[A/N]: It makes me sad that there are no Rosewood fanfictions, so I wrote one. It's very short, but I hope to write more soon. So, all Rosewood fans, enjoy!
Annalise Villa slapped her palms against the table in frustration. "Where were you at 3:20 a.m. on March 2nd?!"
The suspect crossed his arms, but didn't reply. Villa nearly growled, yanking a hand through her brown curls. She stalked out of the interrogation room, eyes practically spitting flame. "I need a break," she muttered.
Detective Smith nodded at her as she exited, and resumed his vigil outside the door housing their suspect. Villa made her way to her desk, settling into her chair and letting out a long breath. She closed her eyes.
This man was guilty. She felt it in her gut, and her intuition was rarely wrong. But their evidence was sorely lacking. At this rate, nothing short of a confession could convict him.
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The sensation of a hand on her arm made her eyes snap open. Rosewood stood there, smiling. "Hello, Villa."
Villa smile. "Hi. What's up? I thought you were busy at the lab today."
"Just stopped by to see you. But you don't look too happy. Is the case going the way you thought?"
Villa groaned. "No. We don't have enough evidence without his confession, and he's not talking."
Rosie winced. "Hope you're in a better mood by tonight. Momma's insisting I bring my mysterious new girlfriend to dinner."
Villa grinned. "Won't she be surprised to see me."
"I hope not." Rosie swooped in and kissed her forehead before she could protest about it 'not be professional at work'. "See you tonight, sweetheart."
Villa rolled her eyes at his antics. "I'll be there."