"Dayum, someone has some serious issues", Finley remarked, smacking his gum.
"So whatcha think boss, weird psycho killer has an eye fetish or sumthin, eh?" Finley laughed at his own inside joke while bouncing on his toes, vigorously rubbing his hands together.
His partner ignored him. Finley was a major pain in the ass and he hated working with him. The man was constantly fidgeting, bouncing around, rubbing his hands and smacking his damn gum. It was like working with an ADHD person wired on crank or something.
"Shut it Finley and let me work. Why don't you go bounce over somewhere else and leave me alone so I can work the scene."
Finley's partner was sitting on the balls of his feet, latex gloves pulled on, examining the poor slob in front of him. Crime scene techs were combing the area, placing markers next to whatever pieces of evidence they could find.
On the ground was a man who in better days was probably a decent guy, but who was he to guess. He was dressed nicely, business casual most would call it. Looked like he was fairly good looking, although the huge knife sticking out of his eye put a damper on his looks.
"Detective!"
A street cop came jogging up, and realizing he was being ignored, called again.
"Detective!"
"Detective Dixon?"
Daryl looked up from searching the man's pockets and looked at the man.
"Whaddya want, 'm fuckin' busy," he growled.
The street cop looked nervous, the last thing he wanted to do was talk to the notorious Detective Dixon. The man was known for frying your balls off with one angry look. He may have been the best homicide cop out there, but he was scary as hell.
Wringing his hands a little, then catching himself and trying to pretend he wasn't the least bit ready to piss himself, he said, "I'm sorry sir, but it just came in over the radio, there's been another one."
"Fuck'n hell" Daryl grumbled. That made 4 bodies so far, all within a week, and all with the same M.O. - nice looking guys, white, darker hair, big fucking knife in the eye. He was having a hell of a time trying to dig up any clues, other than there being 4 dead men with knives in their eyes. So far no trace evidence had been found. No hairs, fibers, or god forbid a print here or there. Nothing.
Daryl was still squatting over the body, debating on leaving this stiff for the newer one. He wanted to comb the area more, hell he'd only gotten a good look at the exterior of the body. He hadn't had time to toss all the pockets or search the surrounding area. If he left now, he'd have to rely on the nitwits here to hopefully not fuck up his crime scene and maybe find something. But, if he didn't hightail it out to the new scene, then the longer it took him to get out there, the more likely the new scene would be corrupted by whatever flat foot was first on scene.
Sighing he stood up, knees popping. Too many years of squatting over stiffs meant sounding like a damn bowl of rice crispy cereal every time he stood up. Ripping of his gloves he bellowed at his partner.
"FINLEY! Get your skinny ass over here and be useful."
Finley came bouncing over, smacking his gum.
"Get rid of the fucking gum before I choke you to death". Daryl was thinking he could kill two birds with one piece of gum.
"Stay here and work the scene. I gotta head over to the new one before it gets fucked up. Keep your eye on the grunts and make sure they don't contaminate anything. And for god's sake don't leave until the scene is done."
Finley smacked his gum, clucked twice and shot Daryl a wink and a finger-gun salute, "You got it boss!"
Daryl shook his head and glared at Finely, "Fucking retard".
Daryl arrived at the newest scene and barked at the grunt standing at the crime scene tape.
"You best pray no one has fucked up my scene patrolman!"
The patrolman jumped and looked visibly shaken when he saw it was Daryl.
"Detective D-Dixon, no sir! No one has been in the scene other than the person who discovered the body."
Daryl grunted back at him as he ducked under the tape, snapping on his gloves and wishing he could grab a quick smoke. He looked up at the front of the building. A sign reading "McGinty's Pub" was hanging. Daryl knew the place, wasn't a total dive, but wasn't exactly a 5 star joint either. He'd been here a few times for a beer with his brother and some of the guys they hung out with.
Stepping in the front door, he was waved over to an area in the back. Another detective, Martinez, if Daryl remembered, held a door open for him and said "Body's back here. Gonna need to be a bit more careful with this one."
Daryl glanced at the man from the side, "Pfft, I'll let you know what needs to be done, now back off and let me work."'
Martinez just stepped back. He didn't feel like getting into any kind of pissing contest with the redneck.
Martinez watched Daryl work. It was a well known fact in Atlanta PD that Dixon was one of, if not the, best homicide cops around. The man had a spooky knack for tracking down leads and perps. It was like he had some kind of sixth sense about him. Yet the man was as surly as hell. Saying he was rough around the edges was an understatement. He was always found in jeans, boots and either a t-shirt or a button down shirt with the sleeves ripped off. He looked like some back hills hillbilly. Scruffy goatee and hair finished off the look. And when it wasn't a hundred and five fucking degrees outside, you could always find him in his beat up leather vest.
And pigs would fly out of a snow-covered hell before he was ever accused of being politically correct.
But despite all that, the man was an amazing cop. He had quickly worked his way up the ranks of Atlanta PD and been named Detective some 10 years ago. If Martinez remembered correctly, he'd become the youngest cop to make Detective, and he'd had his eyes aimed at homicide.
"Well shit, this does make things interesting, don't it."
Daryl sat back on his heels and looked at Martinez.
"The fuck Phillip Blake doing in a dive like this?"
AN: OK, so this is my second attempt at writing, and this time I wanted to do a truly AU story. In S3E1 when Zach thinks Daryl is a homicide cop always made me laugh, and inspired this.
My apologies to anyone I offended with using 'retard'. I just thought it would be something Daryl would totally say.
I really hope you'll follow/review, etc. Thanks for reading!