Criminal Case One-Shots

Bad Night, Good Morning

C/W: Mentions murder, blood, cannibalism, nightmares, sleeping pills (I don't like the thought of having my control over my sleep being taken from me, okay?!).

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"Bobby, you couldn't have...! Payne, are you certain that it was him?" she asked, her mind still relatively innocent despite having this job for a few months by now.

"Oh, no, honey bear. Captain Payne is right. It's all true. I killed him. I ate him. And he was delicious. Would you like a kiss?" he taunted, though it all seemed wrong.

"I'm sorry, Amy. But all the proof shows that Robert here killed and ate Captain Hugo. You need to let him go. Let me arrest him. You shouldn't have to do it."

She was thankful. She wouldn't know how she'd handle the arrest. Would she sob? Would she slap Bobby? She didn't know and didn't want to find out.

"You're right, Captain Payne," she said with a nod, then glared at Bobby with tear-filled eyes, although he made her feel sick. "Bobby, you could have chosen not to kill Harry Hugo. There's always a choice!"

"Robert Prince, you're under arrest..." She watched as Payne cuffed Bobby and read him his rights, but she could see his smile twist unnaturally. His eyes were too wide, and Harry Hugo's blood ran down his body like it was a crimson waterfall and he was the jagged rocks that cut into her heart. She could almost hear Harry's screams as he was burned alive over the lava.

It was horrendous. Just like...

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,,,Like when her best friend Virginia was killed. It hurt so much. She had been so worried when she heard Ginnie was missing. And then she heard that Payne and Frank had a case after they had begun the search.

She got a text from Roxie: 'Amy, there's something that you need to know about! Get to the morgue!'

Fearing the worst, she rushed to the morgue, heart thudding against her chest. Her short black heels were slamming against the floor as she bumped into people who were walking by. For once, she didn't stop to apologise. And as she opened the doors... She saw it.

"What do you mean 'that's unfortunate'?" Frank asked, oblivious to the fact that Amy had opened the doors.

Payne looked at her with an unreadable expression. Was it a pitiful look? A guilty one? Or was it a face of sadness and understanding? After all, she knew that Payne had seen friends on the slab over her many years as a homicide detective.

Frank turned around to look at her with shock while Roxie looked awkward. But her eyes were glued to Virginia's body. Her corpse. What sick person would kill such a sweet woman? Virginia had been her friend since they were children, and now...

She faintly heard murmurs of Frank shouting at Roxie, who seemed unapologetic. Payne was trying to mediate, but sounded annoyed. But she couldn't truly focus on them.

Not when she was seeing an angry look on Virginia's cold, dead face. A tree branch started to grow from her fatal wound, impaling her once again. She hated it. She hated the fact that her friend was so angry.

"And it's all your fault, Amy! If you'd persuaded me to not film the documentary, we wouldn't be here. You'd be watching shitty tv and eating ice cream like Frank said. But no. I'm dead and it's all your fault."

She screeched in fear and anguish, then finally covered her eyes from the terrifying sight.

"Oh God, oh no, no, no! Virginia! Who did this? And why?! How can this be happening?"