Sean leaned against the black police car as he waited for mark to give him the signal. Sean had recently moved from Ireland and was trying to fit into the united states. He was transfered from his FBI director and out on a case here in the US, however due to issues and complications Sean was stuck here. He takes a deep breath in as he looked around. Nothing. Nothing but cold air and fall leaves. Then a loud crash, he snaps his attention towards the back door of the building as a man tumbles out and begins to run. Sean darts after him, as fast as his little legs will let him at least. He runs behind the guy and jumps on him, knocking him to the ground as he pulled his arms behind his back. "Yer , under arrest, anything you say can and will be held against you in the court of law. If you cannot afford an attorney one will be appointed to you." He cuffs the man and looked back up to see mark who was covered in barbeque sauce. "Hey, don't judge." Mark said and yanked the man up, putting him in the back of the car.
They drove back down to the station where they sat down in their own office looking back over the case that was soon to go cold. "I don't understand, why would Jason just stop killing cops...he was killing one at least a month and now one hast turned up in three months...we have no evidence, we don't know where he is, He's in hiding and everything he pays with is in cash." Sean said a bit stumped as he flops into the couch. Mark pats his back and looked over the case for a few moments. "I don't know. It makes no sense. The guys a serial killer and now he's just missing. Something's up, think a friend played him a visit?" This case was a mess. This was the one sean was sent to help with. And now they're going to have to let it go and work on more recent cases. Sean laid his head on the desk and Mark reads the case over and over again.
A few hours later mark wakes up and noticed Sean still sleeping. He takes in a deep breath and looks at the young male. Poor guy is worn out. He taps his shoulder gently. "Sean, hey? Wake up, time to go home." Sean is startled at first but slowly raises his head. He nods, grabbing his car keys. "I'll meet you back here tomorrow at nine alright?" Mark said and pats Sean's back before heading out. Sean rubbed his eyes and grabbed his gun, badge and coat before heading out into the cold October night. He walked through the puddles, pressing down on his button to unlock the door. Once there he placed his hand on the handle, hearing faint footsteps. "Night mark! See you tomorr-" before he could finish his sentence his mouth is covered in a black fabric, muffling his words. He tugged at the rope, trying to reach for his gun as the other pulls it out, pressing it to Sean's head. Voice deep and soft as he spoke into Sean's ear with a whisper. "You're coming with me. Don't make any noises and I wont bust a cap in your skull." Sean's eyes widen as he tried to turn. The man shoved sean against the car and tied his hands behind his back, along with duct taping his feet together. He placed jack in the passenger seat after child locking it. The Man gets in the drivers seat and smiled, crooked teeth with one silver tooth shining under the lamp post light. Jason had just been found.