Without a trace
Magnus sighed and laid his head down on his arms. He'd been working non-stop to find thirty seven year old Jessica Darling, who had mysteriously disappeared out of her bedroom four days ago in broad daylight without a trace. There hadn't even been finger prints. Her husband had called in as soon as he had noticed she was gone. Of course, she hadn't been considered missing until two days ago because missing persons weren't actually considered 'missing' until they were gone for forty-eight hours. He rubbed at his aching head, and closed his eyes. Just for a minute, he told himself. He hadn't realized he had been dozing until a hand tapped his shoulder and a loud voice called his name. He was shaken from his nap. He bolted upright, blinking furiously and rubbing at his eyes.
"Sorry, Kurt, must've been more out of it than I thought," he mumbled under his breath.
"How long have you been here, kid?" Kurt's rough voice asked. He looked over at the older man and ran a weary hand over his face and through his blond curls.
"I don't know. I guess since yesterday?" he replied with a slight frown.
"Are you asking me or telling me?" the older detective asked with amusement in his voice.
"Telling you, I suppose," Magnus said with a sheepish grin. "Sorry, did you need something?"
"Only for you to fix my bloody computer. It won't let me pull up my e-mail." Kurt muttered irritably. Magnus smirked up at the detective, who just glowered down at him. He pushed himself up and stretched his aching back with a groan. Kurt watched him carefully for a moment before turning and heading off to his office. Magnus frowned at the black screen of his laptop and all the files surrounding it and then marched after Kurt. He sat heavily in Kurt's chair and set to work figuring out what the computers problem was. He frowned. It was down. That was odd; his had been working just fine. It wouldn't even turn on. He looked around as the lights flickered, not unlike something in a horror movie and it was eerily creepy. He stood as the lights went completely out, and glanced back at Kurt, who had a deep frown on his face. Magnus stood and slowly walked out of the detective's office to see what the problem was. People were looking around, confused. He quickly walked up to Anne-Britt.
"Do you know what's happened?" He asked her. She shook her head.
"No, the power is completely shut down. Even the copying machines don't work," She said, sounding troubled. That was when it happened. They all heard the garbling sound of static, and then someone's computer turned itself on. All of the detectives gathered around it. On the screen, a man was sitting in a wooden chair with a black ski mask over his face. Magnus noted that he was wearing an expensive looking suit and leather shoes.
"I bet you're all wondering what has happened here," the man said with a deep American accent in a voice that bled with power. "But that doesn't matter. What matters is that you have something I want, and I'm not going to stop until I get it. You have a boy in custody. His name is James Franco. I'm going to kill someone every four day's until I get him. You won't see me coming, believe me," The man turned the screen, and there they saw Jessica Darling. Her curly blond hair was messy and her makeup was running, like she had recently been crying. She was tied to a chair and had a gag in her mouth. Magnus flinched, the need to do something too strong for him to ignore, but he couldn't do anything. Jessica looked as if she was trying to say something to them, but the gag was preventing them from understanding it. "May this be your warning; I am not playing games," the man said, before raising his arm. Magnus saw in fear that there was handgun in his clearly experienced black gloved hand. Jessica's eyes widened, and tears started streaming down her face again. The man pulled the trigger. There was a loud bang and then there was a hole right between Jessica's eyes and she slumped over, her green staring eyes dull and lifeless. "I will choose my next victim tonight. You have four days, Detectives. I suggest you move quickly," the man said, finality in his voice, before the screen went black. The power came back on, the lights flickering once before coming back on completely. Computer and laptop screens came back to life, but there was silence. Kurt was the one to break it. He looked Magnus dead in the eyes before speaking in an utterly serious voice;
"Find him, Martinsson. He's going to kill again and we're going to find the bloody bastard before he gets the chance."
Alright, guy's I know this was kind of short, but I'll try to lengthen up the chapters. Please read and review! I always love to hear what y'all think! Plus, they help me write faster *hint hint*. This story was for Detective Vinci who left a wonderful review and asked for another fic. Here ya go! Hope you like it!
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