The Art of Being Right

Discoveries

Darkness descended fast over the moors. Tonight was no exception. They had stopped for all of five minutes before JJ became aware of the fast-dying light and the long shadows growing across the grass. A shudder ran down her spine; being out in the open wasn't safe. Not here.

"Wilson what is all this?"

The detective offered no answer as he steepled his fingers under his chin, thinking intently.

The numbers on Conan's notebook - 2388901 - the password to the webcam network? There must be a way to access it, maybe by hacking into the Arkfield system?

No doubt, if this was what Wilson thought it was, then there would be saved footage too. And if that got leaked, the case would be closed. The theory was complete; he knew what he was dealing with; now he just needed evidence.

"Wilson?"

"Sorry?"

"Do you know what's going on?"

"I think so. But we need evidence, and solid stuff, because when this story breaks no one is going to believe us."

"Well c'mon, tell me! What's going on?"

"Not right now. It'll take too long."

"Damn it Wilson tell me now! I've been working my ass off on the case and you think because you've been here for a over two weeks you can just hide this from me? Well that's not how it works!" JJ yelled, face twisted into a frown. He felt bad - he was planning on telling her but the swiftly approaching darkness was beginning in got put the detective on edge.

"We need to get home." He told her, nodding to the setting sun. "We have to head back now, before we get stuck up here too."

Another shiver ran down JJ's spine, and after a long pause - in which she deliberated whether it was worth risking their safety to get the story from Wilson - she nodded in agreement. She would make him tell her at the house.

They jogged back to the horses, mounting and setting off at a gallop back the way they came. The speed halved the journey time, and just as the darkness descended they made it back to the yard. Wilson helped JJ lead the horses back inside the barn, removing their tack and returning them to their warm stalls for the night.

They wasted no more time outside, using the door in the kitchen to get into the house and out of the growing blackness. Looking back JJ was glad that she'd not forced them to stay out on the moors; as she gazed out of the window at the pitch black horizon she chewed her bottom lip anxiously. She'd almost forgotten about Wilson, stood under one of the spotlights.

"So you want to hear it?" He asked softly. JJ nodded, sitting down on one of the barstools behind the counter.

"Tell me."

"It's an experiment, JJ. Just one big, sick experiment that no one knew a thing about."

He looked positively furious, hands wringing as he growled under his breath.

"I don't understand. An experiment, what?"

"Arkfield have been genetically modifying their test subjects. I managed to get my hands on a few of their files and results from previous trials. They're breeding monsters, then setting them loose over the moors to hone in their killer instinct."

He spat the last two words out like a bad taste, eyes narrowing. There was more, she could see it in his eyes.

"They're using their mutated subjects to kill anyone on the moor at night. They screw with them, affect the environment to make the target weak and vulernable..." He mumbled, running both hands through his windswept hair, "then they're watching and recording the murders back at the labs."

JJ stared in disbelief. This sounded crazy, but it was disturbingly believable considering the things they'd seen.

"So that's why Jay Linford's things were missing? He didn't loose them did he?" She asked quietly.

"They were taken from him. He was being watched the entire time he was out there, and someone was out there stealing his things so whatever sick twist of nature is out there could get an easier kill."

He was shaking he was that angry, that horrified, that disgusted.

"There's a huge network of cameras out there; all placed to record their little projects killing innocent people so they can figure out how to improve the next time around."

JJ got up and rested a hand against his trembling bicep, feeling completely overwhelmed and sickened by the new information.

"At least if we know what's going on we're one step closer to closing this case, right?"

Wilson let out a loud sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose but nodding.

"You're right. But we need to get hold of some solid evidence, no ones going to believe this."

"So we wait for what the lab says, then we take it from there, 'kay? We're close, so don't go freaking out on me now." JJ teased, earning a smile from the taller man.

"Thanks JJ. I just can't wait for this to be over."

That stung. Over the time they'd been together she'd figured she was at least a friend to the detective. Even if they would never be anything more she didn't think he'd be so eager to run back to his old life. And the way he stated the fact that he couldn't wait to go made any hope she had vanish in a heartbeat.

"So you can go back to the city? Get away from here and forget all about this?" She said flatly, and slightly agitatedly.

"God, no! JJ that's not what meant. I mean I want the case to be over so no one else gets hurt, not so I can get away from here!"

"It's fine, forget I said anything."

It was bittersweet realisation for her: on one hand she wanted to close the case, to find the assholes responsible and make sure they got what was coming to them. But the moment the case was done, Wilson would be

leaving. It hit her like a slap to the face: she definitely didn't want him to leave.

"I'm going to bed," she said suddenly, "goodnight Wilson."

"JJ hang on-"

She didn't give him a chance to apologise. JJ sprinted up to the stairs and into her room, shutting the door behind her incase he followed her upstairs. Screw him, she told herself, stupid city cop with his stupid good looks and stupid intelligence.

A/N: With this story I've been writing a few chapters ahead of the ones that get published, and I'm working on the final few now, so if there are any suggestions for what should happen, comments or anything like that let me know. Thanks for reading guys!

~Holly