Chapter 3

Prophet was starting to regret letting Mick drive. The Welshman's driving had improved dramatically since he'd first started (though at the time Prophet was certain it couldn't get any worse) but he was still veering towards the left side of the road unconsciously. There were several instances where Prophet had to remind Mick to stay on the bloody right! And there was one heart-stopping moment when a large truck was heading straight towards them and if Prophet hadn't grabbed the wheel and throw the car to the right, well… both Prophet and Mick probably wouldn't be working on the case anymore. In his defence he only complained once, and swore to never do it again. He'd said something along the lines of "You're driving is giving me a heart attack!" to which Mick replied "Are you sure it's my driving? I mean it could just be your age old man." If Prophet hadn't been terrified of Mick driving the car into oncoming traffic he would've hit him.

Both Prophet and Mick arrived, unscathed by some miracle, in Indianapolis only a few minutes behind Coop, Gina and Beth. As the group began checking out the environment a small woman with a short blond bob began walking towards them. She was wearing a black business suit with the top button of her white shirt undone, her black heels clicked as she approached.

"Hello, which one of you is Agent Cooper?" The woman asked.

Cooper stepped forward, extending his hand towards the woman. A smile broke out on her face and she shook his hand respectively.

"Walk with me… if you don't mind." She added the latter part of her sentence after some hesitation.

"Of course. Lead the way." Cooper instructed stepping aside to allow the woman to take charge.

The woman led them into the building and began ascending a large staircase.

"Thank you for coming so quickly. I'm Head of Investigations Anna Browning. Anything you need just ask me." She stated proudly.

"This is my team, Agent's Griffith, Sims, LaSalle and Rawson." Cooper stated. The woman nodded in recognition.

"Here we are." She stopped in front of a small room containing a whiteboard, a large table in the centre taking up most of the room and a few plastic chairs.

"I'm afraid this was all we could do." Anna started, then the intercom paged her.

"Sorry, I'll be back as soon as I can." She said.

"Don't worry about it." Cooper said with a smile.

Anna began walking down the corridor before stopping half way and speed walking back towards Cooper and his team.

"Sorry, here's the address for the crime scene." She explained and then she was off, disappearing down the corridors, her heels tapping as she went.

The team sat their bags down and Cooper began giving out orders

"Prophet, Mick, Beth I need you to go check the crime scene out, okay?" He handed Beth the directions and Beth nodded, she then stood and gestured for the boys to do the same.

"Call when you have everything, yeah?" Cooper asked.

"Sure Coop." Mick replied.

"Gina I need you to go over media strategies, okay?" Cooper continued.

"You got it." Gina stated.

"Everyone back here in 90." Cooper reminded them, the group them dispersed.

Mick was not driving. Prophet had been through hell on the way to Indianapolis and he refused to do it again. Ever. It only took Prophet 20 minutes to drive to the crime scene, but he could have done it in 10. The reason it took so long was because Beth just wouldn't stop complaining about his driving. It was too fast, too slow, he was stopping too early, he was stopping too late. They finally parked and got out, with Prophet promising Mick he could drive back. Beth had no idea what she was in for.

The group approached the officer's standing guard at the familiar yellow tape and they were quickly allowed entry. The scene was a small-ish forest that was popular with hunters because of the wild deer. The body had been dumped near a small creek running through half the forest. A bunch of detectives surrounded the body, which was covered up, but most of them dispersed when the team arrived.

"Hi I'm Olivia Gale, leading this investigation. I'm guessing your Cooper's team right?" This was said by a woman with a short messy red bob; she was of medium height and seemed quite confidant for someone who looked so young.

"Yes. I'm agent Griffith, and these are agents Sims and Rawson. What have you gathered so far?" Beth cut to the chase. The woman, Olivia, look slightly taken aback by Beth's sudden dominance. She quickly recovered though.

"We think this is David Simmons, local boy. We've called his mother to come and confirm. We don't know the official cause of death yet, but it seems pretty clear." With that she lifted the sheet off the boy's upper half. He was tall and muscular, his hair was black and straight, the reason his hair was plastered against his forehead was clear. His face, upper body, and most likely his lower body, was dripping with water.

"He was drowned." Prophet stated.

"It looks that way." Olivia replied.

"It can't have been easy, I mean look at the size of him. The unsub must have been pretty strong to hold him under the water." Beth mused.

"Not necessarily." Mick countered.

"What?" Beth looked at him, her eyes and body posture clearly showing she was confused.

"Look at that." Mick said, pointing to the boy's shoulder. Before Beth could protest that there wasn't anything there, he lifted the shoulder up and turned it towards himself revealing a long ugly looking red gash, surrounded by dried blood.

"That makes sense." Prophet said, nodding. "If he was able to disable him, either by wounding or knocking him out, it would've been much easier to drown him."

Olivia stared at Prophet, slightly shocked. Then she smiled

"Well, you're more than a pretty face." She whispered, she then got up from her crouched position and walked off. Prophet's mouth hung open and his eyes followed her away.

"Well done, dude." Mick commented and lightly punched Prophet's shoulder. That snapped Prophet out of his revive to immediately start arguing that he had done nothing, and no, he was not staring at Olivia because she was hot, he was just… confused about her earlier comment.

Beth sighed and rolled her eyes, before following Olivia's lead and standing up.

"C'mon you two Neanderthals, we need to get back to base." She said sternly as if she were scolding a pair of two year olds.

"Yes Ma'am." Mick stated before snatching the keys out of Prophet's hand.

"I'm driving." He said with a smirk. That settled they climbed into the car, Mick driving, Beth riding shotgun and Prophet in the back. Mick started the car, and began to drive.