Elsa groaned as she rubbed her temples. The headache had set in about an hour ago and stubbornly refused to leave. That she had been staring into a computer monitor for several hours and still continued to do so probably didn't help. That she was incredibly frustrated with not making any progress made the dull throbbing only worse.

Kristoff, her partner, was sitting at his own desk in their small office, apparently suffering through the same condition. Elsa startled when he suddenly slammed his fist down.

„This leads to nothing!" he growled. „We've gone over all of this like a million times in the past two months alone. I'm gonna get some coffee. You want some too?"

Elsa rolled her eyes, because her answer to that question had always been, without fail, a 'Yes!', but smiled nonetheless. „I do, pretty boy. You know how I like it?"

Kristoff smiled back. „Black, with milk, no sugar."

„Atta boy" she purred, grinning as he shut the door behind him. It was this routine, their small inside jokes, knowing when to give the other person space, that helped her keep her sanity in her job. When he returned with her coffee (black, no milk, tons of sugar) he plopped down in his seat again, sighing deeply. She put the cup to her lips and moaned with delight when liquid 'awake' filled her mouth.

„You need it that bad, huh?" Kristoff said with a sheepish grin. Elsa blushed and was about to belt him with every single pen lying on her desk, when someone knocked and poked their head through their door.

„Hey lovebirds, I got something for you" said the head with hair black as coal and a mustache with handlebars that would make Hulk Hogan jealous.

"Hey Neil, what's up?" Elsa asked casually.

"Oh, nothing," Neil replied, "only the big breakthrough you've waited for. A witness!"

They both immediately jumped out of their seats and made to follow him. Out of reflex, Elsa grabbed the badge lying on her desk, even though she didn't need it. While they walked through the busy corridors of the precinct, Elsa took her time to study the badge intently, like she did at least once a weak. It kept her grounded. She smiled at all the intricate little details that didn't quite fit on the piece of metal and made it look unintentionally funny.

Liberty and Justice holding the shield, with the eagle perched on top, slightly spreading its wings. 'CITY OF NEW YORK POLICE' ran above in a semicircle, 'DETECTIVE' underneath in straight lettering. She absent-mindedly let her fingers run over her badge number, 3141. She liked to think how much good she had done with that badge. How much scum she had gotten off the street. How many crimes she had solved with her meticulous work. It helped her stay motivated when she hit a wall, just as she had done with her current case. But maybe that wall was about to be smashed in by a real-life witness. Hopefully.

"Hello, earth to Elsa, anybody in there?" Kristoff said, waving his hand in front of her eyes.

"Uh, yeah, what?" she answered, flustered.

"We're here" he replied, pointing to an interrogation room. "A girl's inside, came in to report her roommate as missing. You wanna go in, or should I?"

Elsa contemplated for a bit. "I'll do it. She'll likely be more at ease around another woman."

Kristoff nodded and gestured towards the door. Neil stood next to them, looking quite satisfied to have provided the big lead.

She knocked and entered the room. Inside, a red-haired girl sat at the desk, bleary-eyed and slumped in her chair. She was fiddling around with a water bottle, trying to keep her hands busy, and, likely, her mind occupied. When she heard the door open she looked up, uncertainty plain in her features.

Elsa donned a small smile and confidently strode into the room, closing the door and sitting down on the opposite side of the desk.

"Hi, I'm detective McKay, Elsa McKay." she said, extending her hand.

The girl tentatively reached for the hand and gave it a slight squeeze before worrying over the water bottle again.

"Anna", she said with a barely-there accent that Elsa had trouble recognizing. "Anna Keller."

Elsa arched an eyebrow at her last name. "My mother's maiden name was Keller. You don't happen to be from Wisconsin?"

"No", the girl said, still unsure about what was going on. "I'm originally from Texas, but I've lived in New York since I was six."

Now it clicked. A hint of the southern drawl was still present in her speech.

"What's going on? Why am I being interrogated here?"

