Hi!
I managed to come back into the writing world, after setting aside my original story after getting a plot bunny (and my morbid curiosity into the criminal/medical world) stuck into my brain. To give a fair warning, this is, for the most part, unbeta-ed (aka unedited besides what I manage to catch), so if I do make mistake, I really am sorry.
Another fair warning: there is a very big reason why it is at one of the highest ratings for the site; this story will get dark at times. Meaning there are somewhat explicit scenes of murder sites, mentions of rape/sexual assault, hate crimes, etc. Usually, I don't like writing about things that get as dark as this, but the plot bunny buried itself deep within my mind. With that being said, there are parts in which I do keep it light with comedy and slight OOC-ness. Bear with me for a few chapters because you will soon see our loveable hero again.
Final things before you can continue: I don't own anything at all, except for my OC. Meaning Any Hetalia characters you see in this book are not mine and the places/people mentioned are real-life people. Will try to update bi-weekly, but with my upper-division classes for uni, we'll see how far that'll go.
It was a quiet night in the middle of August. The humidity of the Bay Area was finally dying down after a long day, and a few friends were enjoying the refreshing breeze coming from Hunter's Point. The ocean in front of them lapped at the wooden posts holding up the bridge, whispering off into the air. The sun showed off its most impressive hues of deep red and purples while it hid behind the horizon. They continued walking along the pier, quietly chatting away about the ongoings of the Naval Base and their plans for the incoming weekend. The group stopped before reaching the edge and peered down. The smell was still there from their morning patrol, and even though they had reported it to their superiors, they couldn't find the source of the smell. They had mused that it was probably some dead animal, and left it at that.
Until now.
"You guys seeing what I am seeing right?"
Hanging from the ledge there was a garbage bag tied by some rope.
"The tide must have hidden it earlier. Someone give me a hand to reel it in. I swear, if someone thought that it was funny to dump their trash like this, I will see to it that they get punished by the law."
They continued to tug onto the rope until it reached the top of the pier. They hoisted it up and dropped it onto the pier with a loud thunk.
"Call our supervisors that we found the source of the smell," of them said as he held his nose, "Now let's see what's inside."
He pulled out his pocket knife and began to cut open the bag as one of the others got on the radio to notify someone about their findings. The person who was cutting open the bag gave a startled yell and tried to scoot as far away as possible while gagging from the smell before passing out on the pier's floor. HIs buddies were highly concerned and rushed themselves over to him, trying to the best of their abilities to help him up. One of them was curious and broke away from the pack and headed towards the bag. He managed to peer over the edge of the bag before giving a shout of alarm:
"These are human bones! Human bones! Raise the alarm!"
"What's the situation?"
"Charred remains found after someone called in a suspicious bag tied to a pier in Hunter's Point while reporting a bad smell coming from it as they passed by it earlier this morning. FBI is already at the scene along with the San Franciscan Police investigators. Since the evidence was badly burned and water-logged, we have no traces of DNA belonging to either the victim or the suspect. Naval Forces are currently looking into how the suspect managed to get access "
She began to suit up before entering the crime scene, deftly sliding on her gloves, "You've already had the PD look through the Missing Person's files?"
"They are currently looking for missing reports case within a 10-mile radius."
"Have them search for missing person cases within the entirety of the city's parameters. Especially those that have gone missing within the past 3 months, but not prior to the 3 days. If it does smell enough to be noticeable, then it has been there for a while. Send me an email or call me once you get more information about it."
"Of course."
Once she finished putting on her protective gear, she began to push people from the crowd in order to get onto the crime scene. As soon as she arrived at the taped-off zone, she slipped underneath the tape and rushed to the crime scene.
"Excuse me miss, but you can't be here."
She whipped her head over to the person addressing her. His Caribbean blue eyes were filled with concern for her safety, "May you please leave the premises? I am sure that-"
She cut him off by showing him her custom badge, "Private Detective Alicia Fernandez. Was invited to the crime scene by the Chief of the San Fransisco Investigative Department."
He continued to trail after her, incredulous that this pipsqueak girl was someone on the team, begging her to leave, yet she ignored him and continued on with purpose. At one time, he clasped her hand and harshly tugged to stop her from going. She shifted her body once again, a dead-pan look on her face, before letting a sigh escape from her mouth before answering him, "Look, man. I don't know what your problem is with me being here. I told you the truth; I am Alicia Fernandez who was only recently added to the team, seeing that the knucklehead leading the San Franciscan Police department is lost and is looking for more clues to whomever the victim or the suspect is. So would you please, for whatever deity you follow, stop telling me what to do? Please?"
He still refused to acknowledge her request, "Yeah and I'm Santa Claus!" he answered exasperatedly, "Look, ma'am, just because you think you are the biggest hot-shot here, who thinks you can command everyone to do their bidding, does it mean-"
"Excuse me! I never said or did such a thing! Plus, do I look older than your mother for you to be using ma'am on!?"
"Well, EXCUSE ME, princess!"
"Sir, if you don't-"
They were both interrupted by Gregory Mar and Eric Vintero, the captains of the Administrative Bureau of the Forensic Division and Crime Information Services respectively. "Nice to have you here, Detective Fernandez. Glad you could make it," Captain Mar announced.
"Pleasure was all mine," she replied and shook the hands of both captains. She turned to face the guy that she was arguing with earlier. "Hey kid," she asked, "can you explain why the FBI is in on this case as well?"
He stuttered, "W-well, the higher-ups are concerned that this is connected with 2 other murderers that happened within the past year, that's why we are here."
She nodded, "So you are one of them? Nice to know. Will keep that in mind."
"I take it that you have introduced yourselves, yes?" Captain Vintero pressed on, giving both detectives a wayward glance. The two in question gave each other a side glance before sourly introducing each other:
"Private Detective Alicia Fernandez."
"FBI investigator Alfred Fletcher Jones, at your service. Princess," he finished, in order to irk her off some more. She returned a peevish glare back to him, not trying to hide how annoyed she was.
"Let's get started then. I hope you two won't mind working together for the sake of the joint investigation, right?"
Alfred let his eyes roll, He was not looking forward to working with this arrogant woman at all. Somehow, neither captain saw his disgust, but Alicia retorted back in mid whisper, "Keep rolling your eyes. Maybe you'll find a brain in there. Probably behind your egoistical cloud that covers your judgment."
He couldn't help himself but let out a groan of frustration.
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