Case

Anderson looks over at me , I scowled at him.
We had been stuck at the same traffic light for the past ten minutes.
I reached for the dashboard and gritted my teeth, when I found my wrist being twisted the wrong way.
Damn, it actually hurt. So he wasn't completely useless.

"We are not using the siren or lights. The case will still be there four minutes from now.
Unless someone steals the body. Now don't touch. "

I withdrew my arm and realized I was actually listening to him.
Traffic suddenly started moving again and four minutes later, we pulled into a parking lot.

I noticed it was an old hotel, The Heart O' the City hotel.
The green paint was chipping off the seven level building , it was completely taped off.
At least they knew how to do something right.

Anderson gets out of his cruiser and I saw the badge wink in the dim light, from off his belt.
I hadn't even known he was wearing it or armed, which he also was.
A standard police issue Glock , 9 milimeter.

I massaged my wrist slightly , Anderson was stronger than he looked.
Not that he would ever find out from me.

I got out of the cruiser and he asks "Are you still coming or what ? "

"So you were waiting for me Anderson ? I think you're moving a bit too fast. "

I smirked at him as he bit his lip again.
He turns and walks toward the tape, ducking under.

Mentally I slapped myself . What was I doing ? No where in the job description did it say 'Flirt with basically useless pretty-boy cop if you ever meet one.'

I reached into my suit pocket pulled out and put on my sunglasses.
At least I was more comfortable now. I walked over and ducked under the tape ,

" Hey , who are you ? I haven't seen you before. "
A blond uniformed Officer walks up to me, I glared at him.
He was a head shorter than me with tanned skin.
I didn't like him either.

"I am FBI Special Agent Smith. You are … ? "

"This isn't your jurisdiction. This is our case get out. "

"Phil, he's my partner now. " Anderson says, startling me by appearing from no where.

My new 'partner' was only maybe, an inch shorter than I was.
As I walked towards the door I heard them talking about me.

Phil says "Yeesh, Neo who bit him in the ass ?
I haven't seen a Fed that uppity in two years. "

Anderson " I know, Phil. I know if only he wasn't right. "

That piqued my interest I was right ? About what ?
I scowled again as I had moved out of hearing range.

A few seconds later he walks up behind me.

"He's in the first room on the far right side, second floor.
Witness who found him's on the fourth, she couldn't handle the smell."

Thank god he hadn't said 'our' I would have shot him for that.

We stopped just before going into the actual crime scene.
A short, white man with black hair, was sprawled across the middle of the room.
He was covered in blood and so was the room, it had been violent.

Anderson pulls out a camera from his jacket and starts photographing.
Then he pulls gloves on and starts the closer shots of the room and body.
I got a pad of paper out and a pen to start taking the actual notes of the scene.

When the evidence had been collected and the body taken away; we walked up to the fourth floor and into the third room on the left.

It was falling apart and covered in dust, holes ripped in the walls.
Sitting on the old bed were an Asian woman and a female Officer.

The Officer looks up " Detective, I can't understand her.
Jenks had to go and patrol the perimeter. "

"Alright, Davies. Let's see if I know anything you know, hmm ? "

The oriental woman looks up at Anderson as he says
"It'll be okay, you just need to tell us what happened. Okay ? " in the Mandarin dialect.

Smarter than he looked too, to understand and use it.
She looks relieved and awe-struck as he sat beside her.
Stupid, smart pretty boy at least he would help with the witness.

Twenty minutes later Anderson was finishing writing down her statement.
We went back to the station, to look up anything we could find on the victim.