Chapter four

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The reporter said something about it how the attack resembled something of a wolf attack.

"Litte Red Riding Hood,"I mumbled.

"That's corrcet,"Kyle said. I turned and shot him a glare,and he smirked.

"Well,what are you waiting for? We need to go to the crime scene,"I said,making my way toward my bed room.

"Can I come,"Jess asked,she couldn't hold her excitement.I had let her come along a few times when going to a crime scene was necessary,and I knew she wasn't going to be in danger.

"I don't know,"I called back. O quickly changed into black dress pants,and a white button up shirt. I grabbed my dress jacket,and quickly put my hair up in a professional bun. I grabbed my nicer boots and pulled them on. I grabbed my keys,and walked oit of my room.

As I walked into thw living room,I pulled my jacket on. Kyle had changed into a suit,and Jess was still in her pajamas.

"I take it I'm not going,"Jessica said.

"Your right,"I said. "I don't know how dangerous it could be. Plus,I might you need you to do some research."

"That's all I ever do,"she said. I rolled my eyes. Jessica was really the only family I had left besides my grandmother. My aunt died after a year from a heart disease. And I hadn't seen my grandmother in forever,but I knew she was still alive somehow. Jess and I were like sisters,and I didn't want her to get hurt,she was already in enough danger knowing I was a Grimm.

"Bye,"I said. I walked out the door,and Kyle quickly followed.

"So,what are we? FBI? Homeland Security,"Kyle asked.

"FBI,"I replied. We left the apartment building,and got to my car. "You don't change the music,or complain about it if you vaule your life."

We got in,and I grabbed a random CD from my collection. Master of Puppets by Metallica began to play. I smiled. After my dad diedxi had gotten all his classic rock albums,and over thw years I added some classic rock that he didn't have,ans added some newer rock to the collection.

"You listen to Metalica," Kyle asked. I smiled.

"One of my favorite older meatal bands,"I replied,smiling.

~skips rest of car ride because I can~

We arrived at the crime scene,and approached the yellow taped off area. As we got closer a officer stopped us.

"Maria Willow,FBI,"I replied,pulling out my fake ID. "And this is my parner-"

"Andrew Collions,"Kyle said. The officer nodded,and let us through. We approached the body,and it really did look like a wolf attack. Blood was eveywhere,covering most of the parking lot within a two foot radios,and the bite marks were evident. This looked more like a controled wolf attack. Very controled. Before I could take in the rest of the gory scene,the chief came over.

"What happened here,"I asked,even though it was pretty clear what had happened.

"A wolf attack from the looks of it,"he replied. I nodded. The cheif was partly bald,and looked into his mid forties or late forties.he was just under six feet.

"Have you found any evidence,"Kyle asked.

"Yeah,it was strange. It's a page from a fairy tale,Little Red Riding Hood," the cheif replied.

"Can we see it,"I asked. The chief nodded,and went off to get it. I looked around,I avoided looking at the body,and saw that if the girl was to be attacked,someome must have seen the wolf,unless.

"Here you go,"the cheif said,pulling me from my thoughts. He handed me the zip locked bag that held the fairy tale page.

The page was old,but still looked in perfect condition. The edge of the page was lined in gold. The picture on the page was of the girl,and wolf talking. Below the picture,was writing which was the Riding Hoods conversation with the wolf. I flipped the bag over,and looked on the back. The page was blank for the most part,but at the very bottom,there was some sort of writing. I couldn't really make it out,it was to small to see.

"I'll be right back,"the cheif said. He turned and walked over to the officer who had. Waved him over.

"Lets go,"I said,tugging Kyle's arm.

"Your going to give that back right,"Kyle asked,nodding toward the page.

"Nope,"I said smiling.

"Isn't that illeagal?"

"Yeah,so?"

He laughed,as we got back in my car.

"What? It's probably important,and there's writing on the back,it's to small to read,for now."

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