Elsa looked apologetically and got up again. "I'm sorry that my colleague put you in here, it's standard procedure. If you'd like to we can go to my office. It's much nicer. And much messier, come to think of it."

That elicited a small smile from the girl. "Yeah, I'd prefer that."

"Well then, follow me", Elsa replied with a smile, knocking on the door twice. It was opened by Kristoff. Neil had left. Her partner shot her a questioning look, and Elsa whispered "We're heading for the office. Nicer atmosphere. Don't disturb us for a while." He nodded and began walking off, likely to the break room and then to the kennels, to share a sandwich or two with that K9 of his. It was really sweet, but so incredibly disgusting at the same time.

Anna followed her timidly, and quietly sat down on the indicated chair opposite of Elsa's.

"Now Anna, I hope it's okay if I call you that?" The girl quickly nodded, and Elsa continued. "Okay, Anna, I still have to record your statement. Are you okay with that?"

"Uh, yeah. I guess." She still looked incredibly lost.

"Don't worry, you'll get a transcript that we'll both sign, so you know there's no foul play involved." Elsa said with a wink. Anna seemed to lighten up a bit.

"Okay, first I'd like you to state your name, age and place of residence."

The girl hesitated for a bit, before saying "Anna Keller, 24 years, 91 Astoria Boulevard, Door 3, New York City."

"Very good. Right! Let's get started. This is detective Elsa McKay, NYPD 3141, with the witness report of the aforementioned Anna Keller concerning a missing person. So, you want to report your roommate as missing, is that correct?"

Anna nodded, and quickly added "Y-yes.", when Elsa smiled and pointed to the small microphone sitting in front of her.

"What is your roommate's name, and when did they go missing?"

"Um, Nicole Summers, and she left our apartment yesterday morning. That's the last I've heard of her. It's not unusual for her to vanish for a day or two, but she always replies to texts or calls, and I've heard nothing from her since yesterday. I went out asking our mutual friends, but they haven't heard anything from her, either. So when she still wasn't home today at noon I became worried, and decided to come here." She shrunk back in her chair, appearing even smaller.

Elsa sent her a reassuring smile. "That was the right thing to do, Anna. She's probably just sleeping off a hangover and her phone ran out of battery, but it never hurts to be cautious. Now, was there anything out of the ordinary when she left yesterday morning?"

Anna fidgeted in her seat. "Well, the night before she brought a boy with her. I wasn't supposed to be home because I had planned to go out with a few friends, but I didn't feel well so I stayed home and watched Netflix. I mean, that's no biggie and I went back to my room because I didn't want to disturb them, but apparently the guy was very upset that they weren't alone. I heard them arguing in her room and then he stormed out. She was really pissed that I had scared off her date, but we made up with some hot chocolate." She smiled at that. "Anyway, yesterday morning she realized that the guy had forgotten his wallet and she said she would just go over to his place and return it real quick, it wasn't that far away from our apartment. Somewhere on 30th Avenue. I don't know where exactly. And after that, nothing. She'll be alright, won't she?"`Worry and concern were obvious in her voice.

Elsa smiled again. "I'm sure she's fine, and now that I'm on it she'll be home in no time, you'll see."

After a sip from her now cold coffee, she continued. "Now, do you remember anything about the man she brought home? His name, how he looked, what he wore?"

Anna thought back. "His name was Michael, I didn't catch his last name. He was pretty average, aside from the ridiculous beard he had. It was really bushy and not very well kempt, I'm surprised she even brought him home, she's usually very conscious of those things."

"Okay. Was there anything unusual about him? Was he overly aggressive, or nervous?"

"Well, yeah he was pretty upset that I was there, which I found a bit weird. Oh, and his eyes!"

Elsa furrowed her brows. "His eyes?"

Anna shuddered at the memory. "Yeah, he had really piercing eyes. A deep gray, it was almost unnatural. Gave me the creeps. Other than that, I'm afraid I don't remember much. As I said, I quickly retreated to my room to give them some space. I only heard bits of the argument, and how the door slammed when he stormed off."

