Breathing a hefty sigh of relief, I let go of the innocent before he comes to and sees me pinning him to the ground. "Hey, hey!" I speak out, bringing the innocent guy round. He looks around and wonders what the hell has happened. "You got drunk and passed out in this alley. I'm FBI, you okay?" I stand up, helping him up in the process. "So that explains my head pounding- I don't remember getting drunk," He replies back to me, his voice a little shaken. "I think someone spiked your drink, you bumped into me and I stayed with you trying to bring you round." I explain, though it's more of a cover story. To any normal person, the aftermath of having a demon wracking around in your brain is like a very bad hangover- so it works as an excuse.
I lead the guy out of the alley, which of course causes a few people to think something unsanitary and cliché. I take out my FBI badge and flash it to the passer byes, "FBI, just helping him find his way home," I tell them in my very professional voice, and the disgusted looks turn from disgust to concern to the guy and apologetic to myself. Once on the main sidewalk, I turn to the innocent life I saved and check that he'll be okay to make his way home alone. "Look, go home and rest up and…don't do any drinking for a while." I tell him, and with a simple nod he heads his own separate way. I find myself not moving and thinking on what the demon just told me. I'm always told demons lie- and for the most part they do, but this wasn't a lie. This was the truth, and it hurts like mad.
What I am doing is helping the demons get to the Winchesters. That was never my plan. Shaking the horrendous feeling that is beginning to stir inside me, I walk it off. I notice a couple of police cruisers speed down the road to a residential area and wonder what is happening. Heading back to my car, I get in and check in my rearview mirror my left cheek. A tad on the red side from the punch, but it's not the worst I've suffered. However, it will look rather odd to the cops though. So I open the glove compartment and take out some powder foundation, and do my best to cover up the mark that is appearing. Feeling happy with the covering job, I put my make up away, close the glove compartment and start the car, driving behind all the cruisers to the crime scene they are obviously heading to. I pull up beside this rather nice looking house, which obviously cost the homeowner a lot of money. Stepping out of the car, I see a couple of cops arresting this young male, and a female that only looked a couple of years younger than himself crying on the doorstep.
There seems to be nothing out of the ordinary at the house, but the male is seen to be extremely defensive. Like a guilty man trying to protest their innocence, except I don't see any guilt in the guy's eyes from what I can see from across the street. Things don't add up (as per usual), you could say my spidey senses are tingling. So instead of getting back into my car and following the officers to the station, I decide to talk to the chick. Straightening my jacket out, and re-clipping up my hair, I walk up to her and introduce myself, showing her my FBI badge at the same time. "Agent Hale, can I have a word?" I ask her, and she scrutinises my badge carefully. I'm used to this, so it's not exactly phasing me as she does so. "Sure…" She replies to me, and allows me entry to her home.
"So Miss….?" I begin to question, realising I have no idea who she actually is. "Just call me Becky," She responds. "So Becky, fancy telling me exactly what's going on here?" I ask her, probably not in the most professional way, but heck- what do I care? "My brother Zack, he's being arrested for murdering his girlfriend. But if you're FBI shouldn't you know this?" She then begins to question me, and I hate this more than anything. Gritting my teeth so I don't go shouting my mouth off, I remain calm and smile shortly. "I'm already in town and saw the commotion- decided to see if I can help in any way. He didn't seem very guilty to me," I tell her flatly. Looking at her face, as if I'm studying it, I check to see if she believes my cock and bull story. "He is innocent, please- help him." Becky replies to me, and that is enough assurance that she believes me. "I'll do all I can, now I need you to tell me everything," I tell her back, she's desperate to get her brother back, I can sort of relate, with the whole wanting Dean back.
"The police say they have video evidence of my brother going into his girlfriend's apartment last night and just kill her horrifically. He didn't do it though- he would have had to be in two places at once," Becky begins telling me everything she knows, and seems I'm right to gate crash this investigation. Things definitely don't add up. I watch as she then paces around the place, before sitting down and start typing away at her laptop. "Sorry… I have to let someone know, and email is the only way I can contact them…" Becky tells me, trying to hold the tears back. I just nod and decide now is a good time to leave the place. "Becky, I'm going to do all I can to help. I see what I can dig up from the station and get back to you." I explain to her, and with that I say my farewells and leave. I drive down the street and to the police station. I notice a few of the general officers stare at me as I get out of my vehicle.
Not giving any of them eye contact, I walk inside and flash my badge. "I need to talk with your boss about the case you just brought in- the murder last night." I tell them in a very dominant tone of voice. Watching this scrawny little guy gulp at my appearance and the FBI badge in his face, he calls through to alert the Sherriff of my presence. I hang around waiting for a few minutes, when the Sherriff finally shows his face and leads me through to his office. "What brings the FBI into town for this case? It's rather quick isn't it for the FBI?" He questions my authority now. Jeez, what is it with these males in this profession?
