Crime Scene|PJM

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      "Yes! Please hurry! I think someone is dead!"

      A sick smile played on her lips as she looked down, hanging up on the 911 res-ponder she called. There was a small click as she switched her pistol on fire, her eyes locking with the brown eyes below her. 

      "Tell the devil I said hi." she smiled.

     She applied a small pressure to the trigger, a bullet going through the space between the eyes of the man tied in the chair below her. She smiled as blood slightly spattered on her. There was another click when she returned the gun back to safe, drinking the glass of champagne she had poured. She didn't care that she left prints. The FBI and police already had all of her prints, hair, DNA, name, Everything. Except her many homes due to her multiple identities.- They even had a few photos. She heard the sirens coming down the street, a slight shiver of thrill going down her spine. She heard the rushing steps coming up the stairs, staying behind the door. They kicked the door open, the lock she had locked earlier that day breaking along with the nob. There he is.
     She could recognize him anywhere she wanted. She had became so familiar with him, she could consider him a long-time friend. She slipped behind him, throwing an oversized jacket over her tight black dress. She hid in the bathroom, rolling the black dress up to make it look like a shirt, throwing on some shorts, and finally some accessories with her shoes. She swung her keys in her hand, all of them going to the multiple apartments and homes she had access to. She looked down as she walked, putting on a pair of sunglasses and a black mask. Her hair was styled out from under the beanie. The rest of his team rushed by her, a smirk coming on her face. She always found a way to just barely get away.

      "Where the hell is she?! She was just fucking here!" she heard his voice call out. It almost made her turn around and walk right into him.

     "There!" she heard a man with a deeper voice call behind her.

      She glared over to the stairway that led right up to the roof. She could easily get away. She shook off her heels, dashing up the stairs. She heard the trail of steps behind her, assuming the ones moving the fastest were his. She busted through the door, running toward the edge, standing up on it before turning around to face them. 

     "Stay right where you are! Kim Chaewon, you are under arrest for the murder of over 45 men!" her eyes brightened as she looked at him, locking eyes.

     "You think I don't know that, Park Jimin?" she smiled at him sweetly, "I find it funny how you haven't learned... I'm always, always, one step ahead of you."

     She leaned back, her arms going out. Her body and arms were in a T position. She felt the wind going through her hair. She heard the faint "Don't shoot! Don't shoot!" from him, a smile on her face as she was suddenly embraced in the cool liquid below her. 

     "Chae!! Let's go!! They are already heading down!" a lighter, softer female voice called.

     "I'm coming!" Chaewon responded, rushing out of the pool and into the van that was parked in front of the small hotel. 

     She quickly opened the door to the back and jumped in, closing it quickly with a loud slam. She rested on the somewhat cold floor, smiling at the driver behind the wheel.

     "Took you fucking long enough! They almost got you!" the younger girl lectured.

     Her hair was the same color as Chaewon's, a nice, dark black. Her light brown eyes darted around the round as she drove down the road in a hurry. There was a faint sound of sirens behind them, but it was too far back to tell if they knew were they were or not. 

     "My bad, little sister." Chae said as she slipped out of her clothes, changing into fresh and dry ones, sitting in the passenger seat, "As long as I got the target though."

       "That's true. If we are gonna have this job, mind as well have fun with it, right?" Kim Ganji. The little sister, but also the best getaway driver you will have, "Was he there?"

      "You bet he was. He was the first one to get into the room, first one to start chasing me up the stairs, first one the get to the roof." Chae smiled at her sister, "At this point, it's just a game. Like tag or hide 'n go seek. It's fun."

       Ganji giggled at her sister, the vehicle slowing down as the turned into an alley-way. It led to one of the many apartments of Chaewon's. 

      "Are you staying with me tonight?" the older female asked, look at her sister.

     "I wish I could. Mom and Dad need me for training tomorrow. They just got some new people in, so they need me to train them." Ganji smiled at her sister in reassurance, "Maybe you could come by. Even if I'm fully trained, I could use some tips and final touches?"

       "You know I can't, Ji. Dad would have a whole farm and Mom..." the criminal paused.

       "Mom would love to have you back. You know dad can't put that women in her place. Can you at least visit, one time?" Ganji looked at her sister hopefully, a pleading smile on her face.

       "Fine. Christmas is coming up anyway. I have to get you all your gifts." Chae opened the door and shut it, smiling at her sister, "Text me?"

       Ganji nodded her head, putting the car in reverse.

       "Bye, I love you." the older called out.

       "I love you too." the younger replied.

        She wanted as her younger sister drove away. Her apartment wasn't fancy like her other places, but it wasn't trashy either. She walked up the steps, unlocking the door with her key. She let out a soft sigh, running a hand through her hair. She slipped off her shoes, grabbing the remote from the counter and turning on the TV. A small meow came from the small, fluffy kitten turning the corner, strutting down the hallway. 

      "Hi, Piper." a soft smile came on the girls face, forgetting everything that had gone on during the day.

      She picked up the brown cat, sitting on the couch and turning on "Criminal Minds". She eventually fell asleep, the cat laying in her lap, purring quietly and happily.