"Anything specific on what they were arguing about?"

Anna thought back, frowning. "No, sorry. I could only hear that he was clearly angry."

"That's okay, Anna." Elsa said, smiling again. "Now, is there anything else you can think of? Any small detail that might seem unimportant to you? It could help us a great deal."

Anna thought very hard, frowning again. "Well, now that you mentioned it, he had his right hand in his pocket, like all the time. He seemed to be playing around with something. I figured it was his phone or his keys maybe, so I didn't pay it much mind. Other than that...no, nothing. Sorry." She looked exhausted.

"It's alright, Anna. You did great. Now I'll call Steven, our sketch artist, and he'll draw the man your roommate was with, so we know what we're looking for. Do you happen to have a photo of Nicole with you?"

Anna nodded and moved to retrieve it from her purse.

"She's a very pretty girl" Elsa said, watching the bright blonde hair and the deep blue eyes. Anna nodded, blushing slightly.

"I had a little bit of a crush on her when we first met in college, but now we're best friends. You have to find her. Please!"

Elsa smiled again, wondering how dumb her constant smiling must look. "Don't worry. She'll be back in no time, and tell you a crazy story over some hot chocolate."

Anna giggled, lightening up a bit.

Elsa picked up her phone and quick-dialed a number. "Steven? Yeah, it's Elsa. I'm in need of your divine gift. No, I'll bring her down. Be there in five."

Anna smirked at the exchange.

"His ego needs a little stroking every now and then", Elsa said with a wink. "Now, I'll bring you down to Steven, and while you two are busy I'll type this out and come find you when you're done, so we can both sign it, okay?"

Anna nodded, obviously relieved that it was over. Elsa reached into her desk and withdrew a card that had her name and number on it.

"Here, I'm giving you my number. If you think of anything else that might help us, no matter how small or insignificant, please don't hesitate to call. Even if it's 3 AM."

Anna took the card and gingerly placed it in her purse, as if it was some great treasure that needed special safekeeping. Elsa escorted her down to Steven who warmly welcomed her and immediately set out to work. Half an hour later, Elsa had printed out the transcript and headed down again. She looked through the large window separating Steve's office from the large space where the beat cops had their desks. They were still at work. Another thirty minutes later, and Anna finally walked out of the office, completely drained. Elsa smiled and approached her.

"Hey Anna. I hope Steven wasn't too much of a diva?"

Anna smiled weakly, and shook her head. "No, he was really sweet. And boy, can he draw!"

Elsa laughed at that. "That's why he's so good at his job. Now, I have the transcript here, we just need to sign both copies, okay?" She laid a hand on Anna's back to gently nudge her towards a desk, but took it away when she felt the girl stiffen beneath her touch. Anna blushed and picked up her pace, almost bumping into the furniture. Elsa had to stifle a giggle.

"Alright, read it through carefully. If there's a part you're not okay with we can go back and look it over."

Anna did as she was told, and after about ten minutes of reading her copy and confirming that both sheets were identical, she signed them on the 'Witness'-line. Elsa grabbed a pen and signed for 'Officer in charge'.

"Okay, done and done. Now you should head home and get some sleep. Will you be alright? My shift is over, I can drive you home if you want." Elsa smacked herself internally. 'What the fuck? Why did I just say that?'

To her relief, Anna declined her offer. "No, it's quite alright. I'll catch a cab."

"Are you sure?" Another mental smack.

"Yeah. You already did enough for me today, Elsa, umm, I mean McKay I mean Officer Elsa...I'll stop talking now." She blushed furiously.

Elsa giggled. "Don't worry about it. And don't forget, call me if you suddenly remember something else. Good bye."

Anna gave a small wave and left the precinct.

Elsa looked after her retreating form, and when Anna was out the doors, she entered Steven's office.

"So that's our man." she said, studying the drawing.

"Looks like it." Steven replied. "Think this will help you guys along?"

