*GORE WARNING AT THE END OF THE CHAPTER. READ WITH CAUTION*
Crime Scene Hurl.
BPOV.
"James, you're not seriously making me work with him again are you?" Edward had come off of his 'punishment' as a lab tech a few days ago and James had placed him on a case with me already. "You know what happened last time. He has a complete disregard for authority, unless it's him that's in charge." I was fuming.
James stayed silent during my little rant. He sat at his desk, flicking through paperwork. Finally he spoke up; "Bella, what is it you want me to do? You're the only senior CSI I have that can show Edward the ropes."
"Can't he learn from you? Jasper even?"
"Learn what? How to sit here and sign off cases? That's not going to work and Jasper has his own work load to sort through. Just do your best Bella. I will deal with him if and when needed."
I huffed and stormed from the room in search of Jerkface. This week had been going so well too. I worked with Jasper, who was excellent at his job and Lauren, who still needed a bit of guideance and seemed to warm up to me once I told her I had zero interest in any of the men who worked here. I solved our last case by myself as well.
Poor little Danny. Turns out his mother was the victim from Jaspers homicide case and his father was the one that kidnapped him. He had stuffed the boy in the trunk of the car before returning to the house and killing Dannys mother. There will be no justice though as the man died in the hosital due to the injuries he sustained in the collision. Child services are looking for the rest of Dannys family.
I found Edward in the staff room, stuffing his face. "Oi, we've got a case." He looked up with half a burrito hanging out of his mouth. Ick! "You're not eating that in my car."
"Fiy e'll ake my ca." He said around a mouthfull of meat and rice, spraying bits across the table top.
"Ugh that's disgusting, you pig. Swallow before you talk. Other people have to eat here too ya know!"
He swallowed his food and threw away his trash. "Ready, your Highness." He mocked with a fake bow.
"God, when are you going to stop being such an insufferable pillock?"
"When you stop being a cantankerous bitch. Can we go now?" He asked with a forced smile.
"Come on. We're taking my car." I turned on my heel and left him there, not caring whether he followed or not.
EPOV.
I followed Bella out to the parking lot. It felt good to be out of the lab and working on a proper case again. I watched her climb up into her SUV. I had to suppress a groan at the way her pants stretched tight across her ass. Oh the things I could do to it.
A loud horn pulled me out of my fantasies and I looked up to see Bella glaring at me with a quirked eyebrow, the engine running on the car. "Some time today would be nice. Get your ass in the car!" She yelled.
I shook my head and ran around to the otherside of the car as fast as I could. I wouldn't put it past her to try and run me over.
I climbed into my seat and barely had time to close the door before we were screeching out of the parking lot. I held on for dear life as I struggled to put on my seat belt. It felt like we were going round corners on two wheels. "Can we slow down a bit?"
"Nope. We've got evidence to collect and it's degrading as we speak. Thanks to you stuffing your face we're late."
My head bashed against the side window as we took a sharp left. I could feel that burrito coming back up to haunt me. "Bella, please." I wimpered. "Can you just slow down a tad?"
She cast a sideways glance at me before returning her eyes to the road. "What's the matter Ed? You looking a little green around the gills. Vomit in my car and you can walk the rest of the way." She threatened, but thankfully did slow her speed down a little.
We finally reached our destination. The docks...
As soon as I stepped out of the vehicle and the sea air hit me, I was rushing to the waters edge. The burrito didn't taste as nice coming back up as it did going down.
A stick of gum was passed over my shoulder which I gratefully accepted. I looked round to see Bella walking back to her car and pull her kit from the back seat.
Maybe she wasn't so much of a bitch after all.
BPOV.
I felt bad about making Edward throw up just to prove a point, so I gave him my last piece of gum as a miniature peace offering.
I'm glad he chucked up when he did, because the sight before us when we entered the warehouse was a gruesome one.
A middle aged man sat strapped naked to a chair, his head hanging on by no more than a few millimeters of skin. His finger tips were gone, so we had no way of printing this guy. Deep gashes were gouged into his torso and there was bruising around the knees. The smell of blood was thick in the air.
"Oh dear god." Edward said, shocked at the sight before him.
"Please don't throw up in here Edward. I really don't need the crime scene contaminated." I said softly. "Take a breather if you must."
"No, I'm good. I just... I've never seen anything like this before. This has to be the worst case I've worked on."
"Have you not worked a scene like this before?" I was suprised. I thought everyone would of seen something like this at least once.
"Not to this extent. He's been tortured."
"This is all too familiar to me. Gangs in Arizona used to torture people left, right and center, then leave them like this."
"You think this is their work?" Edward asked, shocked with a hint of worry to his tone.
"I'm not sure. Let me make a phone call. If you like, check the warehouse for any other evidence. Take an officer with you." Edward wandered off with his kit in one hand and a flashlight in the other, while the officer with him drew their gun.
I waited until they were out of ear shot before dialling the number I knew so well.
"Hello?" Came the groggy reply.
"Hi, Steven."
Sorry for the late update faithful readers. I've been away at a festival. Updates should be more regular over the next week.
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