What were you Expecting?

Claire

The night air was bitterly cold in the city as a growing crowd stood over a dead body. Lately there had been a drug going around called Axiom and it was lethal. It was early morning and the police had gotten a 911 hang up from a burner cell about the location of a body that appeared to have collapsed. One detective arrived later than the rest, she ran a hand shakily through her blond hair. "Alexander!" She shouted at her partner as she ducked under the crime scene tape, "What on earth is going on here?"

"I was going to ask you the same thing," a medium height Hispanic looking man handed her a large coffee cup, "You're late, and I believe Ava was just about to give cause of death."

"Well, It wasn't just that new drug going around, the guy was strangled, if these bruises are anything to go by, and it looks like he was already dead before he was shot up, but I'll have to run some tests to confirm....... Looks like that weird criminal killer is at it again Sam," said medical examiner, Ava, stated as she stood up from the body and spoke to the two detectives. She had long dark hair, and appeared to be of Latin descent.

Sam, the Hispanic looking male, sighed. "Are you sure? Please tell me you're joking!" He groaned, knowing that the body count in his case was stacking up, "Please tell me it's not the same calling card?"

Ava stretched and gathered her supplies, looking up at him sympathetically, "Sorry detective, same MO as all the others, strangled, beaten and I bet if I take some x-rays, we'll probably find that he was later on killed by snapping the neck at the C5 vertebra.....This guy knows what he's doing."

Sam made another displeased grunt, running a hand over his face and looked at his partner, "Claire....... this is gonna be a long night, any chance I can talk you into helping me?"

Claire, the blonde, laughed a bit, "not on your life Alexander, I got my own assignment."

Sam smiled, "Yeah, I know, be careful ok? I don't need you ending up as another body on my case..... I'm really worried about you, The Meta's are really not a group you wanna cross, and the last guy they sent in-"

"Yeah yeah.... I know...... I saw the photos..... Parker made sure I knew what I was in for..... but it's gonna be ok.... I've got... hmmm.... a guardian angel of sorts...."

Sam snorted, "yeah, ok... since when did you become religious?"

"I'm not, But I do have someone looking out for me, If I don't check in every 8 hours, well, you know how she gets," she said laughing.

Sam smiled, "Yeah, yeah I do. So" he asked, dragging out the 'O', " wanna go out for drinks tonight before you have to go get a makeover?"

Claire laughed, "only if you're buying!"

"You are so cruel!" He teased, "but yes, I'll even buy you a shot of your favorite."

The sound of someone clearing their throat got both of their attentions. "Not to interrupt," said a taller blonde man, his hair pulled back in a low ponytail to keep it out of the way, "but we actually have a witness this time,"

Both Sam and Claire's jaws dropped at the news, "Danny, are you serious? Because if i find out you're joking so help me god I'll-"

"I assure you Sam that I'm serious," Danny smiled, "I'm bringing him back to the station for questioning, so as soon as you two are done flirting if you could come and join me that would be great."

Sam made a gagging noise and Claire made a disgusted face, "Ew! Danny that's sick!"

"There is no way in HELL there is anything between Claire and I!! She's like a sister to me!" He exclaimed as Claire chose to laugh it off.

"Yeah," she said slinging an arm around Sam's shoulders, "I like my guys actually tall and you know," she paused and looked over Danny, "not Sam."

"Hey! I'm not that short Chica!"

"Tell that to the medical records, Hermano."

Sam groaned, "your pronunciation is terrible, please never speak Spanish to me again!"

Claire laughed loudly at that, "You know I only do that to annoy you."

"Which is why I call you hermanita."

"What does that even mean anyways?"

"It means pain in my ass," he teased, laughing.

"Bullshit Sam! What's it really mean," she argued as they walked back over to their vehicles.

"That's for me to know and for you not to!"

"Whatever, let's go back and get some answers shall we?"

"You go ahead, I've...uh.....I gotta go see someone about a wolf," He said as he walked next to Claire..

Claire nodded, understanding exactly what he meant by that. The other officers around looked at him strangely, but shrugged it off as Sam being Sam. He may have been a little... different, but he was considered one of the best. Their boss, Peter, often referred to them as 'The dream team' just because they almost always got their man. Almost.

"Good luck Sam, remember, show no fear."

"I'm past the fear part and more at the Whisky Tango Foxtrot level."