Elsa sighed. "I hope so. You don't see a face like that every day."

Kristoff stared at the picture hanging at the bulletin board in their office. "Now that's something you don't see every day. One ugly motherfucker. Wonder how he gets all those girls to take him home."

Elsa laughed. "Well, you manage to pick up a girl every now and then, and look at you."

If looks could kill, Kristoff would have been charged with second-degree homicide.

"Well, you don't make it easy, making all the cute girls bat for the other team."

Elsa blushed. "Can't help it if the competition is so weak."

A knock interrupted them, and again it was Neil's head sticking through the door.

"Hey lovebirds, now did I promise anything less?" If smugness had gravity he'd be halfway to China right now.

"Yes, Neil, thanks a ton. You're a real life saver." Elsa said, surprisingly without any hint of sarcasm. "Well, it's 8 PM now, and my head feels like a beehive. The pictures and descriptions have been distributed to the officers on patrol tonight? Good, I'm gonna head home, and nail this mofo's ass tomorrow."

Neil took that as his cue to open the door fully. "Listen, Elsa, maybe you'd like to get a beer or dinner sometime?"

Elsa rolled her eyes. "Neil, for the nth time. I'm gay, and you can't un-gay me. I'd love to grab a beer or two with you some time after hours, but you need to get this date-thing out of your head. Okay? And definitely not today, I just wanna go home and pass out."

Neil kept his smile, but it was a grimace now. "Alright Elsa, just a beer, some time this week. Alright?"

Despite everything, Elsa managed a smile. "Yeah, Neil. Just a drink between colleagues. I'd like that."

And with that, Neil was gone again.

Kristoff looked at her amused. "What was that, like the twelfth time he's asked you out?"

Elsa rubbed her temples again. "I stopped counting after five. I hope he's finally taken the hint."

"Well, now that he's out, wanna grab a beer?"

Elsa smiled, but shook her head. "Nah, I meant it when I said I want to pass out. But thanks anyway. Tomorrow."

"I gotcha. Anyway, see you tomorrow, feisty pants, bright and early."

Elsa scoffed. "The words 'bright' and 'early' together in a sentence don't exist in my universe."

Kristoff laughed. "Night, Els."

"Night, Kris." she replied while turning off the light in their office.

"What's so funny?" the girl yelled over the booming music.

"Nothing." Elsa said, "Just had to think about something from work."

She looked at the woman, lust filling her eyes. "Why don't we go somewhere more...quiet?"

The girl nodded, taking her hand. "My apartment is just around the corner."

They burst through her door, lips locked. Miraculously they made it to the bedroom without breaking the kiss or stumbling to the ground. Clothes were coming off at a frantic speed, and soon enough Elsa was writhing and moaning beneath the touch of a woman she had met thirty minutes earlier. As she neared her peak, on thought crossed her mind. 'I'm gonna pass out alright.'

hey guys, another fic *yay*

thought you' get some smut on day one, didn't you? no such luck, pervs. gotta wait a while for that :P

once again i repeat the warnings from th descripion: there will be 'very' graphic depictions of violence. i'm talking mutilated bodies graphic. also some (maybe) sexy femslash (depending how my smut works out). if that's not your cup of tea you should stop reading.

as with all my fics, any suggestions and/or criticism is very welcome and encouraged, be it through PMs, reviews, or letters wrapped around a stone and thrown through my window. i'm not above rewriting stuff if you feel i should. aso, you're welcome to guss where i got the names for elsa's parents.

apologies in advance if i fuck some things up, i'm not overly familiar with U.S. laws or police (trying to do my research, though). once again, don't hesitate tocall me out on my bulshit. if it's not important to the plot i'll change it.

anyway, revies are appreciated.

08/22/15: changed a sentence to make the plot run along smoothly. whoever spots it gets one million fake internet points ;)
09/26/15: the story now features an amazing cover image, made by the insanely talented jungie14295. the link to the picture and her DeviantArt is on my profile page. check out her gorgeous pieces :)

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