"I'm not riding in the back," Naomi declares, staring at Katie, Cook, and James all standing around the car.

"Well, I'm not riding in the back," Cook counters.

"I'm driving," Katie points out.

"I always bloody ride in the back," James grumbles, knowing that he doesn't have a shot in hell at sitting the front.

Naomi stares pointedly at them. She's not sitting in the back. It's not up for negotiations. It's not even like all four of them have to go.

Katie sighs heavily. "You two go do some paperwork or something else useful. I'll drive her," she volunteers.

Cook opens his mouth to protest, but one look at Katie lets him know that she's got her reasons for doing this and he's better off just going along with it. Sometimes it's nice having worked with someone so long that he can just read them that easily. He can guess at some of the reasons.

Katie gets into the driver's side without bothering to look expectantly Naomi. The blonde gets in the other side a moment later.

"Thanks," Naomi mutters because she feels like one is due.

Katie simply nods and starts the car.

The ride is silent for a while. It's not awkward per se, but there is a light tension in the air, and Naomi's just waiting for Katie to break it. She's not stupid. She can tell that the brunette has something on her mind. Truth be told she herself has several things on her mind, and much to her annoyance, only one of them is actually case related. Of course it fucking had to be a case here. Of course she had to run into bloody everyone she knew before. Especially her.

"Do you come back often?" Katie breaks the silence.

"What?" Naomi asks, caught off guard. She'd been lost in thought.

"To Bristol. Do you visit often?" Katie clarifies, trying not to let any exasperation show.

"No. Not if I can avoid it," Naomi replies honestly.

"Too good for us?" Katie suggests.

Naomi sighs. "Not at all," she murmurs softly as she watches the all too familiar sights flit past the window. That hadn't been the problem at all. If anything, Emily had been (and still is, probably) too good for her. Naomi isn't dense enough to not know that Katie's really talking about her twin.

The silence returns for the rest of their trip, and once they're on scene they both seem to pull themselves together. It's all work.

"So the body was positioned here?" Naomi stands in the place that she's deduced the body to be in based on the pictures she saw.

Katie nods. "Pool of blood there to your right," she adds. There's a task at hand. Past grudges need to be dropped and momentarily forgotten. Right here, right now, Naomi Campbell is the woman who could crack their case, not the girl who broke her sister's heart almost ten years ago.

Naomi nods, and, as she seems to not need further reminders to orient her, Katie steps back and lets Naomi do whatever it is she needs to.

Naomi takes in the area from the position that Doug was found in. There are a number of pubs a short distance away that can provide a location for the suspect to encounter the victim, pick him out, possibly even lure him away from. If the suspect waits for their victims, then they'd have to be patient. Naomi recognises one place at least as somewhere that was unlikely to turn out their clientele until long after they were legally allowed to remain open. She'd drunk there in college a few times.

Her mind flashes for a moment with bright red hair and a familiar shy smile, but she shakes it off. She's fucking at work. Five years on the job and numerous "relationships" and she's never once been distracted at work. Then again, until now she's always managed to avoid working in Bristol. She sighs, but sets her mind back to the task at hand.

She wanders to a nearby wall and leans as if waiting. She takes in her vantage point. She can certainly clearly see the entrance to three of the four nearby pubs.

"Where was Doug before he was murdered?" Naomi voices.

Katie becomes instantly more alert. "Barman placed him at the pub right down the road there," Katie indicates the one she means, "drowning his sorrows until just after midnight."

"Drowning his sorrows?" Naomi prods.

"His words, not mine, but given that he'd just had a fight with Harriet, I can see it being accurate," Katie elaborates.

"Did he go there often?" Naomi asks.

Katie shrugs. "According to the barman, he was there every time, to quote the man, 'the missus turned him out,'" Katie relays. "About once every two weeks if not more frequently according to accounts."

"So it could have been somebody who knew him and his habits, or somebody who was observing him. Either works," Naomi mumbles to herself.

"Pardon?" Katie inquires.

Naomi shakes her head. "Nothing. Sorry. Just thinking aloud."

