your belt, you always carried one, and pointed it into his mouth, seeing something pushed down his windpipe, poking up at the top. "I need the evidence pinchers." You told Barns.
"You mean the tongues?"
"Shut up and give them to me." You rolled your eyes, a small smirk playing on your mouth as Gavin chuckled. He handed you the small metal tongues and you carefully putting them towards his throat, trying not to touch him in the process. The tongues hooked around the object and you pulled, pushing any thoughts of throwing up to the back of your mind as you tugged, feeling it coming loose and unsticking from the disgusting dead throat that held it.
After a moment of trying to get the object out of the mouth, a small curled up notebook dropped to the floor, covered in a disgusting messy mix of blood and saliva; the same blue from around his mouth patching the paper as well. "Shit..." You mumbled. "Get in into an evidence bag." You told Barns before you stood, ripped off your gloves, and began to log all the evidence you'd found.
"What the fuck?" Gavin asked, doing the same.
"We need to check the other body as well." You told him, typing into your tablet. "It might not have been the outside wounds that killed them."
"Glad to have you on this case, detective." He smirked and you let yourself smile at that.
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Detroit Police Department - 2039 - Tuesday 1st November - 4:47 PM
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You had just finished typing up your report when a small bag dropped onto your desk. You looked up at Gavin and took off your headphones.
"You haven't ate today. Same old (l/n)." He smirked, sitting down with a burger.
"Thanks... You know I forget." You sighed, looking in the bag to see your favourite sweets. It wasn't a lot, but it was something to tide you over until you could get something more substantial. It was almost the end of the shift anyway, and Gavin knew you enjoyed your sweets. "Thank you~" You smirked, popping one of the sweets into your mouth as you double checked your report. He placed another object down on the desk and you laughed, picking up the energy drink and opening it.
"You haven't changed at all." He smirked, placing his feet up on the desk, folding his arms and taking another bite of his burger. He had already sent his report by the looks of it. He was a good detective, but didn't really give a shit about the paperwork.
"Did they check the other body?" You asked, drinking some of the fizzy, sweet drink. You pressed send on the report and knew it'd be sent to Fowler's terminal in his office, pulling out your tobacco pouch and rolling a cigarette. Gavin smirked and pulled out his own packet of smokes, pulling one out.
"They said they'll check it in the next few hours once they've looked at the new one. We'll get a message when they have." He answered as you both stood and headed outside to the car park, lighting up. "Besides, we're off the clock in-" He looked at his phone screen. "Six minutes."
"Partay." You smirked, blowing a cloud of smoke into the air.
You chatted for another few minutes and stubbed your finished cigarettes out in the ash bin and headed back inside and over to the desks to grab your stuff. You were surprised how easy it had been to fall back into the routine; crime scenes, reports, banter. You and Gavin had always gotten along like a house on fire and the other officers must have noticed.
"Right, let's off and fuck." You smirked, downing your energy drink despite the fact that it burnt your throat and threw the can into the bin in the break area.
"Oi, stop throwing things through the office!" A familiar gruff voice came and Hank came round the corner, glaring at Gavin. You tried your best not to laugh, though you could barely hide a smirk. Gavin pointed in your direction and you held up your hands in defence.
"Hey, I got it in the bin." You smirked, trying to defend yourself. Hank didn't seem that amused, though you received a happy scoff from Gavin.
"Why did his new partner have to be his friend." The older man grumbled, folding his arms.
"Friends a strong term." You argued. "Like, is anyone really friends with Gav?" You laughed as Gavin punched your arm.
"Alright, children! Knock it off and go home!" Fowler's voice came from his doorway, looking like he was ready for a meeting.
Gavin sent a salute in his direction and the Captain rolled his eyes, locking his office and heading off.
"Drink time!" Gavin yelled once he was gone and Hank did not look impressed. "Aww, come on, no overtime today! Let's celebrate." He punched the lieutenant in the arm in a friendly way and lead the way to the car park. You shrugged at Hank and grabbed your bag, ready to follow your partner.
Though Hank looked annoyed, he joined Gavin in walking to the car park, leaving you trailing behind with Connor.
"Hello again." Connor smiled, following the lieutenant.
"Hi." You smiled, popping another sweet into your mouth. You saw the man watching you and offered him one, which he accepted with a 'thanks'. "These are my favourite." You explained, awkward around the new person.
"It is very tasty." He smiled, seeming intrigued by the flavour of the sweet. "You realise energy drinks are no good for your health at all?"
His abrupt change of subject almost had you choking on your sweet but you passed it off as a small cough. "Yeah, I kinda figured." You smirked.
"She doesn't care!" Gavin's voice came from in front and you threw a pen at him. "Oi!" He gasped, staring at the pen. "Stealing police property!"
"Fuck the police!" You fake yelled, making your old friend snort.
"You're under arrest, the jokes too funny."
"I'm not going back to jail!" You replied, making him properly laugh at your Vine reference. Even Hank smiled slightly, while Connor looked utterly confused.
