Chapter 8: Date Night
Anna awoke the next morning to find that she'd received a text from Kristoff. His message was two words: "Another one." Anna sighed and made her way down to the scene of the crime, seeing Kristoff waiting for her. "Who bit the dust this time?" she asked.
"Stanford Pines," Kristoff answered. "War veteran. Bartender says he was mouthing off to one of the customers. Description matches what we saw in that security tape."
Anna groaned. "I guess this bastard only had himself to blame. Have the forensic guys bag him and send him to the morgue."
"Yep." Kristoff then turned and called out, "Yo! Bag and tag!"
Anna watched as the forensic people stuffed the body into a bag to be taken back to the station.
Kristoff sighed. "This is a break in the pattern."
"Blame the guy who got murdered. He's the one who decided to piss of a serial killer." Anna popped some chewing gum into her mouth.
"Have you noticed that some of the victims didn't get the same treatment as that first girl?" Kristoff wondered aloud. "Her flower was placed very deliberately. Look at this guy, and that hooker. Their flowers looked like they'd just been thrown onto the body."
"Maybe they have some connection to the killer. Like they reminded them of something that they didn't like."
"That's probably it. Those kills seemed to show higher levels of aggression than the others."
"So if we figure out what they reminded them of, we might be able to make some sort of psychological profile of the killer."
"Yeah. And that profile will help us narrow down the list."
"Let's head back to the station and we'll begin putting it together."
"Right."
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They soon got back to the station and Anna had Kristoff set up a document on a nearby computer to type notes onto. "All right," Kristoff theorized. "We know Stan was a drinker. Maybe someone in the killer's past was an alcoholic."
"Like a family member or something," Anna put in.
Kristoff typed "Alcoholic?" into the computer. "What about the hooker?"
"Someone female in the killer's life, like a mother or a sister."
"How does that connect?"
Anna thought for a moment. "Maybe the killer's parents were abusive. The dad was a drunkard and the mother…something else."
"That's definitely a possibility." Kristoff typed it into the computer.
"What about Miss Price?"
"I honestly don't know with her."
"Maybe the killer likes to keep to themselves," she theorized. "Possibly due to something from their childhood that made them isolated. When Price made the news story about the killer, she threatened that isolation."
Kristoff typed "Isolation?" into the computer.
Anna looked over his shoulder at the computer. "So, what have we got so far?"
"Just a list of possibilities."
Anna sighed. "What else do we have?"
"This is pretty much it," Kristoff replied.
"Alright. Save it for now, and we'll call it a day."
"I guess that's about all we can do. Well, that and paperwork."
"You can do the paperwork," Anna told him. "I've got a date with Elsa."
Kristoff sighed. "Look, if you're into her, that's fine, but at least make up your mind as to which of us you want to be with."
"I don't know if I will make my mind up," Anna admitted. "She's just so wonderful and kind, like you. Choosing between the two of you is like choosing between my two favourite movies."
"Well, sooner or later, you'll have to."
"Well, I'm gonna favour the later," Anna said, kissing him on the cheek. "See ya tomorrow."
"Yeah, yeah," Kristoff replied.
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Later that evening, Anna was sat at the table of the café outside her apartment. She was wearing a short black dress and red pearl necklace. Elsa soon arrived, wearing jeans and a t-shirt. When she saw Anna, she blushed. "Wow. I feel underdressed."
"It's fine, Els," Anna replied. "Sit down."
Elsa did so, smiling. "You look nice."
"You're not bad yourself," Anna commented.
"Thanks." She stretched her arms out a bit.
Anna blushed at Elsa's muscular arms.
"By the way, I got myself a job," she went on. "That grocery store on Tenth Avenue."
"Oh, good!" Anna replied. "I hear that place pays well."
"Yeah, it's a solid job."
"When do you start work?"
"Tomorrow's my first day."
"Good luck from me!" Anna chirped.
"Thanks." Elsa smiled.
Soon, their food arrived. It was a large turkey leg with a side of chips.
"Mmmm!" Anna grinned as she licked her lips. "This looks good!"
"Yeah!" Elsa agreed.
The two dug into their meal, Anna chomping on the turkey like a wild animal. "So Elsa?" She asked with her mouth full. "Do you have any family?"
"Nah. They died years ago."
"Oh. I'm sorry," Anna apologised.
"It's fine. Not much you can really do."
"What about any boyfriends or girlfriends? Besides me, I mean."
"Not really. Most folks I meet kinda get turned off by the whole asexual thing."
"Well, there must have been someone? After all you did say that I was the first person to say I love you to you in a long time."
Elsa nodded. "Yeah, there was one girl. Her name was Jessica."
"What happened between you and her?"
"She got a big acting job. Had to move away."
"Was she nice?"
"Yeah, she was pretty sweet. She acted kinda slutty, but she said she actually hated people who cheated."
"I see. Well, I won't ever leave you, Elsa," Anna vowed.
"I'm sure you won't." Elsa ate some more of the turkey. "So, how's work?"
Anna sighed. "Shit as ever. We found another body this morning."
"Jesus. How many is that?"
"I've lost count, to be honest," she admitted. "There seems to be a new body turning up every week. My partner and I started making a profile about the killer today, in order to try and narrow the suspect down."
"Oh. Don't they have people in the FBI who do that?"
"I want to do that myself," Anna remarked, slightly aggressive. "This is my case, and I don't want some nosey fed snooping around and messing it up."
"I understand. But maybe you shouldn't take it so personally."
Anna sighed. "You're right. I have been getting a little obsessed lately."
"I'm glad you're making progress, though."
Anna leaned forward and gave Elsa a kiss. "Thanks, Elsa."
Elsa smiled at her. "No problem, Anna." Soon, the desert arrived: a pair of vanilla sundaes. Elsa's eyes brightened. "Mmm, I love ice cream!"
"Me too!" Anna grinned.
Elsa grabbed a spoon and started eating the sundae. Anna did the same, moaning heavenly as the icy white cream slid down her throat.
"Man, I haven't had a good sundae in too long!" Elsa remarked.
"Trust me, this place does the best sundaes," Anna replied.
"I believe it!"
Anna took out the wafer from her sundae. "You want my wafer?"
Elsa nodded. "And you can have mine." The two girlfriends shared their wafers, and Elsa smiled at Anna. "You know, if I weren't asexual, I'd be all over you."
"I'm trying my best to stop myself from being all over you," Anna joked. "Because I don't wanna make you uncomfortable."
"Well, thanks for that."
Anna leaned over and kissed Elsa again. Elsa kissed back, her hand on Anna's cheek. A soft moan escaped Anna as they kissed. Soon, Elsa pulled back. "Anna…are you sure you want to be with me?"
"Yes, I'm sure." Anna nodded.
"Okay. I'm just thinking that there are better people out there than me."
"Those people aren't as sweet and as beautiful as you," Anna told her.
Elsa smiled. "Fair enough."
Anna then looked at her watch. "Aww shit, it's getting late."
"Yeah, I guess it is," Elsa remarked.
"I'm gonna head home," Anna told Elsa as she got up from her seat. "I'll see you soon, Elsie."
"Bye!" Elsa said, waving.
Anna gave Elsa a goodbye kiss and headed home to her apartment, signalling the end of another long day.
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Author's note: Lovey Dovey lesbian datey time!
it's so cute :3
See ya next time!
