Hello, just a few notes before we get into it.

There are a few explicit content warnings. There will be mentions and descriptions if a dead Jane Doe. There will also be smut in later chapters, as well as foul language. Discretion is advised.

Now onto story details of you're still here. This is a Crenny/Creek love triangle story with main plot focusing on Crenny, as well as Kyman.

I hope you guys enjoy this and please leave a review to let me know if there's anything I can change or improve! If you enjoy, let me know that I should continue. Thank you!

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Twenty-five and tired was becoming a common description of the young adults in South Park. A generation that had grown up more apathetic than the last, and Tweek felt he was the worst of them all. Things never really seemed to go his way, and it was taking its toll.

For him, today was just another mundane day. He went through the same process; Get up, brew some coffee, shower, enjoy a cup or two as a substitute for breakfast, get dressed and finally head out for work at his parents coffee shop that he'd one day inherit. Luckily, he didn't have responsibility over it quite yet, and he didn't have to go too early because his father opened. It was a pretty big deal to him, mostly because he didn't get any rest until the early hours of the morning.

He had decided this particular morning, since he'd left a bit early, that he'd make a point of enjoying this walk instead of rushing there. He thought about taking some of the trails by his home for a change of scenery, but hadn't fully decided. It was all just an effort to put him in a better mood for the day.

The air around him was much warmer than usual, an added bonus which caused him to unzip the front of his puffy coat he'd worn. The scarf his grandmother had knit him was unravelled from his neck, now haphazardly hanging out of his pants pocket, half stuffed inside. His normally rosy cheeks were only slightly tinted from the breeze that occasionally rolled through the tree line and threated a chill up his spine.

As a result of the warm weather, the months worth of snow were melting and causing puddles to form on the poorly maintained sidewalk. Of course this was the downside of spring, though the blonde tried his hardest to make the most of it, hopping playfully to dodge the wet spots. He promised himself that nothing would ruin his already brighter outlook on his day.

Before he could fully enjoy this little game he had created on the sidewalk, it abruptly ended in favour of of a beaten, dirt path. The trail lead around the outskirts of town and passed the McCormick's home. The row of houses ended with the decrepit one that Kenny used to live in. If he turned left it would lead straight to the business part of town, it was only a couple more blocks, five minutes at the most. He stood and weighed his options for a moment. He knew if he pondered too long he'd cause himself anxiety. Before that could happen, his brain impulsively moved on it's own and where it lead him was down the muddy dirt path.

The puddles here were a bit harder to avoid, his shoes quickly becoming dirty from the tough terrain. He began to realize that this probably wasn't the better option in hindsight, but now, in his mind, it was too late to turn back. Even though this way was the longer route, it was still only about an extra five minutes, so he didn't have to deal with it for much longer. He was still keeping a positive frame of mind.

His eyes scanned over the ground around him, observing his path in an attempt to keep his feet dry then occasionally glancing to the remainder of the snow that had yet to melt. It must have been pretty high to still cling on in these temperatures, that was probably part of the reason the train looked unkempt. Fallen branches and dislodged rocks littered his way, causing him to manoeuvre around them. It was still nice to take it all in time to time though. Sticks, rocks, mud, fingers..

He suddenly stopped dead in his tracks, eyes widening as he repeated and sifted through his thoughts. Fingers? No, it must have been sticks that resembled Fingers, right? He didn't want to look and find out, he should have just kept going, but curiosity got the best of him. He knew He d be thinking about it all day if he didn't anyway, better to erase the thought and move on.

Tweek slowly turned in place until he could see the spot again. He saw them, and staring at them face to face, he couldn't deny what he saw; a human hand with human fingers connected to a once living arm. This time, he couldn't convince himself it was anything else, and that scared him so badly that he couldn't move a muscle. Just stare.

