A/N: Merry Christmas, everybody! Sorry about the delay (I was busy working on Vortex and Apotheosis). I hope you guys aren't on the jolly old man's naughty list. :P

October 14 2013, Friday. 11.49 am.

Boston Police Department.

"Oh come on, Mr. Kelly. Why don't you just stop playing games with us, and tell the truth," I said. He stayed silent. "This is more than just your reputation at stake right now, Kelly. You're suspected to be the Origami Killer. So unless you're planning on confessing and sending yourself to life imprisonment, you better come clean with us."

"What?! " he asked, flustered. "The Origami Killer? I'm not him!"

"But evidence tells us otherwise, Kelly. Someone saw both you and your car at Riverside Railway Station just almost two hours before young Charles Edwards' body was found, mud covering his face and an orchid in his hands."

"I'm not the Origami Killer, I swear!" he pleaded.

"The witness also said that he saw you arrive at the station alone, with a turquoise duffel bag in your hands. Then you left alone as well," I said, tone slightly accusing. "Own up, Kelly. You stuffed little Charles' body into that bag, went to the station to dump it, did your little orchid ritual, and left, thinking nobody saw you. But now you're caught, Kelly. There's nowhere left to run, no way out."

He slammed his hands against the table repeatedly. "God damn it, no no no no no! I didn't kill him! I didn't kill anyone!"

"There's no use just saying you're not the guy we're looking for, Kelly. You have to prove it."

"Alright, alright, I'll confess!" he said, agitated. "Look, I've always liked trying new things, alright? About two months ago, I joined this BDSM club. We would... we would hook up among ourselves, find a nice place and do our thing, you know? Yesterday... yesterday was another one of those hook ups. As simple as that, I swear," he explained.

"What about the bag?" I questioned.

Kelly's face turned bright red. "I keep all of my, um, tools, inside it."

"Half an hour seems pretty quick for a hook up, Kelly."

"My partner didn't come, alright?" he said defensively. "She said something about her son being sick-"

"Wait, she's married?! " By then I was truly, utterly disgusted.

The businessman's face took on an even brighter shade of red that I thought didn't exist. I so desperately wanted to give him a good solid whack on the head with the butt of my pistol, except then I realised that the Glock wasn't with me - guns weren't allowed during interrogations.

I almost resorted to using my fists, but the door opened before I could do anything stupid that would've cost him a nose, and myself a charge for assault and battery.

Lucky bastard, I thought.

The door opened. His lawyer had arrived. But not just any lawyer.

"Stacey? " I said in disbelief. "You're his lawyer? "

Today just kept getting better and better.

I was treated to one of her signature 'what do you think? ' smug looks. "Lieutenant Grant, I'm here to post bail for my client. I trust that he has been treated decently?"

"Of course, Miss Weston, naturally." I gave her one my best outwardly friendly but inwardly I-want-to-kill-you smiles. "Oh and uh, you might want to tell your client to keep a lid on his libido," I said, a little too innocently, before leaving the room.

I instructed Bruno to go take care of the formalities with Kelly, and went straight back to my desk.

"So fast?" Charles asked.

"Let's just say that I'm not very interested in wasting my time discussing sexual needs and fetishes with a scumbag while a young boy's on the verge of drowning in some God-forsaken place.

"Ooh, someone sounds touchy..." It was Williams, naturally. The FBI agent seemed to get a kick whenever I hit a dead end. "How'd it go in there?" she asked.

I rolled my eyes. "Peachy."

"No, I meant the meeting with your ex-wife."

My jaw dropped. "How did you- oh." I glared at Charles. "Why do you have to tell her everything?"

"She asked, so I answered!"

Williams laughed. "Oh please, Lieutenant, even if Detective Benson didn't tell me, I could've pulled your file anyway."

"Is that supposed to make me feel thankful? Because I am not."

Charles ever so conveniently went to get a cup of coffee, leaving Williams and I alone. I scooted my chair closer to her.

"Can I ask you something, Williams?"

"Sure."

"Do you have OCD? Or do you just love to stalk people? I can recommend a very good psychologist to you if you like," I said, very friendly and helpful smile plastered on my face.

She smiled back innocently, and stomped on left foot with such force I almost felt my bones break up into powder. I slammed my hands on the desk. It was all I could to not yelp out loud in pain. "Oh gee, I don't know, Lieutenant. But I am very violent, you know."

You don't say, I wanted to scream in her face, but it sounded more like a moose having an asthma attack.

"Come on now, Lieutenant. We have some neighbours that need interviewing." That damn smile still stuck on her face, Williams stood up. "And I'm thinking you're in no position to drive, so keys please! " she demanded gleefully.

Reluctantly, I handed the car keys over to her.

"Thanks, Lieutenant. Now hurry along!" She began to walk very briskly towards the lift.

"Sadistic woman..." I muttered under my breath, making my way very slowly towards her. I swore she was enjoying every single minute of my misery.

"I heard that!"

"Oh shut up!"