A little something that came to mind…

I don't own Big Time Rush, any of the actors OR the characters. I also don't own the cover photo for this story, so if you know who took it or who's in it; tell them not to sue me. I'm using it because the man in it bears a lot of resemblance to my male protagonist. Who I just gave his identity away... *facepalm*

Hope you all enjoy it.

"Dude, hurry up!" The taller blonde shouted as he jogged towards the crowd of reporters.

The brunette, who was after the blonde, looked around him. He inspected the huge villa to his right with an experienced eye. His gaze went to his right as he accelerated his speed to catch up to the blonde, his eyes carefully scanning the small marina overlooking the ocean, watching the yachts that belonged to the wealthy families owning the fancy line of houses.

It was well after two in the morning; he'd woken up with a call from his co-worker and good friend, telling him about the murder in that fancy district. He had changed and grabbed his camera in record time, trying to get to the crime scene before many reporters and photographers did. He saw that their efforts to get there fast went in vain, as he spotted the of reporters and flashing lights surrounding the perimeter; the cops trying to do their best at holding them back, shouting that cameras weren't allowed at the moment.

They neared the cops and he could see the two bodies on the porch, covered with white bed sheets and blood seeping from underneath. He turned on his camera and tried to get a clear shot, failing miserably due to the chaos going around him and getting elbowed a few times by other photographers in the process.

The brunette sighed and backed away from the havoc, his eyes going back to the marina. He squinted his eyes at the yacht that was tied directly in front of the crime scene; and he took a couple of steps towards it, ignoring his co-worker's calls. He ducked as he neared the steps leading to the marina and stepped quietly behind a bush. He kept crouching as he trailed the bushes till the next house, climbing down the steps to the marina and jumping on the second yacht to the right.

He climbed the steps to the second floor of the yacht, cursing slightly at the creaking noise. He walked to the front of the yacht, still crouching. He held his camera to his eyes and adjusted the lens, smirking at the silhouette he saw on board the first yacht. He walked to the edge of the second floor, letting his camera fall and dangle around his neck. He jumped over the railing, landing quietly on the tinted glass of the first floor cabin, careful not to slide down the inclined surface; happy with his attire of black leather jacket, grey v-neck and black jeans that had helped him blend in and remain unnoticed by the person in the other yacht.

As he watched closely through the lens of his camera, things started to get clearer and he had never been more thankful for the see-through glass of the other yacht; that allowed him to trace the figure's, now known to be a man, every move. He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, but he ignored it as he watched the man open something below him and bend down. The man in question straightened up again, now holding an AK-47.

He snapped picture after picture of the man's every move, watching as he took aim towards someone among the group of reporters, who were still trying to get the scoop about the murder of one of the most well-respected business men in the state.

And then all hell broke loose.

I'm aware it's short, but it's just a prologue. Those are meant to be short.

I hope you guys leave me some feedback, let me know what you all think.

-J