The purple digits were curled horrifically, though they hardly looked decomposed at all. His eyes trailing he saw the arm that was hardly as discolored as the frost bitten hand, though it was gruesomely obvious that animals had found her as well once the snow began to melt. Her face and parts of her outstretched arm were covered by a mess of matted, long blonde hair. He was pretty sure he didn't want to see it anyway, or the rest of her body, the splotches of red that tainted the ground nearly making him sick.

Once his adrenaline kicked in, he picketed a bit, not sure which way to even run in his fuzzy mind. He just knew he had to get out of there. He's not sure when exactly, but he found himself sprinting, mud splashing all over his clean, baby blue jeans as his feet slammed against the ground with every step.

Craig was the first detective to show up on the scene, and he was pretty sure he would be the only one. He was working out of a station in Denver. There was far more crime there which meant more work and better pay. Since South Park was such a small town it paled in comparison, as a result there were hardly any reported homicides. His partner, or mentor as he liked to call himself, didn't even bother to come out. He insisted there were more pressing cases at the station that still needed solving. Because of this, he was on his first ever case alone.

The male appeared as stoic as ever, trying his hardest not to feel a pang of guilt. He had moved away as soon as he graduated from high school, essentially packing up and driving away that very same day. He knew what he wanted to do and a school had accepted him that would teach him how so he felt no need to hesitate. Denver had already treated him more nicely than this Podunk town ever had anyway.

When he approached the scene, it had already been tapped off and a few uniforms stood around it joking about something, laughs echoing in the quiet forest. As he approached, his shoes slapped against the wet soil and made it hard for them to not notice him. A couple familiar faces turned to peer at him, as well a couple unrecognizable ones.

The first he took note of was officer Barbrady who was still looking as dimwitted as ever. He had to be almost seventy now so it was a wonder they still allowed him to serve on the force. At least seeing him brought back some weird type of nostalgia, unlike the two who stood beside him.

He had never pegged Kenny as the type to become a cop. He scoffed, muttering to himself "I guess they let anyone join now". He assumed the male was Kenny anyway, he's certainly grown a lot since they'd last seen each other. He had to be six feet tall, ditching the surfer cut he'd had in high school in favour of a shorter top and buzzed sides. His blonde strands were gelled back and out of his face.

On his right was Kyle, who made more sense as an officer. He was smart, athletic and had a lawyer for a father who'd certainly taught him a thing or two. He seemingly hadn't grown at all, still standing about the same height as Craig at five-eight. He had been the tallest around them for a while but that had clearly changed at some point, unlike his unruly red curls.

They both looked surprised to see him. The taller of the two, of course, smiled at him in that lopsided way he always had while Kyle's expression quickly turned to one of disgust.

"Looking good, Tucker." Kenny had to say in his usual tone.

Craig tried to ignore him, cursing himself for thinking that maybe something more insightful would come out of his mouth. He pulled a pair of rubber gloves from his pocket, slipping them on and letting the elastic slap against the skin of his wrist. After he ducked under the tape to see what exactly he was working with.

"Same as always, I guess." The Jew had to chime in with an attitude. "Are you too good to talk to use still?" he tried to tease but it came out sounding more like something a open star would say .

"Can we just get this over with? Where's the M.E. anyway?" he asked, approaching the body and hearing Kenny approach from behind as well.

"He's also coming from Denver. Must've gotten lost." The voice said from behind him, the man using Craig as a shield from the dead girl.

"Fantastic." He rebutted sarcastically as he squated less than a foot from the corpse, getting a good look of the scene. He had been rather weak stomach in the beginning, fainting the first time he visited a body farm. Luckily for him, you could only look at something so many times before you became desensitized to it. It made sense for him but Kenny didn't seem too bothered by it either, not like Kyle who had his back turned away from it and stayed lingering outside of the tape.

He scanned over every inch of flesh that wasn't hidden by clothing before his hand swept the hair from her face. He got a pretty good view of her features, the half of her face that wasn't invaded in mud anyway. He tried to set the mass of hair down which proved to be easier than it should have been. It was so tangled that it basically moved as one entity. Her eyes were missing, but he couldn't really expect them to still be here. The good part was that most of the rest of her features were still in tact. It was a relief only a detective and a composite sketch artist would understand. This meant that identifying her should have been a whole lot easier, especially if she was from this tiny town. Not many visitors came here, After all. Why would they?

