Intertwined

Unburied

A/N: Ok, so I felt bad after yesterday's chapter. I'm so grateful for all you lovely readers.

Hope this chapter helps you feel better.

Jessie couldn't believe the scene in front of him. This was just supposed to be about gathering information. Now he was in some kind of medieval looking room with one of his work colleagues lying unconscious on a table and a psychopath expecting some kind of sick show.

Jessie now had to figure out how to help Vivian and for both of them make it out alive.

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You know those moments where things happen quickly and slowly at the same time? You know what is happening around you, every single detail is visible, felt, heard as though you're an observer, not a participant. But at the same time you're also aware of the speed everything is happening at. As though life were happening with each second broken down step by step, each movement on the beat and half beat. This was how Reece was feeling at the scene unfolding around them.

'Sir we found the detectives car, it's parked at the back of the Knight mansion,' one of the younger officers called over the radio.

Reece was sitting outside the home he had grown up in, now surrounded by swarming police. Siobhan, Marjorie and Morgan in the car with him. His sister, Winter and his mother on the way.

They received notification that the home was clear. No Roger, no Vivian, no Jessie, no missing detective.

'Ahh sir. I think you might need to come here, back here. To the backyard,' the young officer stumbling over his words pissed his boss off. As if they didn't have enough problems to be dealing with in one day, he now had an officer with the jitters.
'For fuck sake, Jennings, spit it the fuck out,' there was no time for guessing games.

'It looks like a cemetery exploded,' was what the young officer said.

As accurate as that description was, his superior didn't understand. What kind of cryptic crossword bullshit the younger person was on about?

Morgan had been listening to the exchange and looked at Reece. They had expected at some point bodies may turn up somewhere in the investigation, but how had they been found now?

The whole interaction started to become rhythmic, but it was probably the anxiety surrounding them, the desperation that caused each sound and movement to echo and ring in their ears.

Morgan went over to the senior officer in charge, who was exasperated, trying to talk some sense into the junior. Their voices cutting in and out over the radio:

Senior: What are you saying?
Junior: bones, lots of bones
Senior: bones
Junior: yes bones
Senior: of people
Junior: yes people's bones.
Senior: on the ground
Junior: from under ground
Senior: from underground
Junior: yes. They're everywhere

The confidence of an experienced lawyer and the protective nature of a friend stepping around the police car to catch the senior officer's gaze, hold it.

'Your officer has found bodies buried from crimes detailed in documents written by the accused, that lead to the warrants'. The rhythm becomes less stocatto, more classic. Emotions and tension adding to the hard and soft beats.

Shock sets in, 6, 7 and 8.

The senior officer asks the junior officer, 'Have you found the nurse?' Wait, 2 and

'No sir,' 3, 4.

'How many bodies Jennings?' 5 and 6 and.

'Too many sir'. 7 and 8.