Authors note: Okay so I made this from a prompt I saw although the story doesn't really have to do with the prompt but I got the idea from looking at the pictures on the prompt. I'm kind of looking at this as if the Avenger's team is like the Criminal minds team, only they don't just deal with serial killers. Hope you enjoy the story. And don't forget to review and let me know what you think!
I walked into the precinct with my badge and gun attached to my hip, and a coffee in one hand. I could already tell that today was going to be a long day. My alarm broke {when I accidently tossed it against the wall}, my coffee machine broke so I had to stop at a coffee shop on the way here {mental note have Tony take a look at it for me}, and it's about 20 degrees below zero out there. It was the middle of March and it looked as if it was about to snow. I sighed as I sat down at my desk in the bull pen.
"Ruff morning Charlie?" A voice asked from behind me.
I turned my head to see Bruce standing behind me. Bruce is the forensic scientist and coroner of our team. The team consists of myself, Dr. Banner, Tony our weapons and machine expert, Steve our team leader, Natasha and Clint our two CIA agents, Chris {or as everyone calls him Thor} and his brother Tom our Two FBI agents, and then there's the chief of police Nick Fury.
"Yeah today already sucks," I muttered, taking a sip of my coffee.
"Yeah well today is about to get even worse," Chief Fury stated, walking past. He was a tall man with an eye patch. Most people found him intimidating, but I could see past it. Behind that mask was a man who'd lost a lot including his eye. He'd lost his eye in the line of duty. He'd gotten into a fire fight with a drug dealer who'd killed thirty people.
"Oh great what now," I exclaimed, jumping up and following him to the briefing room. When I walked into the room I could see the rest of the team already sitting at the conference table. I took my seat in between Bruce, and Steve.
"So what we got today?" Tony asked, while playing with a pen.
"A real-estate agent found several dead bodies in a house she was showing. It seems that they were left there for over a month. Each victim was a woman in her early to late twenty's, and each had long brown hair," Chief Fury explained, passing out the folders. I looked through the folder. There were a total of ten victims.
"The bodies have been transported to the morgue for you Dr. I'd like you all to get started right away this case takes priority over everything," Chief Fury stated. We all nodded our heads, grabbed our folders, and rushed out of the room.
"I knew today was gonna be a bad day," I muttered, following my team back to the bull pen. Bruce walked past the bull pen and headed towards the elevator.
"All right we'll split up into teams, Chris and Tom you two should talk to the families of the first three victims, Clint and Nat you two talk to the families of the fourth, fifth, and sixth victims, Charlie, Tony, and I will talk to the families of the last victims," Steve ordered, grabbing his badge and gun off his desk.
We each grabbed our coats and headed out. I jumped into my car and followed Steve and Tony's cars to the house of victim number seven. She lived with her fiancé in a one bedroom apartment, and she worked at a restaurant on the other end of town. I pulled up outside the victim's apartment, and stepped out of my car. I looked up at the building which only had three floors.
"All right let's go, after we're done talking with the fiancé we'll stop by her work place on the way to the next victim's house," Steve exclaimed, walking past me. I followed him and Tony inside the building and up to the victim's {Sarah Claes} apartment. Steve knocked on the door, and a few seconds later her fiancé {Spencer} opened the door.
"Hi I'm detective Rogers, these are my partners detective's Stark and Robinson, we're investigating the death of Sarah," Steve stated, showing him his badge.
"Oh yeah, ugh come in," Spencer replied, opening the door wider so we could come in. We followed him into the living room where a black wrap around couch was sitting in the middle of the room facing a small flat screen TV.
"Would any of you like something to drink?" Spencer asked.
"Ah no thanks, so how long have you know Sarah?" Steve asked, sitting down.
"For three years. We ran into each other in a coffee shop and got to talking. I finally asked her out about a year ago and I'd just proposed to her last week," Spencer answered, his voice cracking at his last sentence.
"Did Sarah have any enemies?" I asked.
"No everyone loved her, she was always smiling, and she always made everyone laugh," Spencer replied, shaking his head…
Several hours later {precinct}
I plopped down in my chair and groaned. We'd been all over New York talking to about a dozen family and friends of the victims. We'd meet so many people that I had trouble keeping them all straight in my head. We hadn't gotten much on any of the victims. We'd meet several of the victims coworkers like Jason Curtson who worked with Sarah, Sammy Arentz who worked with Jamie the 8th victim, and Jack Hernd's who worked with Nina the 9th victim. Suddenly my phone went off.
"Hello," I said, answering the phone.
"Hey Charlie come down to the morgue I figured out how the victims were killed," Bruce stated.
"All right I'll be down in a minute," I replied, standing up. I hung up my phone, and walked over to the elevator. I pressed the button and a few seconds later the elevator doors opened. Tom and Chris were standing in the elevator and the two of them looked up at me.
"Hey did you guys have fun interviewing the families of the victims?" I asked, stepping into the elevator.
"Define fun," Tom deadpanned. I chuckled, and shook my head.
"Yeah me to, I was just heading down to the morgue Bruce found the cause of death you guys can come along if you want," I stated.
"Yeah sure why not," Chris said, shrugging his shoulders. A few seconds later the elevator doors opened, and the three of us got out and walked into the morgue.
"I see you picked up a few stray's on your way down," Bruce exclaimed, looking up at us.
"Oh hey that's no way to talk to your team mates," Chris scoffed. I could see a smirk playing across his face and I just chuckled.
"So what did you find?" Tom asked, walking over.
"Well each victim had two marks on their necks from a Taser, and each of them had several burns marks along their bodies. The actual cause of death was strangulation, but these women were defiantly tortured before they died," Bruce explained.
"Is that all that was done to them?" I asked. A shiver ran down my spine.
"Well the last two were rapped, but that's about it," Bruce finished. I sighed.
"So he knocks out his victims using a Taser, then tortures and kills them," Tom stated. Bruce nodded his head.
"Great," I muttered, scowling.
"Have you written up your report on your findings yet?" Chris asked.
"Yeah I have it right here I was about to send it up to Chief Fury," Bruce replied, picking up the folder that was sitting on his desk.
"I'll give it to him," I offered, grabbing the folder.
"Thank you," He said, handing it over. I nodded my head, and walked out of the morgue with Tom and Chris right behind me. After a short ride in the elevator I walked past the bull pen and up to Chief Fury's office.
"Ah Chief Fury I got Bruce's report here for you," I stated, walking in and setting the folder down on his desk.
"Thank you Detective Robinson," He stated, picking up the folder. I nodded my head, and left…
Later that night {Charlie's apartment}
I sat down on my couch and sighed. I hate today so much. Sometimes I wish I'd never become a cop, but other times I'm glad I did. I love working with my team, and I love catching bad guys. I sighed, kicked my shoes off, and turned the TV on. I switched to Nick at night, and laid back on my couch. Within minutes I was asleep…