Overkill

Eight

Mark opened the door for Sarah as they were walking into the police station, he did the same as they walked into the room their files were in. She gave him a confused look, he just smiled. Noticing the new box sitting on the table, she took a deep breath that turned into a yawn and walked over to remove the lid.

"Why don't you let me take you back so you can get some sleep? You've been at this non-stop for a while now." Mark suggested.

Sarah waved him off, "No, we've got to figure out who this killer is. We have to stop them before they strike again."

"You don't think it's more than one person anymore?" he stood opposite of her, sifting through the findings with her.

"Oh, I still think there is, but what I believe doesn't matter unless I can prove it." She stared at the file in front of her, the words blurring together. Closing her eyes tightly, she shook her head to refocus.

"What do all of the victims have in common?" She asked to no one in particular, talking to herself. Resting her elbow on the table, she held her head up on her hand as she lazily flipped through the pages, trying to retain as much of the new information as possible.

A loud noise made her jump up, she was slumped over the table. Confused, she looked around realizing she must have dozed off.

Mark glanced up, "Sorry." He bent over to pick up his water bottle.

Leaning back, she stretched her tight muscles as a yawn slipped out, "That's alright, hand me that Red Bull over there, will you?" The Red Bull Scott left for her hours ago was still sitting on the table against the wall.

"No. No. You need and actual break and some sleep." Mark climbed to his feet and walked over to her. standing behind her, he placed his hands on her shoulders and began massaging. She protested at first, but the feeling of strong hands kneading her tight muscles had her rolling her neck around and hanging her head down. Feeling herself relax even more, she sat back and said, "Ok. Maybe you're right. Mind dropping me at your place?"

"I was just waiting for you to be ready, let's go," he smiled, making his way to the door and pulled it open for her."

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Sarah lazily walked into Mark's house and headed right to his fridge, she pulled out a bottle of water she bought to keep there. Downing most of the bottle, the coldness made her feel more awake.

"I should have just stayed there. I could probably put in a few more hours," she sighed.

"If you're not tired, I've got movies we can watch," he suggested. He shrugged his arms out of his suit jacket and kicked his shoes off as he untied his tie, draping the tie over the jacket on the chair.

Tossing the now empty bottle in the trash can, she shrugged, "Sure, why not? Just let me go throw on my pajama's, if you don't mind?"

"I don't mind, I'll go do the same."

He followed her up his stairs, both disappearing into each of their rooms. Sarah pulled out the only big t-shirt and her fluffy pajama pants that she packed and threw them on. Pulling her hair out of her ponytail, she combed her fingers through to loosen the hair. Flicking the light switch off, she left the room and walked down the steps. Mark wasn't down there yet, so she sat in her normal spot by the arm of the couch and waited.

Hearing the stairs creek, she looked to find Mark jogging down the steps, shirtless. A small gasp escaped her throat as she eyed him. He was always fully clothed when they'd watch TV, she never realized how fit he really was. His skin was tanned, his hair dark and clean cut, and his muscles weren't as defined as a man who worked out daily, but they were definitely there. His eyes caught hers and he smiled, she looked away quickly, trying to hide the blush that she knew was spreading over her face and down her neck.