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Chapter 7:

Spark of Vengeance

Lassiter was finally sitting at his desk. He was beyond grateful to be back at work. Because he was going stir crazy at home. Although, he guessed he was more out of it than he thought because currently he's never felt this good. There was only one downside, he was extremely hungry quite frequently.

And because of the importance of this case, Lassiter and Juliet had to have a working lunch. A lunch that Lassiter ravenously devoured.

Juliet made her way across to her partner's desk. "Carlton here's Eliza's phone records." "Anything out of the ordinary?" Lassiter said, after swallowing a bit of his burger.

"Well she made a few phone calls overseas to the same number." "Did they ever respond?" "Nope." "Well let's find out who that SOB is!"

"Sure." Before she did though, Juliet asked gesturing to his arm, "So how's that mark thing?"

Said arm, which could be seen due to his rolled up sleeve, had a large swollen red mark on his right arm right below the elbow. The mark almost looked like a tribal symbol resembling a unique but backwards upper case F.

"It's fine. I haven't had any trouble from it."

Before she could respond, Chief Vick came over to them with a grim expression on her face. "We found Dr. Zien and unfortunately he's dead. From what I understand the scene is brutal so let's take a few more teams. Henry, that includes Psych. This case is of the utmost importance right now."

The three simply nodded as they watched the Chief make her way back to her office. "Dobson, Miller, McKinley, Marshall! Let's go. We got another victim." Lassiter bellowed as he and Juliet headed out and not. They now were trying to prepare themselves for the worst.

At the scene...

As Lassiter, Juliet, and psych crossed under the crime scene tape, an ugly and very gruesome sight greeted them. A sight so horrific, it caused Shawn and Gus to vomit followed by Gus fainting. Buzz then came by bridal style carried the unconscious pharmaceutical rep out of the warehouse and back to one of the squad cars.

The sight was of Dr. Zien or at least the many parts of him. The scientist's limbs were no longer attached to him as they were scattered in different parts of the scene. The scientist's torso was now a leg less husk and was also partially ripped in half. And worse yet...the scientist's head was not found.

Another officer though confirmed this poor victim was Dr. Zien through the ID found in his wallet.

"Who found him?"

"A homeless man named Pete. He said that he was just coming in here to get some sleep, because he stayed up all night, and found the victim," Juliet answered, taking deep breaths through her nose.

"Alright. McKinley and Gilroy I want this place printed, processed, bagged and tagged in the next hour. Miller and Dobson start shaken down the owners of this place. Let's go!"

However, things didn't go as smoothly. Detective McKinley wasn't moving as fast as the other officers liked; however, they didn't have to wait long before Lassiter confronted him.

"McKinley!" Lassiter barked, "Move your ass! We have a killer out there and ever second counts. Now if I have to have this discussion with you again you're going to be riding a desk!" Lassiter threatened, but for a brief second the Irish detective's blues eyes flashed bright blood red. In that second though McKinley caught it.

"Whoa what the…Lassiter what's with your eyes?"

"Nothing's wrong with my eyes. Quit stalling and get your ass back to work!"

As the head detective walked away, McKinley's face got darker and angrier as he stared after Lassiter with pure hatred. His young partner, Tommy Gilroy, patted his shoulder in attempt to calm him down. But the angry detective roughly shrugged the young man's hand off him.

One of these days Lassiter...you're going to pay!

As Lassiter was walking away from Detective McKinley, he went over to his Crown Vic and looked at his reflection in the side mirror. Because even though he didn't trust McKinley what so ever, he did feel different.

As he looked at himself, he saw that his eyes were normal again. But there was something wrong. Inside his mouth, he felt with his tongue that his canines were longer than usual. As he opened his mouth, he saw that his suspicions about his teeth were correct. They were longer and a little sharper than normal. Lassiter didn't know what was going on and quite frankly it scared him a little.

What's going on with me? Lassiter thought as he made his way back into the scene.

TBC