The next morning she was awakened by the sound of her phone ringing. "Whoever this is, it is far too early. It better be good." She griped into the line, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes to read the alarm clock. Barely five.
"Yeah, well it is. Another victim and your ass is on the line now too."
"Renee." She commented, recognizing the other voice that sounded just as sleep deprived as hers. "Another one?" She asked, rolling towards her closet.
"One of the officers, he must have been tracked from when he went to go investigate the house. He had to have been killed someplace different though, the cops found the tub covered in blood and they've been watching the place all night, nothing."
She groaned. "I'll be in as soon as possible." She pulled out an outfit from her closet and pulled off her PJ's to change into it.
"I told them to go ahead and start the autopsy, they've been following the rules, haven't they?" She grinned as she pulled on a blouse.
"Yes, they've been good little boys and girls. No time outs required." she heard a slight chuckle from the other end of the line.
"Good. See you in a few." The phone clicked, and she knew that her friend had hung up on her. She quickly got dressed and grabbed her brush from the vanity, running it through her untameably thick hair. She hated it, her father had had very thick, very curly hair, her mother had had straight, perfect hair, she got stuck with the bastardization of the two, a messy, bushy bunch that wasn't curly enough that she could forgo brushing entirely, but was too straight to do much with. She pulled it into a loose ponytail and doubled it over forming a messy bun.
She drove in as quickly as possible, hating the traffic and that her car was far too long to take tight turns and risk running lights. It was the only downside to the gorgeous thing. She parked it and headed up the elevator. "Hey." She said as she walked in. "Garret, Jordan, Renee." She acknowledged the three of them in order, looking around. "Another one bites the dust, eh?" She stifled a yawn.
"Butchered like the other two. Looks like we have a serial killer who's not afraid to kill cops." Renee seemed to be spitting venom as she talked and she bit back a grin. This was not a light situation, but her friend had a bad habit of getting far to involved in cases. It was what made her so good at her job, but it could be a hindrance at times.
She looked over the body, noticing everything about it. "Same knife." she pointed out, and the nodded. "Matched him by prints?" Another nod. "None of the heads found?" This time the other heads shook.
"Nope." She groaned.
"Joy. We've got a dead cop and two dead innocent people. "
"OK folks, you got anything good?" Woody limped in, just barely missing being hit by the doors. "Can't I sue or something that this place doesn't have handicap access?" he complained, looking over the body himself. "The house was a goldmine, but all the DNA and blood is the victims, nothing that would point us to the killer. No suspect yet."
Renee frowned. "We need this guy, all our jobs are on the line with him." Her friend was just pointing out the truth, however much she didn't want to hear it.
"Don't remind me." Garret spoke for the first time that morning. Woody's cell phone rang and the young detective spoke for a long while before grinning.
"Don't worry doc, you're job's not going up in smoke just yet. We've got a car. Someone saw someone dumping something out of a car right by where we found Officer Holt here, We've got the car now, labs running prints. Plates are stolen, but hopefully our butcher here left behind something more than a hair." Renee looked relieved.
"Thats great." She said, much relieved herself. "But what do we do until then?" She asked, itching to do something helpful.
"Wait." Garret shrugged as he spoke, knowing that was the only thing they could do until the lab got the results back.
"There's gotta be something." She said, beginning to pace. She hated having nothing to do, it drove her nuts. She always had to be doing something, and most of the time it was more than one thing at once.
"What's your personal stake in this?" Jordan asked her. She had the feeling the young doctor still had a few misgivings about her, but she knew that the woman had every right not to trust her.
"My job, same as Renee, same as Garret. If Garret's gone, I'm not needed, if Renee is gone, well, my job was created by her, next person will definitely can it." She moved closer to Garret, and when she realized what she was doing she bit back a grin. Subconsciously moving closer to him, seeking some sort of comfort. He was her type, she had to admit, and the past two nights had been great, they hit it off really well, she wanted to know more about him, she wanted to know if he would finally be the one.