AN: Okay, so some people are asking what pairings I'm going to do, so here they are:

Jelsa

Kristana

Hiccstrid

Eugenezel

FBI Chapter 5, Snow White pt. 5:

Rapunzel parked the car in front of the country mansion and hopped out, skipping to the side truck, humming as she unlocked the cages. Hiccup went inside and headed upstairs. He walked into Snow White's room and saw a set of workout clothes on the floor: some socks, a tank top, and a set of shorts. He bent down, slipping on some glove to pick them up, and noticed something tucked in between the mattress and the bed frame. He pinched it and began to pull it out. A pair of boxers.

"Interesting…" Hiccup murmured to himself as he stored them away in an evidence bag. He gather Snow's clothing and went back outside where Merida and Rapunzel were seated waiting while holding the dogs by their leashes. Merida was being tugged into two different directions as Stormfly and Toothless tried to run of in two separate directions. Angus just sat calmly next to her. Rapunzel was laughing at her as she stood calmly with Maximus and Sven snuggling against her legs. Hiccup relieved Merida of the two high-energy dogs before handing her the tank top.

"Told you they were hard to handle," he said, though they calmed down the minute he took the leashes. He then the socks to Rapunzel, and kept the shorts for himself.

"Okay, Toothless, Stormfly, smell," he ordered as he held out the shorts. Both German Shepherds began sniffing the piece of cloth. Rapunzel did the same with Maximus and Sven, so Merida followed their example with Angus.

"Sniff, Angus."

Angus stood up and buried his nose in the tank top and sniffed.

"Okay," Hiccup called from behind her as Toothless and Stormfly had finished sniffing. "Find her."

Toothless put his nose to the ground and began sniffing about, the other dogs following suit. They led their handlers around back, and into the woods. Toothless suddenly leaned his head back and howled. The other dogs howled in response, and they took off running and sniffing in one direction.

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Astrid sighed as she set up the blood bag and spoke into a voice recorder.

"Splatter test 38. Golf club."

"Why are we testing a golf club?" Anna asked. "There wasn't a golf club in the house."

"Well, rich people play golf, don't they?"

"These rich people don't appear to."

Astrid sighed. "I'm running out of ideas, okay?"

She pulled the club back and swung at the bag once, twice, three times. She looked at the splatter pattern, and groaned. It was not a match.

"Nope," she sighed into a voice recorder. She and Anna began cleaning up the area and setting up the next test, the wrench.

"Maybe they didn't use a weapon," Anna suggested. "Maybe they just kicked her to death."

"If nothing on this list pans out, i might just try that," Astrid snickered as she turned on the voice recorder. "Splatter test 39. Wrench."

She beat the bag four times, and the splatters didn't match. Astrid growled again, and began cleaning up again. Anna hummed to herself, bored, as she helped Astrid and then sat down the the next, and final, test.

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Grimhilda drummed her fingernails on the table as she waited for news. Not a tear had fallen in the whole time she'd been seated there, she was completely dry eyed when Jack came rushing back in a dropping a file and stack of printed articles on the table in front of her.

"When were you going to tell us about this, exactly?" he asked.

Grimhilda picked up the article on the top of the stack and read the headline:

"A deadly hit and run leaves one dead and one in jail."

Grimhilda took in a deep breath as she set the article down and rubbed her forehead.

"You killed a woman," Jack said. "You ran her over, smashing her into the her car, and leaving her to bleed out and die."

Grimhilda didn't look up at him, just rubbed her forehead.

"You've already killed one human being, what's to say you can't kill another?"

"Because this was an accident," Grimhilda answered as she placed her hand over the pile. "I already told you I have an alcohol problem, I-"

"You're claiming you were drunk?"

"Yes," Grimhilda sighed. "I was heavily intoxicated while I was driving. I didn't know what had happened until I woke up in jail the next morning-"

"That might be believable, if this particular woman hadn't just married your ex-boyfriend, and had just filed a restraining order on you for harassment," Jack interupted.

"A horrible coincidence," Grimhilda tried to explain, but Jack didn't listen. He opened the file and began throwing picture, after picture, after picture of the crime scene, the body, her mug shots, the mangled car. Grimhilda stared at them, no sign of remorse on her face.

"Where is she, Grimhilda?" Jack asked. "Where'd you put Snow's body?"

"I didn't put it anywhere."

"Then who did?"

"I don't know."

"We're going to find her eventually, so why don't you save us the trouble and tell us now?"

"I hope you do find her," Grimhilda said. "I hope you find her soon so I can put my little Snow to rest. But I can't help you. I don't know what happened."

Jack tapped his fingertips on the table, his eyes narrowed as he pulled a folded paper out of his jacket and unfolded it.

"What's that?"

"It's a warrant," Jack answered. "I'm gonna have to take your cell phone and other electronic devices."

Grimhilda pulled her phone and a tablet out of her purse and passed them to jack. "Here. I have nothing to hide."

Jack took them and then stepped outside. Down the hall, Eugene also made his way out of Florian's room with Florian's phone. As he stepped into the hall, he was confronted by an aggravated Elsa.

"What have I told you about leaving dirty bowls lying about everywhere?" she asked as she shoved his bowl from that morning into his hands.

"Uh...very suspicious acting suspects phone?" Eugene asked as he held up the Apple product.

Elsa rolled her eyes and snatched it from him. "I sent Hiccup into the field with the dogs, we'll have to wait until-"

Elsa's phone began ringing. She opened it and asked, "Hello?"

"Elsa."

"Hiccup, did you find a body?"

"Not exactly, but the next best thing," Hiccup answered as he stood on the edge of a pit, filled

with bloody and burned rugs, sheets, pillow, furniture, and other such things. "We've got a

dump site."