Katie nods and leans back against the car, watching Naomi with mild interest.

Naomi's eyes turn upwards, looking for any local surveillance systems. Presumably the police had already checked any relevant ones in the area, but no harm checking for any private surveillance systems that they might have missed. There don't seem to be any that would cover the area that she's in. She strides back to where the body was found, a few metres away. No cameras would cover there either. It is a very good spot for criminal activities, she has to admit.

She returns to the wall and pulls out her pack of cigarettes, sticking one between her lips and lighting it before returning both the lighter and the pack to her pocket. She sweeps the ground with her eyes, takes in the general absence of cigarette butts. Of course that doesn't necessarily mean that the suspect doesn't smoke.

"Did you collect cigarette butts in the area to run DNA?" Naomi calls out.

"All hundred or so of them. We can't reasonably run DNA on all of them," Katie sighs. "There were no tell-tale groupings either, in case you wondered."

Naomi nods. It had actually been going to be her follow up question. Clearly Katie's grown a pretty sharp brain in the ten years since she's seen her. Then again, she always did have a brain (brain enough to trick her on a few occasions), apparently now she's just using more of it for more beneficial purposes. "Thanks," she mutters in reply.

She continues to take in the scene, observing it from the perspective of the perpetrator of the crime and of the victim, extrapolating what it might have been like for both, formulating her profile of the perpetrator. She returns to Katie's side when she's done.

"Crime scene number two, please," she instructs as she climbs into the car.

Katie rolls her eyes as she takes her seat behind the steering wheel. "I'm not your bloody chauffeur," she mumbles.

"Actually, at the moment, you kind of are," Naomi points out, unable to suppress the small grin that spreads across her face.

"Oh, shut up," Katie growls, but she starts the car and drives off. "Discover anything brilliant?"

"I'm getting a general picture of the victims and the perpetrator," Naomi relays. "Which reminds me, I'd like to see the residences of both victims after the next crime scene. We knew these people ten years ago, and I know you've done some interviews more recently, but I'd like to work on victimology for myself. For that matter, I'd like to re-interview a few people. Harriet for starters, and Crispin's dad. You said that was who he was closest to?"

"Yeah. Fucking arsehole too! Good luck getting any information out of him. He looked past me like I didn't exist and directed all of his responses to Cook and James. Fucking James!" Katie vents. "Chauvinistic pig!"

"Fun," Naomi grunts sarcastically. She knows the type. She's now not looking forward to that interview.

"Anyway, what do you mean, re-interview? We conducted thorough interviews with everyone," Katie mutters defensively.

Naomi sighs. It's not the first time she's heard that from local police. "I just may ask some questions that you may not think to ask. It's part of my training," Naomi explains.

Katie grumbles, "Whatever."

They ride on in silence. Katie's got questions on her mind, but it's hardly professional to ask them, and there's a murderer on the loose that they need to catch, so for now she'll hold her tongue. Still, she can tell, it's going to be a long day.

"Oh my God, I need a drink!" Katie groans as she slips her coat on.

Effy kisses her soothingly on the cheek. "She can't have been that bad."

"No, she wasn't, but it was just fucking strange, you know?" Katie vents.

"For her too, probably," Effy points out.

Katie sighs. She knows that Effy's probably right.

"Anyway, you'll get that drink in a minute. We all will," Effy points out.

"Thank God for that!" Katie says. "Ems, get a move on!" she hollers back into the lab.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Emily grumbles, appearing beside her sister. "Shall we go?"

"Yeah. We've just got to stop back downstairs and grab Cook and James," Katie replies. They head downstairs, and Katie's aware of her sister freezing beside her as they open the doors to the large room where her and Cook's desks are. She follows her twin's gaze and immediately knows why. Naomi is standing by the far door talking to Thomas. She takes Emily's hand in hers, encouraging her forward.

