Marvel Woman x FemReader

The case (N~R)

TW:-
AU

Y/n POV:
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"Hello?" I mumbled still half asleep when I answered the phone. "Detective y/l/n, I'm sorry to wake you at 6:30am in the morning on your day off, but..."

"But what? Officer Wilson?" I asked, slowly gaining more consciousness as I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes with my free hand. "We found another..." he informed me and I sighed, already knowing what he meant. "Oh god--uhm, okay I'm on my way." I breathed out before hanging up the phone. I pulled the blanket away and swung my legs over the side of my bed. I yawned as I walked to the bathroom, my bare feet hitting the cold parquet floor.

In the bathroom I did my routine. I took a shower, did my skincare and brushed my teeth before making my way back to the bedroom to search for something to wear. As quiet as possible and not to wake my girlfriend Natasha, I changed into black jeans along with a white blouse and my black boots. I put my gun holster around my shoulders and put the gun into it and attached my detective badge to my belt.

After writing a little text note to my girlfriend I walked downstairs and grabbed my coat along with my house- and car keys and my wallet. I started the car and drove to the destination which Officer Wilson sent me a few minutes ago. After a 15 minute or so drive i arrived at an alley in new york which was cornered with police cars and blocked with police tape, I parked my car and got out, walking towards the scene I swiftly tucked under the police tape.

"Detective Y/l/n, what do we have here?" I asked the police captain who was already waiting for me.

"Male, probably in his early thirties, was stabbed 17 times, we got traces that he tried to defent himself but got shot in the abdomen 2 times, on shot in the head, one shot in the shoulder and one..." the captain trailed off making me look confused at him. He looked at me and then to his lieutenant standing beside him. " the last bullet met him downstairs..." Captain Jackson spoke just above a whisper. I scrunched my face up at this information but turned around walking towards the forensics with their white overalls. "Good morning detective, you might wanna see this." The head of the forensics spoke handing me a pair of white gloves.

I put them on and followed her to the victim, Doctor Martin nodded to her forensics and they pulled down the white tarpaulin. "Do we know who he was?" I asked in my crouched down position as I looked at some traces. "Name is Tyler Thomson. We don't know much else yet." I was informed and nodded standing up and pulling off my gloves. "Alright I will go talk to Captain Jackson and try talking to some people who live around here."

"Quite a scene Detective Y/l/n am I right?" Jackson spoke as I walked towards him. I shook my head chuckling before I sighed, "This is the 7th one in the last two months and we have zero traces on the killer. I have to solve this case, so I need every hand that can help on this case. Set every other case on pause we have to find this killer." I commissioned and Captain Jackson nodded.

"Got any plan? Or even suspects yet? Do you even know where to start Y/l/n?!" Jackson kept asking as he walked after me. "Yes I do have a plan." I have absolutely no plan. "I also have a full list of suspects." That's a lie, I've got no one. "And I do know where to start to start Jackson. So stop underestimating me." I have no idea where to start and he has every right to underestimate me.

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Back at the department, I walked through my office, thinking about anything I could've missed. I looked up at the whiteboard covered with evidence pictures and locations where we found the bodies but I just couldn't find anything.

I went to sit down on my desk and looked through the files to this cases, reading them over and over again, checking If I missed something but I wasn't able to wrap my head around it. How can someone go around and kill mostly men, from their mid twenties to their early thirties? Stabbing them several times and shooting them? What is their motive, and why only men?

Sighing I putting down the file I was reading previously. I placed my hands on my face, resting my elbows on the desk as I took a minute to think. "That doesn't make sense," i mumbled into my hands before I heard a 'ding' sound from my phone.

Nat❤︎:
Hey baby, I got your note. I wanted to text earlier, but work kept me occupied the whole day. Please don't overwork yourself again and come home soon. It's late. I love you xx

Smiling at the text message, I tipped back a quick reply telling her that I would be home soon.

"Detective Y/l/n? You're still here?" I heard the security guy ask. He was doing his nightly tour to check if everything was looked and everyone's out. "Yeah, but I was about to go." I mumbled, gathering my stuff together before walking out of the office.

"Have a goodnight Rivera." I waved goodbye to the security guard. Hearing him say goodbye as I walked out to my car and headed home.

I had this idea. idk how it came and I want to make this a series with several parts, of course if you guys want that. Soooo, part two?
04/06/23
949 words