Piece It Together - Gavin Reed

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The two worked on filling out the form, Gavin writing down the address, postcode and the number to his landline. She wrote down the rest of the details along with her emergency contacts, "Write down my number as an emergency contact."

"I don't know your number."

"Gimme the fuckin' paper then." He snatched the pen and paper from her, writing down his number as an emergency contact. Handing him her phone, she took the paper and began to walk off, "Hey, why'd you give me your phone?"

"To put your number in!" Rolling his eyes, he put his number into her contacts with a picture of him flipping off the camera. He noticed Jamie's contact still there and quickly deleted it before making his contact an emergency contact. He propped his feet on top of the desk he worked at, his hands gripping his phone that he scrolled through aimlessly until Y/n came back some time later. "You ready to go?"

"To go? The fuck are you talkin' about?"

"The new case? There was a homicide downtown and a big name in the red ice business was involved."

"Oh, shit."

The two rushed to his car, the girl getting into his passenger seat and putting her seatbelt on while he started the car. On their way there, the girl opened the file on the victim. "Joseph Simons, have you ever heard of the name?"

"Yeah, holy shit, he's a big dealer here in Detroit. Nearly caught him one time but it came out a bust."

"Yeah, well, someone got to him first and really had it out for him. The file says he was stabbed in the neck and had the word 'traitor' carved into his stomach."

"Well, that narrows our list." Raising an eyebrow at him, he was urged to continue. "The one that killed him must have had a personal relationship with him. I'll ask Chris for any leads when we get there. We might be able to find some contacts in his phone."

"Wow, you really did turn out to be a good detective, huh?"

"Better than you."

"Wow, that was rude!"

Arriving at the scene, the detective walked over to Detective Ben Collins who stood with Officer Chris Miller. The two stood over the dead body, Y/n fumbling to open the file again and read over as much information as possible. 

"Hey, Gavin! I was wondering when you two would show." Collins stated, giving a knowing smirk.

"Get your mind outta the fuckin' gutter, creep. We were signing some forms for the Priss."

"Sure, you were signing forms!"

"A-Anyway," Y/n cut in, saving Gavin and herself the embarrassment, "We had an idea on possible leads. Do you know if his phone was salvaged?"

"Yeah, it's going in for analysis." Chris said, looking over at the two.

"Well, can you tell those fuckwads to give us any information they can find on that phone. I want text conversations, contacts, photos, the whole lot."

"You're the boss." Chris went off to send this information off while Ben watched.

"Well, everything I was going to tell you is engraved in Detective L/n's mind it seems."

"Ah, it's nothing. I enjoy being thorough with files."

"Still the nerd you used to be, huh?"

"You're a bitch, Reed."

"So are you, slut!"

"Say that to my face-"

"HEY!" The two looked at Ben who was giving them a disappointed look, "Stop fighting like an old married couple and investigate."

Ben walked away while Gavin's ears turned red and Y/n huffed, closing the file and handing it to Chris who was nearby before she stood watching Gavin who was investigating the scene. He noticed a few boxes on the gate and moved them aside to reveal that the gate had been cut.

"The killer couldn't have ran out into the streets covered in blood. They must've left this way!" Pushing the wire out of the way, the two crawled their way through before finding an open plot where they found lots of cardboard boxes. Opening one of them, she found plastic ziplock bags full of red ice.

"Gavin, holy shit! I think these boxes are stacked with red ice!" Raising a brow, he opened one of the boxes and grinned at the sight: it was full of red ice.

"This is insane!" His excitement was cut short when he was attacked, a scream erupting from his throat when a knife entered straight through his hand.

"Gavin!" Running to his aid, she looked up to see the man running away. He was wearing tattered clothes and was covered in blood. Pulling her gun out, she aimed and shot. He went barrelling to the ground, his leg writhing in pain as the bullet had entered it. Running over to the man, she cuffed him as the police came to take him away. Whilst doing so, she sat Gavin up, "Shit, Gavin, lets get you to the hospital."

"Yeah, yeah, I know the fuckin' drill." He tried to hide the pain that was burning in his left hand but she could see right through it. She could imagine how painful it must be for him.

"It'll leave a badass scar, don't worry." She joked, trying to make him feel better as she helped the dizzy man up, "The ladies will be all over you when they see it."

"You got a thing for scars or somethin'? You seem to like praising mine." He walked with her, managing to keep his cool as he was taken into his own car.

"You keep telling yourself that you're God's gift to women. Maybe one day it will come true."

Driving him to the hospital and getting in wasn't too bad. He was seen to pretty quickly and was discharged some time after. He left with a bandage wrapped around his left hand, blood staining it a little bit.

"Come on, lets get to the station."

Upon arrival, Hank rose a brow at his sudden injury. "What happened to his hand?"

"Our guy stabbed it. Took him to the hospital so he's on some pretty strong painkillers. He's gonna rest in the observation room while I take care of the interrogation."

"Who's gonna take care of Gavin?"

"I'm sure Chris' fatherly bones will urge him to care for him."

He let a smirk grace his lips, "Of course."