"More than one?! What do you mean more than one?" Seth questioned as he stood up in complete shock.

"Like I said...I recall one of the last things Elias told me on the phone before he died. He told me that this was bigger than we thought. And how he highly suspected that there was more than one. Looking back on everything now, he's definitely right."

"I-I just...how did we not figure this out until now?"

"I should've tried better to remember Elias's words at the time. But it explains why their tracks are always covered. I don't think one person could've gone this long without making a mistake."

"Do we know for a fact, though?"

Finn shakes his head. "Not officially, but it looks like it's the most probable. I'm going to call Dean to let him know."

Seth begins to read through Elias's file while Finn dialed the phone. After a few rings, however, the call went straight to voicemail. Confused, Finn called again, only to gain the same result.

"Something's wrong. He's not answering my calls."

"Maybe he's busy?"

Finn knew that couldn't be true. There was no reason as to why Dean wasn't answering his calls. Unless...he went out without him. There was the worrisome side of Finn that feared for Dean being out alone with the high chance they were dealing with more than one killer. What was it that Roman said? Braun attacked him earlier? Did he get to Dean somehow? These questions ran through Finn's head.

"I think I might know where he is. I'm going to look for him."

"Let me go with you," Seth proposed. "If this is getting bad, you might need some backup."

Finn was hesitant to tag Seth along. But he didn't want to waste time arguing with him either. "Alright. But just this once. I don't want to put you in harm's way too."

"Two of them?"

Dean stares at Braun with a sharp intensity, but the bigger man doesn't seem in the mood for intimidation. In fact, he seems down right defeated.

"Yes. There has always been two of them. I'm surprised you and your detective haven't figured out who they are yet-"

"If you know, then why won't you fuckin' tell me?"

"Trust me...you and the detective will know who they are soon. They've been watching you long enough."

"Stop bullshitting and explain why you sent me here! What happened that night she died?"

Braun exhales heavily as he pours himself a drink, looking around the room as if someone was watching them. Maybe they were.

"That night, I had gotten a call from Kevin Owens on who their next victim was. He told me to keep an eye out for your sister. That she was heading to my club with friends."

He sips his drink, noticing how badly Dean looked like he wanted to hurt him. He wanted to explain to Dean that it was the truth, he didn't kill the girl, but he might as well have with how much he was involved in it. Deep down, he actually felt somewhat of pity for Ambrose because in the end, he knew it was only a matter of time before he knew the truth. And when he did, it would destroy him.

Cracking his knuckles, he continues. "After she arrived, I waited for an opportunity. Looked up her number, and called. Naturally, if she answered in the club, she wouldn't of been able to hear. It went according to their plan. She went out and never came back. You know how the rest goes."

"They...they took her."

Braun nodded and finishes off his drink. "Tell me something, Ambrose. What do you hope to gain by finding out who they are? Do you really think it would fix everything?"

"I know it won't fix everything," Dean whispers as he leans back. "I know that she's gone and never coming back. But damn, would it feel great to make them feel the pain I've felt."

Braun plays around with his empty cup before he stands up to look around the room. "You know why Kevin was killed, right? He sang like a canary and they couldn't let him live. He was no longer needed as their messenger."

"I don't get it, though. How did they know? There wasn't anyone there but us."

"He had cameras in there, didn't he?"

"But why tell me this?"

"Same reason I attacked you earlier. Now that they know that they don't need Owens, what use do they have for me? That's the only reason they threatened to keep us around. We're all victims in the end, huh?"

"So what's this mean for me and Finn?"

"Like I said, you'll know what they have in store soon enough."

Dean stands up to confront the larger man. "I'm not going to let them hurt Finn."

For the second time today, Braun's hand wraps around his throat and he's slammed into the wall, Strowman breathing heavy into his face.

"You're a fucking arrogant gnat! You should've given up when I told you the first time!"

To both men's shock, Braun is suddenly struck in the back of the neck by one of the chairs, the furniture breaking on impact. Dean feels Braun's hand let go of him and by the look on his face, he's fallen unconscious. With Strowman on the floor, Dean looks up to see Finn standing there panting with wide eyes alongside another man he doesn't recognize.

"You okay?" Finn asks.

Dean just nods as the other guy runs over to take out a pair of handcuffs and put them on Braun.

"Um, hi. I'm Detective Rollins." He looks back at Finn. "We're definitely bringing this big guy in for questioning, right?"

"Right." Finn looks straight up and locks eyes with Dean. "Go take Braun Strowman to the station, Seth. I think Dean and I need some privacy."

A quick glance at the two men and Seth seemed to get the idea. "Okay, but it's gonna be a pain to drag this guy to the car." Despite that, he tries his best to get himself and Braun out the door and soon Dean and Finn are left alone.

