Overkill

Six

Once in Scott's car, he listened over the radio for the information the dispatcher was giving.

"1917 Buchanan Ave—"

"I'm going to let Darcy know you're in the field," Sarah stated as she dialed the number to the West Division. Scott nodded.

"— the suspect has not been located, the witness is still there, she's being held for questioning." Wanda stated.

Darcy's phone went to voicemail, "She must be busy. I'll try again after we're done here, I'm assuming since you're at the scene you'll be coming back to pore over the evidence?" Sarah asked, knowing the routine they had at the East division.

During each call the two of them would walk the scene at their own pace. Each would take notes and afterwards they would both end up in a room, just the two of them, spending hours going over reports and notes. He would refuse to leave until they had something they could work with.

"This is Agent White; I am en route to the scene with Agent Bennet and Chief Mathews behind me." Mark's voice came over the radio.

"Yes, I'll be going back with you guys." Scott answered.

"Agent White, be sure to tell the other agents that this suspect is armed and dangerous." Wanda replied.

Sarah reached for Scott's radio, "Wanda, it's Sarah, do we have backup?"

"You do, they are just minutes behind you."

"Great, it looks as if we are pulling up to the scene right now. Thanks, Wanda."

They drove up a slight hill leading to the driveway of a vacant home. The house sat back away from the others, almost secluded. Scott was the first one out of the car, he opened his trunk and pulled out a bullet proof vest and walked it over to Sarah.

Sarah glanced at it with confusion, "Where's yours?" she asked, he wasn't wearing one.

Glaring at her, he demanded, "Put it on." He wasn't just Scott anymore; he was now Agent/Detective/Chief Mathews. Sarah knew their time was short so she didn't argue. She allowed him to slip the vest over her head and tighten it around her sides. He moved her hair out of the way for the top clip, fingers barely grazing her skin, but enough to cause her to breath in a sharp breath and goosebumps dance across her skin. To avoid Scott's stare, she glanced over at Mark who was suiting up the same, "Ready, White?" she called out.

"Let's go get this bastard," Mark stated before walking towards the house.

The house was another empty house, but this one didn't seem abandoned, it just seemed empty. It was clean, clean carpets, floors, the walls were a bright white, the kitchen was spotless. This was definitely a house that was either waiting to be bought or rented out.

Scott took the lead, out of habit and Sarah fell right into their old routine. She was happy to allow it, she missed working with her old partner, all feelings aside. He silently motioned for Sarah to take the top floor, Mark to take the first level, and he would take the basement. They each went to their assigned destinations and began clearing the level, room by room.

Once Sarah deemed the second floor was clear, she slowly and quietly made her way back down to the first floor where Mark was just coming out of the living room.

"Anything?" he asked, hopeful.

Sarah shook her head no and gestured towards the direction Scott went. The two of them cautiously walked down the basement steps, Mark went to the right, Sarah went to the left. She peeked into a small closet/utility room; it was clear. The next room was a small bathroom, clear. When she came to the last room on her side of the basement, she slowed her approach and nearly screamed when she turned the corner and slammed right into Scott's chest. His hands instinctively went to the sides of Sarah's arms to steady her.

"Sorry," she stuttered, "I wasn't expecting anyone to be coming out of the room.

"Did either of you find anything?" He was staring down at her as she took a second to stop her heart from racing.

Before she could answer, Mark was yelling for the two of them. Sarah glanced up at Scott, realizing they were still standing in somewhat of an embrace. She quickly stepped back and headed towards Mark, maybe a little faster than she normally would have.

She walked into what looked like a work area, the floor was still cement, unlike the rest of the finished basement. There was a drainage hole in the middle of the room where a trail of thick, dark liquid seemed to have dried as it ran towards the drain.

The room looked much like the other crime scenes. Blood splattered all over the walls, a work bench held the body of the victim consisting of the same injuries the last three vics had. Sarah immediately began looking for the set of keys her and Scott had found in each of the pictures. She didn't see them anywhere. Her eyes found Scotts, she knew he was thinking the same thing, she shrugged and he shook his head, discouraged.

There were footsteps on the floor above them, voices throughout the house. Their backup and others had arrived. Sarah stepped out of the area so the crew could get in and begin documenting all of the evidence. The three of them stood off to the side watching, looking over every possible detail they could without disrupting the scene.

Detective Grey descended the basement stairs and made a beeline for the three of them. "It's the same guy, I don't even have to go over the evidence. I know it's the same perp, his shoeprint is outside of one of the windows. He came in through a window."

The sound of a cell phone ringing stopped the conversation. Sarah and Scott both pulled their phones out at the same time. It was Sarah's phone. Darcy's name lit up the screen, calling her back.

"Hey, Darc," she answered.

"Sarah, I'm sorry I missed your call, what's up?"

"I wanted to let you know Chief was out in the field with Agent White and I. Just in case anyone was looking for him at the office."

"Ok. Thank you for the heads up, if anyone comes looking for him, I will be sure to tell them that he's chasing a lead on a case."

"Thanks, Darc, you're a doll." She ended the call and slipped the phone back into her back pocket.

"Sir, we're done documenting the scene, you're free to enter." A short, young woman said looking up at Scott with pink cheeks. Sarah's eyes danced with amusement knowing Scott wouldn't realize she was attracted to him.

"Thanks, Miss," he said with a smile, causing her cheeks to flush even more. He turned his attention to Detective Grey who was already inside with Mark.

"Shall we go have another look?"

"Honestly, I have what I need, this is the same perp, same overkill, but we probably should since my partner is in there and I'm the one actually assigned to this case."

Concerned, Scott grabbed her forearm, leaning in as he pulled her towards him. She shivered at the feeling of his warm breath on her skin. "If you want off of this case, say the word," he whispered in her ear.

Gulping, she looked up at him nervously wanting to hide the trembling within her. He was staring down at her with such intensity in his eyes, she was forced to look away, breaking the overwhelming feeling rising in her chest.

"I don't, I'm too far invested to be pulled."

Scott removed his hand from her arm as he straightened his posture, either ignoring or completely oblivious to how he just affected her. Nodding his approval, he walked past her, entering the room to join Agent White and Detective Grey. Sarah, on the other hand, had to take a minute to catch her breath.