Emily can't help the way that seeing Naomi again just completely overwhelms her. If she wasn't still as stunningly beautiful as she'd always been, more so even, then maybe it would be easier. Earlier she'd managed because she'd been focused on work. Now her work day is done and she's headed out with friends. She's got nothing to distract her racing thoughts. She finds herself growing shyer as her sister guides her across the room, closer to where the blonde stands. It's stupid, she knows. She hasn't fucking been shy in years. Maybe having Naomi around is reverting her back to her sixteen-year-old self.

"Ready, Cook?" Effy asks, hopping onto his desk.

"Always, babe," he replies, flashing the three women a grin. He can't complain to having such lovely company all the time, even if they all refuse to sleep with him. Besides, Effy has been known to act as a rather spectacular wing man for him at times.

"James?" she inquires, nodding towards the young man in question, sitting nearby.

"Yeah," he nods, getting to his feet.

Katie's aware of Naomi finishing her conversation up nearby. She'll have to walk past them to leave. Katie debates the intelligence of the idea that's occurred to her. It's probably stupid, and she's aware that the last thing her sister probably wants to do today is spend more time with Naomi. It's not exactly at the top of her list of things to do either. Still, it would be rude not to invite her. They have to work with her, things may as well be civil, friendly even. As long as she has no intentions of getting back together with Emily, that is.

"Naomi," she calls out as the woman brushes past them.

Naomi stops and turns. She'd been hoping to slip out without them noticing her. She really just wants to go home to her mum's house and have a drink.

"We're all going out for drinks. Would you care to join us?" Katie offers, trying her best not to grit her teeth as she does so. She feels her girlfriend's arm snake around her waist, and she knows she's just done a good thing.

Naomi takes in Effy's arm sneaking around Katie's waist and has to remind herself not to have her eyes bulge out of her head, even though a social invitation from Katie Fitch would be reason enough for them to do so. Still, people who're just friends might touch each other like that. She has to remind herself not to jump to conclusions. She mulls over the invitation. She can tell that it was a little forced, but Katie did say the magic word, "drink". She glances at Emily, who's pulled her bun out so that her hair falls gracefully around her face. It's a bit longer than she remembers it, she realizes. It's incredibly attractive. It's also a reminder as to one of the many reasons why she should decline the offer. She's about to say some excuse when Emily clears her throat and shoots her a small smile.

"You should come," Emily offers. She doesn't know what possessed her to say it. It's a bad idea, probably. She just can't help herself. She wants to know what's happened to Naomi in the years between and they're certainly not about to discuss that at work. Anyway, it's too late now. The words are out there.

"Ok," Naomi hears her mouth agree before her brain has a chance to stop it. It's not what she'd meant to say. It's not a good idea. She knows that already. Nonetheless she finds herself following the five of them out of the station.

"I'll give you a ride, Naomikins," Cook offers, tugging her in the direction of his car.

"Thanks," she murmurs. She's relieved that at least she won't be trapped in a car with Emily.

"See you lovely ladies there!" Cook shouts to the others.

"See you!" Katie and Effy chorus back. Emily's too lost in her own thoughts to do anything more than wave as she climbs into the back of Katie's car next to James.

Cook turns to Naomi once they're both situated. "Right, something I want to say first," Cook declares.

Naomi's taken a bit aback. She hadn't expected a confrontation from Cook, but he's giving her a hard appraising look.

"Those girls in that other car, they're like family to me, right? Katie's my partner, and I've never had a better one. I love them. Don't go doing anything stupid and fucking that up, ok? I liked you back in the day, but don't go fucking with Emily's heart or that won't mean anything," he warns. He's not sure when he took on the unofficial roll of big brother, but he's taken the liberty of warning off a few of the dames he's deemed unworthy of Emily's affections, and even those he thinks are worthy he likes to have a chat with. He can't help but want to look out for the girls, although Katie and Effy have each other now, so he worries about them less.

Naomi's stunned into silence for a moment. If it wasn't being directed at her, the show of protectiveness would be rather touching. "Cook, I assure you that I have no intentions of getting involved with anybody here, or fucking with anybody's heart," she assures him when she regains her voice.

Cook shoots her a grin, then. "Good. Let's go get wasted!"