Chapter 1

"Oh, fuck off!" Beca shouted into her pillow as her phone rang.

'Why do all crimes have to be discovered at 6am?' she thought to herself angrily, sleep-deprived and grumpy. Yes, even grumpier than usual. The phone didn't stop its persistent and irritating ringing, so she gave up and reached over to the bedside table to make the call.

"Took you long enough." Aubrey Posen, another homicide detective in the 13th precinct with Beca. She was the uptight, formal blonde detective and Beca is the I-don't-give-a-shit, blunt one. But together, they were a goddamn good team.

"Calm down, Posen. I'll be there in 10. Where are you?" Beca half yawned, half mumbled, she was absolutely knackered.

"New York Presbyterian." Aubrey replied. Wait a hospital. This wasn't good.

"Oh. I'm coming as quick as I can." The brunette slightly in shock.

"Good. Hurry the fuck up, we need you."

"Uh huh. Bye Posen"

"Auf Wierdesehen, Mitchell" the blonde was getting impatient and so she hung up and took a sip of her coffee. She hated stereotypes but dammit, coffee was good. She swore half of the department was addicted, caffeine was like a drug to some cops.

Beca Mitchell, homicide detective in the 13th precinct of the NYPD, was worried about a case, for once in her life. A hospital was the last place she expected to be called to at around six in the morning. But alas, she stepped out of her black Volvo with coffee (obviously) and headed towards the blonde detective.

"Ready?" Aubrey asked, looking into one of the many glass windows. Beca could tell something was off with the blonde, she looked uneasy. It was unusual. Strange. Aubrey never let her emotions, definitely not at work. "It just isn't professional", she would say.

"Yep" the small brunette replied, trying to be sure but having her voice break and sounding like a fourteen year old boy. Aubrey smirked at this and followed the sea of NYPD into the building.

Sarah Buxill, osteopathic surgeon was stabbed in the back and was found in her office by her co-worker. Normal enough, right? (for a murder anyway.) Well, it would be if the CCTV had suddenly stopped and turned to the TV static, just like in the horror movies. CCTV in every inch of the building had stopped in fact, and no one knew why. And the spanner, Sarah Buxill was stabbed with a fucking spanner.

Beca had just been informed of this by Danny Solder, who worked at the Manhattan Morgue and was part of the 13th precinct. He was just about to hand her the autopsy report when she saw something. That something was a person. And now she couldn't breathe.

The person (woman, infact) was gorgeous. With her curly, red hair and piercing baby blue eyes, Beca stood there in awe. Until Aubrey slapped her across the face.

"Mitchell! Can you concentrate for ten fucking seconds without checking someone out? Get your mind out of the gutter, someone's been murdered for God's sake!" Aubrey screeched at Beca. She wouldn't have cared about what Aubrey had just said, but she realised everyone had stopped what they were doing and turned round to see what the distraction was. The small detective blushed and made an effort not to look at the beautiful redhead that had just walked past.

"So, um, the autopsy reports…" Danny broke the silence.

"Uh, yeah, yep, go ahead, yep." Beca snapped back into reality and tried to hide the blush creeping up on her cheeks.

"Well, I put the time of death between half seven and nine last night. The bruises on her waist and wrist indicate she was held down, perhaps forced into a chair. She was stabbed with a seven inch spanner in the back, it pierced her lungs, they filled with blood and she drowned. But the killer left something. A single piece of camouflage fabric," Danny handed them a small, dirty rag, encased in a plastic folder. And it had a number on it. 0908.

"What does the number stand for?" Beca asked curiously. She hadn't noticed Janet had appeared and was now listening to their conversation.

"It's a troop number," Beca jumped back in shock when Janet spoke. "Judging from the type of camo, the soldier wearing this would've served in Afghanistan. From the wear and tear marks and the dust on this thing, I'd say it's been sitting in someone's pocket for the last five years."

Beca turned and spoke to Danny.

"Right then, check the database for 0908 troop in Afghanistan in the last 5-10 years," Danny nodded and set off back to work. "Janet, I'm gonna need you to talk to family members, tell them about the news, ask them about her relationship with colleagues, stuff like that. Oh, and be sympathetic, I know that might be hard for you." Janet flashed her a sarcastic smile, spun round and flipped her off.

"Bec, I'll go talk to the hospital about security, who was in that day and whatever the fuck happened to the CCTV. You go talk to the colleagues," Beca replied with a "yep, sure" and was seemingly calm until Aubrey added "I know you like the ginger one," and winked. Beca scowled but then smirked.

"You know me too well, Posen" Beca replied, chuckling.

"That I do Mitchell. Now go in there and do your shit. Oh, and be sympathetic, I know that might be hard for you." Aubrey replied, copying Beca's words. Beca smiled and giggled slightly. Yes, Beca Mitchell is capable of giggling.

"Don't worry, I won't come onto her. Yet." and gave her co-worker her signature wink which made Aubrey scoff.

"Well, we better get going Mitchell. See you at mine tonight for Chinese. Is 8 ok?"

"Yeah sure. Have fun with the CCTV mystery." Beca said, waving her off.
"And you with Red." Aubrey said getting into her car.

As Beca strolled round to the people in white coats ('probably Sarah's colleagues', she thought), she thought about all of the patients in building. Where were they now? Who was treating them? God knows.

"Hello doctors. I'm Detective Mitchell, 13th precinct. I am very sorry about your colleague and we're doing our best to find out who murdered her. Do any of you mind coming to the station? It would really help the investigation." Beca asked, trying not to sound condescending. They all nodded and Beca smiled comfortingly, gesturing to the NYPD van.

Yeah, sorry this chapter was so short. The next one will be longer.

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