Rain.
The consecutive pattern thumped loudly in the agent's consciousness. The natural metronome eased the movements of the car, allowing him to focus on the road ahead.
"Call came in ten minutes ago, were losing time."
His knuckles whitened as he tightened his grip on the steering wheel. Second's seemed everlasting, despite the bitter truth that they were wasting away.
"Right, here." Aaron Hotcher spoke, softly yet commanding. The car screeched with frustration as the familiar smell of burning rubber dulled their senses. Suddenly the rain was not so forgiving as the car swayed back and forth, trying to align in the designated lane. "Second house on the right."
The pitter-patter picked up pace as the sounds of the police sirens echoed along. The black SVU was the first on scene, closely followed by two black and whites. Nobody wasted time as they left their doors ajar, proceeding up to the house in question.
Both agents drew their guns, giving each other a quick nod. They knew the routine by heart. Every dance move rehearsed many times before. Derek Morgan simultaneously kicked in the door and announced their presence, allowing the adrenaline to poor through him. Hotchner followed closely with his gun drawn in the opposite direction of his partners. Silence greeted the agents like a ticking time bomb. The house was dark save a fading light at the top of the stairs.
They took to the stairs, two at a time, slamming to a halt at the door in question. With a quick breath of air, Hotcher slowly turned the knob, imagining what he already suspected to be the truth.
The smell of blood could bring even the toughest agents to their knees. That was what they first noticed. Unfortunately they didn't have time to focus on that fact as they came to realized they weren't alone. At the feet of the victim, flensed and bled dry, stood the female unsub back turned towards them.
"Put your hands on your head and turn around slowly." Morgan commanded through gritted teeth. She complied mainly, but kept your hands lowered. "HANDS ON YOUR HEAD" His voice boomed, but she appeared deaf to this command.
As she slowly moved, both agents heard the all too familiar clank of a glock. "DROP YOUR WEAPON." They clicked their safeties out of place.
"DROP YO-" Aaron felt his breath catch as the woman revealed herself, gun drawn and eyes wide. "Emily…"