The Art of Being Right

The Next Crime Scene

Spence had been at home when he got JJ's phone call. He wasn't expecting to be heading back to the station until tomorrow morning, after Wilson had arrived, but before JJ had even hung up he was out the door, dashing to his car in an attempt to reach the mountain before it got too dark.

By the time he arrived, there was already a forensics van and two of the land rovers on site. The area had been cordoned off and an ambulance was parked just off the side of the track. He stopped one of the other officers who was milling about behind the tape, with a grim expression on his face.

"Where's JJ?" He asked, bluntly. Instead of answering he simply turned and pointed further down the slope. She was still in her running kit; a pair of black short shorts and a white and grey tank top. She was shivering but seemed intent on waiting on the scene. Spence jogged down to meet her, ducking under a stray tree branch in front of him. At first she flinched at the presence behind her, but after a quick look behind her, she smiled sadly at him. He'd never seen her look so down before.

"Are you alright?" He mumbled, placing his arm reassuringly around the young officer's shoulder. JJ nodded slowly.

"I'm fine. Just wasn't expecting to find...this." She gestured wildly with her arms at the scene in front of them that was now swarming with forensics in white suits and gloves.

Spotlights rigged up to a generator in the back of one if the vans had been set up around the cordoned-off land, lighting up the small patch of dirt and making the surrounding woodlands look all the more menacing.

"Have they identified the body yet?"

JJ was about to answer but the sudden loud roar of an engine stopped everyone in their tracks. The crowd of uniforms turned back towards the track to see a black Harley Davidson stop beside one of the squad cars. The driver was tall - but it was too dark to make out his face, or what he was wearing.

"Who the hell is that?"

"No idea..." Spence muttered, squinting in an attempt to see the newcomer a little better. An officer stopped him at the tape, and both Spence and JJ tried to listen in on the discussion.

The stranger reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a wallet; ID. The officer dealing with him raised a hand - wait here - before he dashed towards Spencer, red faced and out of breath.

"Sir...there's-" he panted, hands on hips as he tried to regain control of his breathing. "There's s-someone...here to...s-see you."

"Who is he?" He replied defensively, eyes drawn to the man waiting at the barrier.

"He's...got a b-badge sir." Spence glanced at JJ, confused.

"Yes we gathered that." Spence groaned, rolling his eyes. "Hang on."

"What is it?" JJ asked.

"Had Wilson arrived before you left for a run?"

"No," she responded, tightening the band holding her hair up in a ponytail, "I left hours before he was supposed to get here."

Spence nodded and instructed the officer to bring him down to the crime scene. JJ looked anxiously at Spencer as the stranger approached, an unreadable expression on his face.

He was tall - really tall. His dark hair was tousled from wearing a helmet, and was slightly curly. Under the light his eyes looked wary as he glanced over JJ and Spence carefully. After a quiet moment he retrieved a black wallet from the pocket of his faded jeans and held up his ID and badge.

"Wilson, good to finally meet you."