He noticed piercing that clung to the decomposing cartilage of her ears, four on one ear and two on the other. It also appeared she had, at one point, had an eyebrow piercing that had been ripped out.

He had to waddle a bit to work his way around to the torso, trying to get a better look. It was hard to tell much of anything without moving her, that with the added wildlife getting to her. The snow had awarded them off for a while, it seemed, which certainly worked in their favour, it would also make it harder to figure out when she'd died though. He decided not to touch the clothing just yet, not until after photographs were taken and the M.E. could get a good look.

He rose to his feet, coming up with a couple theories right away. She must have been here during a snow storm, it was the only way that she would have been buried quickly enough for animals to not take notice. That only narrowed it down to once a week in this shithole. The other thing he could deduce was that she was alive when she was left out here. The frostbite and the way her arm was outstretched indicated that she might have been crawling for help. It must have been a slow, terrible death for her.

"Find anything?" Kenny asked as he shifted from the spot he'd been watching from, exiting and holding the yellow tape up for Craig to do so too.

He ducked under as he spoke. "A couple things, but I can't disclose that." There was really nothing to disclose, but he was far from admitting that. "Who found the body?"

"That ex of yours.." Kyle finally decided to open his mouth again, too bad he couldn't find it in himself to speak professionally.

"Tweek?" he raised a brow.

"Who else was willing to date you?"

"That's none of your business really."

"I'll take that as none." He rubbtled.

"Hello, I'm officer McCormick, let me know if there's anything I can do to help. And I really mean anything." He interrupted, trying to break the tension in his own goofy way.

The Tourette couldn't stop his eyes from rolling back into his head for a couple seconds, though somewhere deep inside he wanted to smile at the absurdity. "I'd actually rather you didn't help me with anything, but.."

"But?"

The detective pulled his gloves off, moving to stand in front of him as he pulled his business card out of his suit jackets pocket with a newly freed hand. "As much as I don't want to give this to you, I'll need you to contact me if you find anything at all. I'm pretty much alone on this case."

Kenny took the card contently but his red headed companion wasn't happy with this. "Are you insinuating that we leave now?"

"Please enlighten me on why I'd need six officers here when there is no paparazzi and no crowd. I think a couple will do once the Medical Examiner arrives. It's clear you can't be bothered to work with me anyway, even though that's a dead girl laying right there."

He grimaced but couldn't argue, glaring daggers until the sound of more footsteps in the mud broke the silence.

A tall, dark haired male trudged through the mud. His black waves bounced with his steps. He was a bit intimidating, at least six inches taller than Craig and aged to around forty with much more wisdom and experience. His expression appeared serious and in moving as he looked over the body and then the group. That is, until he was standing in front of Craig.

"Well, hey there. Sorry we had to meet under these circumstances, though this is unfortunately in our job descriptions and I'm sure we don't have time for social lives." He joked with a smile before offering a hand which Craig happily shook. "Call me Benette, since we'll probably be getting to know each other there's no need for any of the formalities."

"Its a pleasure, Detective Tucker." He flashed his badge out of necessary for the law, tucking it away as he continued. "Denver homicide division."

They made small talk for a couple minutes as they waited for his crew to arrive. They were in protective suits which were more meant to preserve evidence than anything else since they'd be handling her. They brought large bags filled with equipment.

"We'll handle it from here, Tucker."

"Sounds great, let me give you my card. " He said before offering it in exchange for the other's. "We'll keep in touch."

Once Craig exited the bubble he's gotten himself lost in with the M.E., he turned to realize most everyone was gone aside from Kenny and a couple middle aged officers.

"Well, you ready to go?"he asked.

"Where?"

"To see Tweek.."