A loud bark startled the sleeping detective. As he opened his eyes, he noticed the bright morning light shining through the curtains in the living room. The second thing he noticed was the source of the barking.

A shaggy, old dog with light brown fur and hints of grey stood in front of the resting Starrk, it's tongue sticking out of it's mouth. The animal barked again, prompting Starrk to cover his ears with his hands and groan.

''Barragan, please stop barking.'' Starrk pleaded as he began to sit up.

Barragan barked once more, ignoring Starrk's pleads. Sighing loudly, Starrk stood up and observed his surroundings. The TV was turned off, he remembered doing that after Lilynette went to bed. The curtains were drawn, but the morning sunlight was still shining through. Looking above the TV, Starrk checked the time on the clock. Half past seven. Lilynette needed to get to school by quarter to nine. Starrk prepared himself for a hectic morning.

After feeding Barragan and getting Lilynette to school, Starrk made his way to the station. It wasn't far from his home, which was a good thing, considering how tired Starrk usually got after working.

Arriving at the small station, Starrk parked up and made his way inside. The station was full of police officers and people wearing suits. The desks on the second floor were neatly organised into rows, with a few people writing up reports. There wasn't anything in there to get excited about, unless you liked dull and boring things.

Starrk slowly strolled over to his desk, passing a few officers on the way. He was only a few steps away before he could rest in his chair and relax for a while. However, he was stopped by a hand on his shoulder and a familiar voice:

''Ah, Starrk. There you are!''

Turning around, Starrk saw Captain Aizen. His mid-length hair was tucked neatly behind his ears and his glasses looked like they had been cleaned. As usual, he was wearing a black suit and tie, his white button-up shirt tucked in and blazer done up. Overall, he looked smart and well-dressed, just like every other day.

''Morning, Captain Aizen. What do you need?''

Starrk turned around to fully face Aizen, who had removed his hand from Starrk's shoulder.

''It's about that bleach case you're working on. The one with Detective Jeagerjaques.'' Aizen replied.

'What's happened now? Don't tell me he's pulled out of the case...' Starrk thought as Aizen continued.

''There's another body. It's just been found this morning at a junkyard nearby.''

''Oh.'' Starrk thought it was strange that a body would be found this quickly, normally the killer took a couple of days until he dumped a body.

''Is Jeagerjaques already there?'' Starrk asked as he crossed his arms in front of his chest.

''Yes, he wouldn't to take a look at the body as soon as possible.'' Aizen confirmed.

''Thank you, sir. I'll head right there.''

Starrk quickly headed to his car. He was annoyed at Grimmjow for not waiting, but he supposed that it was best to check out the body as soon as possible. There was only one junkyard in Karakura, so Starrk knew exactly where to go.

The crime scene was cut off, but that didn't stop the public from becoming curious. The police guarding the entrance to the junkyard were gesturing for people to leave, calling out: 'There's nothing to see here' and 'Move along'. Pushing through the crowd, Starrk flashed his badge at the police officers, who nodded and allowed him through. Numerous camera flashes went off as Starrk walked towards the scene, where the blue-haired detective was waiting.

''God damn journalists, they just don't know when to give up.'' Grimmjow muttered.

Grimmjow narrowed his eyes as he stared at the sleep-depraved Starrk. Smirking, he folded his arms and tilted his head backwards slightly before speaking again:

''What's wrong with you? Didn't get much sleep last night?'' Grimmjow chuckled and waited for his answer.

''No, I didn't. I was trying to get my daughter to sleep.'' Starrk answered.

Grimmjow raised an eyebrow at Starrk. He didn't expect Starrk to have any kids, let alone stay up late to help them get to sleep. Starrk shifted their little conversation onto the crime scene:

''Who's the victim?''

''A teenage girl, no ID, so we don't know her name.''

Grimmjow lead Starrk to the body. Starrk's eyes widened in surprise. The dead girl lying on the ground with her arms across her chest, was Orihime. She was wearing a white dress that Starrk knew she wasn't wearing the night before, and there was a stitched-up wound in her throat. Like the other victims, there was a strong smell of bleach coming from her body.

''It's Orihime.'' Starrk whispered.

''You know her?'' Grimmjow questioned, his eyes glaring at his partner.

''Yes, she babysits for my daughter.'' Starrk replied, still staring at the body.

The detectives were interrupted by the urgent calls from a crime scene analyst a few feet away. The duo swiftly walked over and asked what was wrong.

''I think I've found a blood sample.'' The analyst enthusiastically said, pointing to a sharp piece of scrap metal.

''This is an important lead, take a sample.'' Grimmjow ordered.

The analyst nodded and used a swab to collect the blood. Glancing back, Starrk noticed there were still many people near the tape, hoping to get a good look at the body, despite the officers telling them to leave. Starrk could see someone familiar in the crowd.

''I'm gonna' go talk to someone.'' Starrk told Grimmjow.

''Sure, go ahead.''

Starrk marched towards the yellow tape. Reaching over, Starrk tapped the teenage boy's shoulder and gestured for him to move to the side. The boy, who was on the phone, put it away and moved to the side, away from the crowd. Starrk ducked under the tape and checked to make sure no one was around before questioning the ginger-haired teenager.

''Do you remember me from last night?'' Starrk asked calmly.

''Yeah, you're the one who hired Orihime.'' The teen said.

''What's your name?'' Asked Starrk.

''Ichigo Kurosaki.'' Ichigo had a look of confusion on his face.

''Listen, Ichigo, I need to ask you a few questions.''

Ichigo looked even more confused now. Furrowing his brow, Ichigo began talking again:

''Why? Why me? I don't have anything-'' He was interrupted by Starrk.

''Orihime is dead, I need to ask you about what happened last night.''

Ichigo's expression changed to one of horror and anguish. Shaking his head in disbelief, the boy began muttering the word 'No', as if trying to convince himself this wasn't happening, that it was just a nightmare.

Trying as hard as he could, Starrk got as much information as possible from Ichigo. Apparently, he dropped Orihime off and drove home. The ginger-haired teen also claimed that his dad would be able to confirm it, and Starrk took down notes of the conversation.

''That's why she wasn't picking up.'' Ichigo muttered under his breath.

''You tried to call her?'' Starrk questioned.

''It kept ringing, but no one answered.''

Starrk thought about tracking down her phone in order to find the killer. After explaining how it would help, Starrk got Orihime's number from Ichigo, who at first was reluctant. Starrk thanked Ichigo for his time and apologised for his loss before returning back to Grimmjow.

''I got her number.'' Starrk claimed.

''Good for you.'' Grimmjow said, grinning.

''It's the victim's, maybe we can track it down and find the killer.'' Starrk insisted, realising Grimmjow had gotten the wrong idea.

''Well, I got a call from Aizen saying the morgue is ready to report back on Keigo Asano.''

Hopefully, the reports would give them more information on this case. It was starting to get tiresome.

Author's Notes: Sorry if it seems crappy, I have a lot going on at the moment (mainly exams) but I am determined to get this finished! So, please review and add to story alert, I appreciate it!