"I'm already in town and as I noticed the commotion at the house where you arrested this Zack, I figured I'd help out. I get the feeling this isn't an open and shut case. I need to see all your evidence that ties Zack to the murder of his girlfriend. "Wow, you're rather straight to the point aren't you Agent Hale?" He says to me, leering at me and if he wasn't the Sherriff, I could punch him once square in the face, for leering. "I don't have time for your leering Sherriff- either give me the evidence to go over, or I will slam you with everything I can for sexual harassment and conspirary to withhold information on this case to top it all off. Are we clear?" I say to him in the most professional and dominant voice I've used in a very long while, and to express how serious I am- I even leaned forward in my chair and placed my hands on his desk, linking my fingers together. "Yeah… we're clear." He tells me after sighing heavily. His eyes on the other hand, said he wasn't exactly an innocent type and I have completely hit a nail in his coffin early.
He stands up and walks out of his office, where he heads to the evidence lock up. I wait in his office and whilst I wait, I figure I'll go have a snoop. Getting off my chair, I snoop round his desk and look in his drawers to find alcohol, porn and his registered handgun. "Typical…" I mutter to myself, before closing the drawer and walk to the shelving and gaze at the photos he has on display, in front of the many law books. "Here you are- every bit of evidence in this box." The sheriff knocks me out of my concentration and I walk over to him, taking the box from him. Placing it down on the desk, I shift through it just briefly before clapping my eyes on a VHS tape. It's a security tape from the apartment block. So, Zack's girlfriend is a paranoid little bitch. Go figure. "Thanks for this- I'll bring it back to you tonight." I tell him, but this is where his body language totally changes, and he becomes the dominant one. "I don't think so. I can let you look at the evidence, but you can't take it off property. If you wanna look through it properly, it can be done in the lock up." He tells me, with a roll of my eyes, I agree and go to the evidence lock up.
I shift through all the evidence properly, and I have to admit, things aren't looking good for Becky's brother. There's way too much against him. Finger prints match to his, hair does, everything. I put in the VHS tape into the crappy little TV and VHS combi they have tucked away in the back and press play. Leaning against a table, folding my arms in front of my chest, I watch the tape. I watch that thing carefully and see nothing out of the ordinary- until wait a minute. Looking around for a remote control, I grab it and rewind the tape pausing it on Zack as he gazes up at the camera. He KNEW he was being videoed. Sick bastard, but something is totally out of whack. His eyes are glowing. This needs more investigating, but this is definitely proof Zack is innocent. Hearing someone approaching the lock up, I quickly stop the tape and eject it, tucking it into my blazer inside pocket and act normal.
I leave the lock up, signing out and get back into my car where I head to back to the motel, and get into my room. I pull out the VHS from inside my jacket pocket, and tap it on my hand. "What to do Mika, you promised you'd keep demons at bay, not get yourself into this crap, but it's a proper case…" I mutter to myself, glancing down at the tape, and back up at the wall ahead of me. If I call Bobby and tell him I've stumbled across another case in town, he'll go apeshit at me. I'm here for one job and one job only- hunt demons and stop them from moving on and getting to the boys. Sighing, I sit down at the table in the room, and place the tape down on the table. Pushing back on the hind legs of the chair, I balance myself on those back legs only. I gaze up at the ceiling being in deep thought. There aren't any other hunters in town- and this thing is. I have a duty as a hunter to end it's life before it kills anymore innocent women, and incriminates innocent men.
Before I talk myself out of it, I pull my cell phone from my pants pocket and speed dial Bobby's number. "What mess you got into this time?" He answers, jee- thanks Uncle for the support. "I'm fine- I'm on the demon case, but I've stumbled across something else in town. Something is incriminating people- killing their partners. I've got my hands on a security tape, and the guy's eyes are reacting to the film." I explain to him. I have dealt with a lot of monsters in my relatively short time of hunting, but never anything like this.
"Does it look like the victim whose been arrested for the murder?" Bobby questions me, and I nod forgetting for that brief moment I am only on the phone to him. "Does the creature look like the victim being arrested Mika!? I'm not there- answer up you dozy woman!" He exclaims down the phone, knocking me out of my brief daze. "Err, yeah, yeah it does, what is it Bobby?" I ask him back, after giving him the straight answer he so desperately wants. "Aww balls… you got a shapeshifter in town. Mika they're nasty business- you get another hunter on this ya hear me!?" He tells me, and hearing him practically order me to give up this case, shocks me. Even after all this time, he still doesn't trust me to do certain cases. "Ya kidding me right!? I stumbled on this case- like hell am I giving it up!" I tell him back, and it's the truth! If I don't fight a shapeshifter now, I won't know how to deal with them in the future. That's my logic anyway- and I know it's a lot of hunter's logic.
"Like hell I'm letting you get wrapped up with a shifter! You may be a bloody good hunter woman, but you're also my niece and I am not letting you deal with a shifter until I've train you to! That's if y'all ever get back home!" He barks back at me. I could seriously give him a mouthful right now, but I don't have time- innocent lives are at risk. "Fine, fine… I'll get another hunter on the case, I'll go back to… being the watchful bird," I cave and sigh as I reply to him, before hanging up. I tap my cell on my lips as I begin thinking of other hunters who could take over the job, and quite frankly I'm becoming stubborn. I'm doing this damn case! I'm a woman-I can multitask. I'll do both, keeping demons at bay and hunt this shifter. I hope. I push the chair forward, so it's sitting back on all four legs and stand up. Grabbing the VHS tape, I walk across the room, and shove it in a bag and head out to Becky's house.