He asked you what you were talking about and you explained as you all walked over to the two cars. "No way, I aint letting you drive again." Hank told Reed, who rolled his eyes in response.
"You get in one small crash and suddenly you can't drive." He sighed as if he was wounded by the older mans words.
"Shut up, we'll take my car."
"SHOTGUN!" You and Gavin yelled at the same time, unfortunately he'd been slightly ahead of you. You cursed, but you must respect the rules and you let him go to the passenger seat, leaving you in the back with Connor. The younger man looked like he had a thousand questions - like why having a firearm meant you got the front seat. Seems you had a lot to teach the clueless detective.

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South Detroit - 2039 - Tuesday 1st November - 10:13 AM
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You stepped out of the car, Looking around at the old run down playground. One of those small ones that only had a small climbing frame, a slide and two swings; the ground was that padded stuff that really didn't cushion the fall at all if you fell over as a kid. It wasn't the rough side of town, but it wasn't exactly the nicest. The houses needed new paint jobs and most of the fences were missing boards. The weather didn't exactly help the atmosphere and you assumed if it was a sunnier day it would be quite pleasant around this area.
Save for the Dead man lying on the ground soaked in blood and rain.
Gavin whistled. "Two in a week, must be our lucky day." He joked, you shook your head slightly though a small smile flashed his way - the kind that said 'haha now shut up'. It was a murder site after all.
"Hey, Barns, what we got?" You asked as you walked over to the only other person you knew at this scene.
"Well I'll be damned! Little miss A Star!" Philip (Phip) Barns chuckled, looking up from his notes.
"How's it going?" You smirked, placing your hands on your hips. "Been a while."
"A few months aint a while." He laughed. "The guy was a dealer, as usual recently." He began his explanation and you looked down at your tablet as he talked, checking through the evidence as he spoke, nodding at his words as you took it all in. "Nothing special or out of the ordinary."
You and Gavin made your way over to the body.
"First case since you started?" Barns asked, following the two of you.
"We were looking through the evidence of my first case when we got the call for this one." You explained. "Do we have an estimated time of death?"
"Until we have a full autopsy all we can say is between 1400 and 1900 yesterday." Barns shrugged, looking down at the body.
"Why would a dealer be hanging around in a kids park in the middle of the day?" you muttered, turning your own attention to the man on the ground.
His left hand was propped over the bottom of the slide, a small baggy sat on the ground below it, red crystals inside. You knelt in front of him, observing him as closely as you could. His head and shoulders were under the cover of the climbing frame, so out of the previous nights rain; he was propped up against one of the beams. His chin was stained with both red and blue splatters, some of it mixing to purple. His eyes were bloodshot and his mouth hung open slightly, staring ahead like he was in a constant state of shock. His skin was fairly waterlogged from overnight and his clothes still stuck to him, a terrible wet smell coming from him. Whoever had phoned up to report it had complained about a bad smell while walking their dog, coming across the man and phoning the DPD.
"Is this all the evidence?" You asked Barns.
"Pretty much, there's the odd blood splatters and he has more marks over him than we'd like, will make it more difficult to determine what killed him." He replied and you shared a look with Gavin.
"Just like the last one." Gavin grumbled, standing back up and pulling out a cigarette.
"Contaminating evidence!" Barns fake shouted.
"I'm stepping away." Gavin rolled his eyes. He held the packet out for you but you shook your head, you'd do that after you'd logged all the evidence into your tablet and make sure it was all ready to be put into your report.
You turned to Barns, not seeing what you were looking for around the body or in the evidence log. "Have you seen a little book around?" You asked, causing him to raise his brow. "An LBB, trust me it might give us information and stop another one of these happening."
"You think these are connected?" He asked, sceptical of where you were going with this.
"It's very similar, did you find a book?" You asked and he shook his head with a shrug.
"Could have some notepads at his house or something."
"No, he should have it on him..." You mumbled, looking back at the body and looking at it, grabbing some gloves and snapping them on before you checked his pockets, nothing bar a few receipts at the local corner shop, a phone and a cut off straw - probably for snorting. You handed everything to Phip, who put them all into bags. You continued your investigation, not finding a little book on him anywhere. Then your focus settled back on his face. His unfocused, cloudy eyes, the mouth hung agape. You grabbed the pen from Barns, who argued but didn't stop you, and lent forward, pushing open the mans mouth with the pen.
"Ugh... That's gross." Barns grumbled as the jaw made a squelch, mortise had set in.
You took the small torch off your belt, you always carried one, and pointed it into his mouth, seeing something pushed down his windpipe, poking up at the top. "I need the evidence pinchers." You told Barns.
"You mean the tongues?"
"Shut up and give them to me." You rolled your eyes, a small smirk playing on your mouth as Gavin chuckled. He handed you the small metal tongues and you carefully putting them towards his throat, trying not to touch him in the process. The tongues hooked around the object and you pulled, pushing any thoughts of throwing up to the back of your mind as you tugged, feeling it coming loose and unsticking from the disgusting dead throat that held it.
