Big Sky (Beau Arlen x Female!Reader)

The Bag And The Box

"Fire chief says it's arson." Cassie tells me, Jenny and Beau as she leads us into this wooden area with a burned up truck. Her and Jenny told me and Beau about how they found the backpacker's body and that the coroner declared it as an accident but Cassie wasn't buying it.

"This the same blue-and-white truck you saw the other day?" Jenny asked Cassie. "Looks like it." She said as we walk closer to the truck. "Somebody want to bring us up to speed?" Beau asked as he gestures between me and him. "Cassie saw a creepy guy on the side of the road. He had a truck just like this." Jenny replied as she walks around the truck. 

"What made him creepy?" I asked Cassie. "Just a feeling he gave me." She said. "You think he's somehow connected to your dead backpacker?" Beau asked her. "I don't know. It just felt like there was something in the back of the truck that he didn't want me to see." She said. "Well, whatever it was, the evidence is gone now. And the VIN's been destroyed." Jenny said and I had a thought.

"Well, there should be a VIN on the engine block." I suggested and Cassie nods. "Yeah, you're right." She said as she goes to the hood of the truck while Beau's phone goes off and he answers it. "This is Arlen. Talk to me." He said as Cassie and Jenny open the hood.

Once they open it, I come up and help them look until I see the block, which was covered in ash. "There it is." I said as I wipe off the ash to see the number clearer and once I move my thumb away, Cassie pulls out her phone and takes a photo. "Okay, got it." She said. "Nice." Jenny said, smiling, then her and Cassie shut the hood.

"Copy that." Beau said then he hangs up his phone and looks over at me and Jenny. "Hoyt, (y/n), we gotta roll. There's been a homicide out near Fort Harrison." He tells us and Jenny sighs then looks over at Cassie.

"You good?" She asked her. "Yeah, I'm just gonna have Denise run the VIN." She said. "Okay, but keep us posted." I tell her. "Yeah." She said as Jenny and I walk over to Beau. "Be careful." Beau tells Cassie and we all load up in his car.

"Victim is Diego Mendoza, 44. Bludgeoned to death with a tire iron. Wife heard someone trying to break into the house. He went down to check it out and confronted the guy, and, well, this is how she found him." Poppernak tells us as we come up to the open car garage of the house, Diego's body lying there in a pool of his own blood.

"Did the wife get a look at the guy?" Jenny asked Poppernak. "Negative. Sounds like it all happened pretty fast." Poppernak replied. "What are we thinking, home invasion gone wrong?" Beau asked. "It's about a car. Victim owned a black Firebird Trans Am." Poppernak said and my eyes widen as Beau whistles. "That's an iconic ride." Beau said. "Yeah, The Bandit! That's awesome. Car like that's worth money." I said. "Targeted theft, then." Jenny said. "It's gotta be." Beau said and Jenny turns to Poppernak.

"Get ahold of local law enforcement in case our thief can't help himself and decides to take it out for another spin." Jenny tells him. "Copy." He said.

"I'm just thinking..." Beau mutters then exhales, deeply. "...you know, there's no way our victim would've left his cherished baby naked and exposed a-and with no way home if she ever got lost." He said and I nod then look over at him. "Think he's got a LoJack or something?" I asked him. "I'd bet on it." He said.

*3rd Person POV*

"That is 100% American muscle right there." Beau said as he and (y/n) come upon the stolen Trans Am, an officer had called it in and the two went to follow up on it. "You mean the car, right?" (Y/n) asked Beau, teasingly, as she glanced over at the male officer that called in the Trans Am

"Appreciate you looking after it till we could get here." Beau tells the officer. "Not a problem. I figured she was about the prettiest thing I was gonna see this entire shift, but..." the officer said as he takes off his sunglasses and stares at (y/n). "I guess I was wrong." He said as he eyes (y/n), who looks over at him and gives a small polite smile to him.