Finn shakes his head and takes a deep breath, relief that Dean wasn't hurt washing over him. He was becoming so attached to him and with that came the worry for his safety. Dean makes his way to stand in front of him and Finn doesn't know whether he should hug him or cross his arms and scold him.

"You didn't answer my calls. I got worried about you."

"...I'm sorry. He wouldn't have told me what he knows if you were involved."

"That almost didn't end well for you!" Finn rebukes, laying his hands on Dean's chest. "You could've died if I wasn't here. Please...don't scare me like that."

Finn lets out a relaxed sigh when they pull each other into an embrace and Finn revels in the moment before he carefully asks, "What did he tell you?"

"That there's actually two people we're after. And how...they might be coming for us." Finn said nothing but it only made Dean squeeze tighter. "I'm not going to let anything happen to you, Finn."

"It's not me I'm worried about. I don't…" He separates to caress Dean's cheek, tiptoeing to draw closer to his lips. "I don't want to lose another person I care about."

He closes his eyes as their lips meet and Finn is feeling much calmer than before, leaning in more into the kiss as he feels his backside hitting the desk behind them. Oh. This could be a good catalyst for revenge, Finn believes. He breaks the kiss momentarily to sit himself on the edge of the desk, smirking before he resumes where he left off, albeit a bit more aggressive than before.

It isn't too long before he opens his mouth to welcome the hot sensation of his tongue against Dean's. A moan escapes him and Finn rests his back on the desk, pulling Dean down with him. Finn splits them up to catch his breath and he can feel how hard they both had become, how lust-blown Dean's eyes had gotten.

"You want this?" Dean murmurs. "Right here?"

Finn bites his lip. "Yes. It will be good payback for the trouble he's caused us." Pulling him close once more, Finn wraps his legs around and lightly thrusts upwards. "I want you."

He's given a quick kiss before the rest of the desk is cleared off and Finn scoots himself up. Dean looks to the drawers and to his pleasant surprise, finds a box of condoms in one of them. They both give a small chuckle.

"I know it's a nightclub and anything can happen," Dean grins. "But I never took Braun for the kinda guy who got lucky."

Smiling, Finn discarded himself of his jacket and nearly whimpered out once he felt a hand rub his clothed erection and kissed. Getting impatient with how hard he was starting to get, Finn quickly removes Dean's jacket, one hand reaching down to grab his belt. Dean seems to take the hint before he takes off Finn's shirt, becoming awestruck at the man beneath him. The sweat making his hair stick to his forehead, every detail of his body exposed for him to see, his pretty blue eyes gazing back up at him.

"You're beautiful," Dean heard himself whisper out.

Finn whines at his words and tries to hide the fact that he did, but it's too late and he can feel himself getting more aroused. Dean smiles at him and Finn gasps when he feels those lips make their way down from his neck to his chest.

"I...I have an idea," Finn breathes out.

Dean looks up. "Yeah? What idea?"

"Take those handcuffs there from my belt. Put them on me."

No second wasted, he unhooks the handcuffs and Finn already has his wrists out. He liked this side of Finn he never saw before.

"You have the keys to these, right?"

"Yes, they're in my jacket."

"Funny. When we met, I always thought it would be you putting the cuffs on me."

Finn laughs and begins to feel the cold metal of the cuffs on his skin before they're locked in. They aren't too tight and Finn thinks it's sweet that even in this moment, Dean does all he can to make him comfortable, like he always had. The handcuffs make the foreplay for him much more torturous and exciting at the same time. Torturous, because the most he could now was grip the top of Dean's hair as he got lower and lower to his crotch.

In just a matter of minutes, all clothes are laid on the floor and Finn is now a gasping mess, chained up hands desperate to grasp anything as he felt Dean lick and kiss his now dripping erection. If Dean didn't fuck him now, he would surely come. He arches up his back and spreads his legs, hoping to send a signal that he was ready. Dean's teasing halts when Finn shows off his body in such an arousing way that Dean feels like he's going to faint at any moment if he forgets to breathe.

"So pretty."

Finn moans in response. "Please…"

He doesn't choose to tease Finn any further and decides to give him what he wants. Moving up to meet his face, the two stop for a moment to look fixedly at one another and Finn can't help but feel the heat rising to his cheeks either from being so turned on or how compassionate Dean is staring at him like he's the most fascinating person in the world. Finn felt it too, though. He could feel his heartbeat drumming in his ears as he hooks his cuffed hands to the back of Dean's neck, giving him the perfect hold as he leans up to share one of the most passionate kisses of his life.

This felt like more than just simple attraction.

The next morning, it's a chore to sit down, the pain in Finn's rear nagging him constantly. Maybe having sex on Braun's desk wasn't the best idea, but Finn couldn't think of a better place for them to be than in that moment. He closes his eyes, thinking back to yesterday. Every moan and whimper that escaped him as Dean entered him, the constant whispers of him praising his body, the cold handcuffs reddening his wrists. It had been such a long time since Finn let himself be taken care of like that and even longer since he's felt so...whole.