After a moment of trying to get the object out of the mouth, a small curled up notebook dropped to the floor, covered in a disgusting messy mix of blood and saliva; the same blue from around his mouth patching the paper as well. "Shit..." You mumbled. "Get in into an evidence bag." You told Barns before you stood, ripped off your gloves, and began to log all the evidence you'd found.
"What the fuck?" Gavin asked, doing the same.
"We need to check the other body as well." You told him, typing into your tablet. "It might not have been the outside wounds that killed them."
"Glad to have you on this case, detective." He smirked and you let yourself smile at that.
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Detroit Police Department - 2039 - Tuesday 1st November - 4:47 PM
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You had just finished typing up your report when a small bag dropped onto your desk. You looked up at Gavin and took off your headphones.
"You haven't ate today. Same old (l/n)." He smirked, sitting down with a burger.
"Thanks... You know I forget." You sighed, looking in the bag to see your favourite sweets. It wasn't a lot, but it was something to tide you over until you could get something more substantial. It was almost the end of the shift anyway, and Gavin knew you enjoyed your sweets. "Thank you~" You smirked, popping one of the sweets into your mouth as you double checked your report. He placed another object down on the desk and you laughed, picking up the energy drink and opening it.
"You haven't changed at all." He smirked, placing his feet up on the desk, folding his arms and taking another bite of his burger. He had already sent his report by the looks of it. He was a good detective, but didn't really give a shit about the paperwork.
"Did they check the other body?" You asked, drinking some of the fizzy, sweet drink. You pressed send on the report and knew it'd be sent to Fowler's terminal in his office, pulling out your tobacco pouch and rolling a cigarette. Gavin smirked and pulled out his own packet of smokes, pulling one out.
"They said they'll check it in the next few hours once they've looked at the new one. We'll get a message when they have." He answered as you both stood and headed outside to the car park, lighting up. "Besides, we're off the clock in-" He looked at his phone screen. "Six minutes."
"Partay." You smirked, blowing a cloud of smoke into the air.
You chatted for another few minutes and stubbed your finished cigarettes out in the ash bin and headed back inside and over to the desks to grab your stuff. You were surprised how easy it had been to fall back into the routine; crime scenes, reports, banter. You and Gavin had always gotten along like a house on fire and the other officers must have noticed.
"Right, let's off and fuck." You smirked, downing your energy drink despite the fact that it burnt your throat and threw the can into the bin in the break area.
"Oi, stop throwing things through the office!" A familiar gruff voice came and Hank came round the corner, glaring at Gavin. You tried your best not to laugh, though you could barely hide a smirk. Gavin pointed in your direction and you held up your hands in defence.
"Hey, I got it in the bin." You smirked, trying to defend yourself. Hank didn't seem that amused, though you received a happy scoff from Gavin.
"Why did his new partner have to be his friend." The older man grumbled, folding his arms.
"Friends a strong term." You argued. "Like, is anyone really friends with Gav?" You laughed as Gavin punched your arm.
"Alright, children! Knock it off and go home!" Fowler's voice came from his doorway, looking like he was ready for a meeting.
Gavin sent a salute in his direction and the Captain rolled his eyes, locking his office and heading off.
"Drink time!" Gavin yelled once he was gone and Hank did not look impressed. "Aww, come on, no overtime today! Let's celebrate." He punched the lieutenant in the arm in a friendly way and lead the way to the car park. You shrugged at Hank and grabbed your bag, ready to follow your partner.
Though Hank looked annoyed, he joined Gavin in walking to the car park, leaving you trailing behind with Connor.
"Hello again." Connor smiled, following the lieutenant.
"Hi." You smiled, popping another sweet into your mouth. You saw the man watching you and offered him one, which he accepted with a 'thanks'. "These are my favourite." You explained, awkward around the new person.
"It is very tasty." He smiled, seeming intrigued by the flavour of the sweet. "You realise energy drinks are no good for your health at all?"
His abrupt change of subject almost had you choking on your sweet but you passed it off as a small cough. "Yeah, I kinda figured." You smirked.
"She doesn't care!" Gavin's voice came from in front and you threw a pen at him. "Oi!" He gasped, staring at the pen. "Stealing police property!"
"Fuck the police!" You fake yelled, making your old friend snort.
"You're under arrest, the jokes too funny."
"I'm not going back to jail!" You replied, making him properly laugh at your Vine reference. Even Hank smiled slightly, while Connor looked utterly confused.
He asked you what you were talking about and you explained as you all walked over to the two cars. "No way, I aint letting you drive again." Hank told Reed, who rolled his eyes in response.
"You get in one small crash and suddenly you can't drive." He sighed as if he was wounded by the older mans words.
"Shut up, we'll take my car."
"SHOTGUN!" You and Gavin yelled at the same time, unfortunately he'd been slightly ahead of you. You cursed, but you must respect the rules and you let him go to the passenger seat, leaving you in the back with Connor. The younger man looked like he had a thousand questions - like why having a firearm meant you got the front seat. Seems you had a lot to teach the clueless detective.