AN: Yeah maybe I'm throwing in a little bit of the FBI/police tension that every crime show seems to have, because why not?
Disclaimer: Obviously I don't own the 100, but I wished I did so I could give these poor characters a break.
She scoffs. As much as she knows her brother means well – it's annoying how much he tries to baby her. It only got worse after their mother passed away when she was young. After that, he started acting less like a brother and more like a father.
"Are you sure this is a case you should be a part of?" her brother's familiar voice asks, pulling her from her thoughts.
Octavia glares at him. "I am a trained officer of the law, I know what I'm doing. And I can take care of myself."
"I just want to make sure you're safe," he responds.
She pokes a finger in his chest. "You don't get to come into my precinct like a high and mighty FBI agent and start telling me what to do – that's my captain's job and the last time I checked, you weren't him. And you're also not the Chief of Police. I don't need your protection, big brother."
She turns on her heel and walks over to her partner's desk.
Miller looks up from his computer screen upon her arrival. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," Octavia tells him. "As if working with the FBI was going to be bad enough, one of them had to be my brother who doesn't understand that I'm more than capable of fending for myself."
The sound of four sets of footsteps interrupt the detective's conversation and Octavia glances around to see her captain, her brother and two other men standing to the side.
"This is FBI Director Sinclair and two of his best agents; Sterling and Blake," Captain Kane says, pointing to each man in turn. "They're going to be assisting us in this investigation."
Octavia knew this was just a formality that her captain was putting on just to be polite for the director but she couldn't care less. She would much rather just get straight into the case and finally be able to bring this bastard to justice – but she'll play along, for now.
"And this is Detectives Monroe, Miller and Blake," Kane continues. "And I'm sure they'll be more than happy to get you two up to speed." He adds, throwing a specific look at Octavia.
"Of course," Octavia easily responds, fighting against an eye roll and forcing a small smile on her face.
The Agent known as Sterling holds out his hand and she gives him a firm shake. "Pleasure meeting you."
"Well there's no time to waste," Octavia tells them as her Captain walks off, deep in conversation with the Director. "Clocks ticking."
"What do you have?" Sterling asks, glancing around at the case files spread out on the table.
"We have these old cases," Monroe starts, in the middle of separating their murder board into five sections; three on the top, two on the bottom.
"Jenna Lancaster went missing two nights ago," Octavia rattles off the important case details. "Jenna's roommate, Allison called us when she didn't come back to their dorm room. And we found her body this morning, laid out in the same way as these four previous victims, with a similar message to that-" she points to the photo of the 'you'll never catch me' message on the murder board-"written on the alley way wall in what looks like the victim's blood."
"Sofia Abrahams, Grace McKinnon, Natalia Faulkner and Katherine Kramer also went missing without a trace and were found dead in allies two days later," Octavia continues, glancing between her brother and his partner. "Each one with the same bruises, scars and initials carved into their cheeks – just like Jenna."
"Because of the unexplained strange disappearances, the brutal murders and the initials, the media has taken to calling him the 'Mountain Man,'" Miller adds in. "It is pretty clever but it's a stupid move on their part to give the son of a bitch a name."
"It's adds to his ego," Bellamy assists.
"We've tried cross referencing known serial killers with this M.O.," Monroe calls over her shoulder as she hunches over to write the rest of the names of the victims under their photos. "But we've come up short – so he knows how to cover his tracks."
Octavia runs a hand through her hair. "We're not dealing with an amateur, that's for sure."
"Maybe we should try seeing if these woman would have crossed paths with the same person, or went to the same place or something that connects them," her brother says.
"We could, but with the older cases, that may be harder than we think," Octavia counters. She purses her and brings her hand up to her chin. "But I guess it wouldn't hurt to check out."
Octavia hangs up her phone. "Well there is a coffee house near Georgetown College where Jenna spent most of her time."
"Is that where Jenna was last seen before disappearing?" Sterling asks.
"No one knows where any of the victims went missing – just where they ended up," Octavia replies, glancing over at the agent. "Your guess is as good as mine."
There's a rustle of papers and Octavia looks over to Miller who's searching through the files on the table. "Ahh," he says, picking up a particular case file. He glances over at his partner and begins to explain himself. "I thought maybe it sounded familiar and turns out – The McKinnon's and the Abrahams' live in the Georgetown area."
"There's still two other victims to be accounted for – but it's a start," Octavia says, leaning back in her chair.
"Seems like shady police work," she hears brother mutter.
Octavia spins around on him. "As if the FBI has done a better job of catching this son of a bitch. Sometimes tiny details get over looked in serial killer cases – it sucks, but it happens. The only thing we need to worry about right now is finding this asshole – not worrying about who should have done what however many years ago."
A moment of awkward silence washes over the squad room as the two siblings stare at one another. Octavia trying to refrain from slapping or strangling her brother.
"We're going to be working on this case together," Bellamy tells her as if she doesn't already know that. "We're both going to have to get used to that."
"Well when you stop stepping on my feet and stop with your dislike or distrust or whatever it is for the police department then maybe we can actually work in peace," Octavia retorts, before turning and stalking off.