A/N: I'm really sorry, this so bad but I really couldn't do anything else with it.
Case 8: Beautiful No More
The two detectives were lounging at the younger's desk when the call came in. The whole department was betting on when they'd make it official after Alex had hacked the parking level's camera and sent everyone the footage of them making out.
The moment it came in King gave it to his best pair of detectives and sent them on their way, also having the added benefit of stopping people talking about them instead of working, that and getting Dorian to fetch things for them.
When they arrived at the restaurant and saw the body they both winced and JJ grabbed an umbrella so they could stay sheltered.
"Wonder how much evidence the rain washed away?" Jones sighed, pulling his jacket closer against the chill.
"Just hope." And he had to smile at his younger partner as his hand came up, brushing over his rosary under his black t-shirt.
While David spoke with a witness who was creepily happy about this, JJ looked around, finding a purse that most likely belonged to the victim and found a hammer that was hidden amounts some creates, covered in blood and luckily missed by the elements.
JJ opened the boot of the SUV, smiling at his sleeping pup before he started searching through the handbag.
"Well Mrs Holly was very informative and scarily enthusiastic. From what I could get out of her the victim was clutching a necklace that's not there anymore, and whoever did this was pale and no more than 120lbs." Jones stood behind his partner, one arm closely around his waist, looking easily over the tallers shoulder.
Finally he pulled out an ID and looked at it, a beautiful, stunning, blond women called Patricia Mills.
"I know her, that's Trixie Velvet, she works in Marconi's strip club." The detective realised what he'd said and blushed brightly, stammering for an excuse.
"Don't worry Doll, you ain't the first and you won't be the last. Besides, it gives us somewhere to start after we get the hammer to the lab and check this is our victim."
They went back to the station and got Patricia Mills' prints off her work card, confirming it was indeed her.
After that they left to the blue flamingo.
"Jones! How you doing?" A large black man who seemed a bit camp greeted the detective.
"Hey Biff. This my partner Sargeant Jensen." He gestured to the red head. "Um Biff, I'm sorry but we found Trixie dead this morning."
"What?" The sound seemed impossibly soft and JJ's heart went out to him. "But, but, she was just here yesterday."
"We'll find who did this, I've never failed to solve a case before and I'm not about to start now. Is there anything you can tell us?" JJ implored,, he knew the look on the man's face, it was that of losing family, something he knew so well.
"I don't get why anyone would do this, she was so sweet, like a sister to me." The red-head gripped the taller's shoulder.
"Is there anyone else we can talk to, someone who might have talked with Trixie last night?" Jones asked softly.
"Yeah, Alice, our barmaid, she was friends with Trixie."
They moved past him and were met by Marconi, the smug git.
"A Gentlemen. To what do I owe the pleasure."
"A dead dancer." The southern drawl stopped David's temper and Tony's wit in their tracks. "Patricia Mills also works under the name Trixie Velvet was found brutally murdered this morning."
Both detectives watched as shock and anger flitted over his features before he stood straight.
"You had better catch them before I do, feel free to look around." And he was gone, most likely back to his table.
It took JJ no time to find a torn letter and start piecing it together while Jones spoke with the barmaid Alice August. On the way out they nodded to Marconi, appreciative of the cooperation for once.
Out in the car they shared what they'd learned.
"It was a letter addressed to Trixie? Patricia?" JJ began, not a hundred on what they were calling her.
"Trixie's what everyone called her."
"Right. It asked Trixie to be behind Joe's Dinner after her shift, as that's where she was killed its most likely from our killer. I also smelled something on it, like faded perfume, I'll give it to Grace." The younger looked to his partner, waiting for his part.
"Miss August said they're not close friends but apparently there is this guy named Colin that works at the local movie theatre who was obsessed with her." He reported.
"So lab, lunch, movies."
"Almost sounds like a date." David teased.
"Any date between us would end with me fucking you senseless." The brunette went red with that perfect flush, eyes flashing with heat and all the possibilities.
Colin was a typical nerd. Skinny, wearing nit wear and large glasses who gave off that creepy stalker vibe.
The boy seemed no to impressed, and neither were the detectives when they found the huge box of photos, yep, stalker, with an empty vial buried in it.
What they also found was a necklace, obviously a girl's, and remembered what Miss Holly had said about Trixie holding a necklace.
They went back to PD and gave the evidence to Grace before they had to go to a court meeting for 'Bulldogs' trail followed by Mikhail Levin's which took them into the late hours.
It was all surprisingly easy once they'd got the results and with gentle words they'd managed to get Alive to spill every detail they needed before arresting her.
JJ winced, the person you loved rejecting you, that was enough to set anyone off.
