Hey, welcome to my newest Fanfiction! I apologize if it's a little slow at the beginning; but it will pick up in later chapters. There will be a little Maltara in this, I promise! Captain Yeong will be in this story; simply because I planned it before she stopped being captain. Just as a head up I may not be updating as often for a while. The reason is simply that…it's hot. Unlike most people in my area I don't have air conditioning; and it's been too hit to even think for the past few days. I'll try to write at night while it's a little cooler, but no promises.


Natara Williams

I carefully step over a clump of crimson-stained leaves, making sure not to disturb any evidence. So far this is the only evidence we have to go by; just this pile of leaves and a few rustled bushes that show signs of a struggle. We haven't even found a body yet.

"Find anything?" I call out, making my way out of the trees to where Golden Gate park begins. I duck under the crime-scene tape, my eyes drawn immediatly the the bison paddock where we found one of The Hunter's victims. I feel a slight shiver down my spine as I think of it, but I push this feeling away. "Mal?" I call, not seeing him anywhere. After a moment I see him a little ways away, talking on his phone. I wait for him to finish until I head over, and as soon as I get close I can see the grim look on his face.

"Something wrong?" I ask.

"We gotta go, looks like we have…visitors".

"What do you mean?" ask as we head back to the car, leaving behind the few officers who still mill around the area. I climb in the passenger side and Mal follows suit.

"Not sure, all I know is Captain Yeong wants us back there right now. And that can't be good".


Within fifteen minutes we make it back to the precinct; and upon entering the first thing I see is a man and a woman standing awkwardly by Mal's desk. The woman is fairly short and thin, with long dark red hair and piercing green eyes that are so bright I can see them from across the room. The man is just the opposite, around my height with dark hair and a muscular frame. As we approach the man shies away; but the woman comes right up to us, reaching out to shake my hand.

"Detective Melanie Falcon" she says cheerfully, shaking Mal's hand after releasing mine "but you can call me 'Mel'".

My eyes flicker over to Mal, wondering if he sees the similarity in names too. If he does, he ignores it.

The man then walks over and does the same as the woman, shaking both of out hands and says "Special Agent Nathan Warren".

I don't say anything for a moment. Nathan Warren? Melanie Falcon? Surely this is a prank or something! I'm about to state the absurdity of the situation, but a moment later Melanie sets a file she was holding on Mal's desk.

"Look, no offense…but why are you here?" Mal asks.

"You are Special Agent Williams and Detective Fallon, right?" she says. Both Mal and I nod. "We're here from the Brisbane Police Department, just south of here. According to your Captain you were at a crime scene this morning?". I nod and she continues to speak. "A little over a week ago an detective from our precinct went missing. We found signs of a struggle, a little of his blood; but other than that nothing" she flips open the file, and Mal and I look through it to find pictures of a crime scene almost exactly like the one we were at this morning. "Two days ago we found his body. Interestingly enough it was found on an unmarked grave in the cemetery not far from here". I look at her, expecting her to pull out pictures of the victim, but she doesn't. "Frank, the man who was killed, wouldn't want to be called a victim" she says very softly. "His family wanted to respect his wishes, and so did I, so I do not have any pictures with me. Only if it's truly necessary I'll get the photo's needed".

"I understand" I say "Were you friends with—" I look down at the file, searching for a last name "—Detective Coleridge?".

She nods and responds quietly "Since I was little. And trust me, Frank wouldn't be an easy man to kill. He's an ex-Navy Seal, whoever got him has to be pretty physically intimidating. But that's not all. This morning another one of our officers went missing. He was supposed to be visiting family here, in the Golden Gate park area, but his sister called me when he never showed up. We believe the crime scene you were at this morning was where he was taken".

"Was he another friend of yours?".

As I say this, she suddenly becomes nervous. She begins patting the fabric on her arm, as if trying to get rid of a bug on her shirt. Her movements become forced and jittery, and she starts to bite her lip.

"N-Not nearly as close as Frank and I" she stutters. Seeing this, Nathan grabs the side of her arm as if afraid she might fall. "I-I'm going to go out and get some air" she says a little too loudly, and without another word Nathan leads her outside.

"Did you see that?" I ask as soon as Nathan and Melanie are out of earshot.

"What? How she started freaking out?" I nod "Yeah, it doesn't take a profiler to see that".

"I think she's up to something" I say quietly, looking over my shoulder. Although I can't make out the words, I can see the pair whispering to each other. "She has to be hiding something".

"Maybe she's just upset about losing her two friends" Mal suggests.

I keep watching Melanie and Nathan as they leave; both of them huddled together and still speaking in quiet whispers. Nathan's bulk almost conceals Melanie's tiny frame; and considering the fact that he's obviously with the FBI too he could be more than a match for me. If anyone could take down an ex-Navy Seal, it would be him. I know I certainly never want to be on the receiving end of a blow from him. "I hope you're right".


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