He opens his eyes once Seth and Bayley enter the office and Seth slumps into his chair with a hard thud, Bayley looking like she's on the verge of having a migraine.

"That Strowman guy is one tough nut to crack," Bayley mutters. "We can't get him to admit anything that he knows. He just sits there in silence. I'm exhausted. We've been interrogating him for hours now."

Finn passes her a sympathetic smile. "Braun doesn't seem like the type of man to reveal anything easily."

"Why'd he reveal all that stuff last night then?" Seth asks.

"He thought our killers were coming after him next following the death of our latest victim. I suppose he thought he had nothing left to lose."

"Speaking of," Bayley adds with a concerned look, "do either of you have a clue as to who the two suspects are?"

They shake their heads until Seth thinks about it some more, rising from his chair.

"There's somebody tampering with the crime scene evidence, right?"

"Um...yes?" Finn answers. "But how did you know about it?"

"Alexa told me the same day she told you. And think about it! Why would that be? Because we might very well be under the same workplace as one of our killers or even another one of their accomplices."

"They've checked the cameras in the forensics lab, though. Nothing suspicious showed up."

"I don't know, man. I can't help but think that things are deeper than you thought. What if...Sami's hit and run was no accident?"

Bayley raises an eyebrow. "What are you talking about?"

"If it's true that there's two murderers...and someone is messing with the evidence...you think someone found out that Sami noticed and tried to kill him by running him over?"

"That's...not bad. Finn, what do you think? It's your case, buddy."

Finn looked over the suspicions in his head. It was true that Sami was hurt the same day that he and Alexa told him about the soiled evidence, but he had never connected the two. Not long after Sami's incident, he and Dean had come across Kevin's body. Could it all have been a set up from the start? Finn wasn't sure one-hundred percent, but he knew that whoever these two were, they were watching closely. Had they been watching Sami too?

"It's a possibility."

"What do we do then?"

"Let me talk to Alexa. She was the one there when Sami was hit. Maybe she has an idea."

Bayley shrugs. "Okay, detective. But I don't think she can give you an answer on the car. We asked her and everyone else who might've seen it that day. Car drove too fast to make out anything."

"Of course it was." Stretching his backside, he makes his way out of the office only to hear Bayley and Seth snicker behind him. "What?"

"You feeling alright there, Finn?" Bayley giggles. "You're kinda limping."

"I...I'm perfectly fine! Just tired from the case, is all."

"That's not the only thing he's tired from," Seth jokes with a loud cackle.

Finn only rolls his eyes in response and walks away, smiling when he hears their laughter down the halls. When he finds Alexa, she's in the lab as usual, filling out some paper while other workers are running some tests. She spots him when she looks up and the detective instructs her to come up to him, needing privacy from the rest of her team.

"What's up? You have anything you need us to look over? If not, I gotta get back to work."

"Actually I was wondering if I can ask you about the day Sami was in a hit and run."

She frowns. "What about it?"

"I have a feeling it could be linked to my case. The same day that Sami was hit was the same day you two told me about the tampered evidence."

"That could just be a coincidence."

"Maybe. But maybe not. Do you know anyone here who would try to hurt you or Sami? Any strange activity that day?"

"Hmm." She looks back to the lab, down the halls, then back to Finn. "Well, truthfully, I don't think I trust anyone around here. Ever since Sami was hurt...things have been getting really on edge. I mean, if it's true that whoever came after Sami is working in this same building, who's to say they won't come after me too?"

"So you're telling me you don't know anyone who would want to hurt you?"

"No, all I'm saying is that is could be anyone here. Look, Flynn, we're really busy right now and I don't feel comfortable talking about Sami's accident, okay? Just remember to keep your eyes open like I do."

She disappears back into the office without another word and Finn lets out a frustrated exhale. What a waste of time.

"It's Finn," he says more to himself than to anyone else.

He wondered if Alexa was ever going to get his name right.

When he sees Dean again, Finn notices how fast his heart starts to beat around him now, especially when he's greeted with a quick kiss. Dean smiles at him and Finn finds it to be the most lighthearted thing he's seen in a while. Finn takes a few minutes to explain the Braun situation back at the station and how they've had no luck making him talk.

"That's no surprise," Dean groans. "Whatever. He won't stay quiet forever. But it's a good thing you showed up."

"What's wrong?"

"You remember how our two killers sent me a picture of my sister through the mail?"

Not waiting for an answer, Dean pulls out another photograph from his pocket and Finn's eyes widen at what he sees. He remembers this day. It was the day he and Dean met for the second time and had lunch. Only their backs were shown in the photo, walking down the street together. The picture seemed to have been taken inside a car. But like the rest of the photos they have seen before now, it carried a message on the bottom. One they didn't quite understand, but didn't like either.

Detective and company! You are invited!