Strip

September 14th, 11:04 A.M.

Yoongi parked the car in his usual spot and climbed out.

"Stay." He ordered Namjoon, slamming the door shut.

He locked the doors and didn't look back as he walked into the building.

"Sir!" Jungkook hurried over.

"You have the footage yet?" Yoongi asked, not slowing his pace as he walked to his office.

Jungkook struggled to keep up, almost tripping over his own legs. "Yes, I emailed it to you-"

"Good." Yoongi stepped inside his room and shut the door in Jungkook's face.

Jungkook stood there, not sure what to do now.

"Um, s-sir?" He called through the thick wood. "Anything else I can do for you?"

There was no answer, and after a moment, Jungkook scurried off.

-

After a few more rounds of Solitare, Yoongi finally went to his email.

Clicking the one from Jungkook, Yoongi saw three files of CCTV footage. They were all focused on the main stage, in different angles.

With a growl, Yoongi stood up.

He threw his door open and the people outside flinched when he suddenly shouted.

"Jungkook!"

The intern was startled, dropping his stack of papers.

"Y-yes, sir?" He scrambled to pick them up and make eye contact with his angry boss at the same time.

"Where the hell are the other footages?" Yoongi snapped.

"S-sir?"

"I told you to get me the security camera footage from the stage and the private rooms." Yoongi glared. "You only gave me the stage ones."

"Sir, they don't have cameras in the changing rooms, it would be illegal." Jungkook sweated. "They only had cameras outside the building and at the stage. I could go back and get you the cameras for the entrance and exit, if you want."

"I want the footage from the private rooms on the night James died." Yoongi growled. "The footage from the fucking sidewalk doesn't help me."

"I...I...there's no cameras." Jungkook didn't know what to tell him.

Swearing, Yoongi pushed him aside, spilling the papers again, and stormed outside.

Namjoon looked up when he saw Yoongi walking back, pressing himself against the seat as best he could as the detective got inside.

The handcuffs dug into him and his arms ached from being held back for so long, but he didn't dare to ask Yoongi to let him go, especially not when the man looked pissed off.

Yoongi floored the gas pedal, and Namjoon winced as he was forced back in his seat from the sudden acceleration.

"Today's your lucky day, whore."

Namjoon risked a glance at him. "...why?"

"No camera's in the rooms at your dirty workplace."

Namjoon was confused. "Yeah...they're changing rooms, you can't have cameras there. It's like putting a camera in a bathroom. How is that good for me?"

"No cameras means no one can prove you weren't there at the time James was killed." Yoongi's eyes narrowed as he focused on the road.

Namjoon stared at him. "No camera's means I can't prove that I was there last night! That's terrible news for me- what are you talking about? Ask the regulars, ask Candy or Angel, I was there all night! Ask Max! They'll all confirm for me!"