Horatio was the first to enter, next was Ryan, then Walter. All three stand in awe as they scanned over the room. Crimson red was dripping off of a table, into a bigger puddle on the floor. Blood splatter on the light above, made it very dim. The strong aroma of iron was enough to make anyone sick. All this blood, yet no body.
"I guess we found his work place." Walter gagged.
"H, how are we going to catch this guy? He covers his tracks remarkably well. Plus there is no body to gather evidence from!" Ryan remarked.
"Mr. Wolfe, we use what we have, and what we have is this room. So if I was you I would gather Walter an get started processing it. In the meantime I'm going to see if I can find out who owns this building." Horatio stated while walking out.
"I hate this job sometimes." Ryan breathed out.
"Hey, hey, hey! Don't talk like that, maybe H is just stressed out over this case." Walter defended.
"Everyone is stressed out about the case Walter. It don't matter what the situation is he is always like that with me. Almost like he is keeping me at a distance." Ryan replied.
"Well Wolfie, there is always that possibility that he keeps you away, because you might bite." Walter laughed.
"Hey Walter, guess what? Shut the hell up, and help me!"
They both started laughing. Little did they know what was yet to come.
A/N: Who's to say Ryan just might bite H, if he get's close enough. :P