Silhouette ⌲ Tom Hiddleston ✓

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TOM PULLED THE curtain away from his window ever so slightly and kept a close eye on Officer Rays.

He knew that he should keep an eye on anybody who had collided with him- since any one of them could be an assassin- armed with skill and strength.

Tom set himself down onto his sofa and reached for a bottle of whiskey on the table.

He knew he had drunken enough tonight, but from what he'd watched, alcohol was good to drown your sorrows.

On the other hand, Tom took a few sips and set the bottle down, combing his hair back.

As Tom attempted, and failed, to drink, Elena placed the files onto her desk and poured out a glass of something a bit more expensive.

The red grape based alcohol- wine.

"Expensive drink for a cheap day..." Elena whispered to herself, and sat herself down.

She slipped off her trench coat and threw it onto the back of her chair.

And after a long, hard sigh, Elena picked up a peice of a paper and got to work, analysing and processing.

As she ruffled through the papers and poured out drops after drops of wine, time also passed by.

It was the middle of the night and Elena definitely knew that she wasn't going to get that sleep before going back to work.

Elena glanced at the time on her phone and her eyes widened. She scrolled through her contacts and contacted a specific person.

"Ergh, hello?"

"You see what this has done to me Officer Rays?" Sam rubbed his eyes and smirked.

"Elena?"

"Yes Elena, can't you read what's on your phone screen?" Sitting up, Sam ruffled his hair.

"I would, if I wasn't blinded by the brightness."

"Then turn it down." Elena growled and Sam chuckled. "What?"

"Oh, look who's grumpy." Moaning, Elena leaned her head back.

"Shut it!"

"Do you want me to come and help?" Sam asked and Elena shook her head.

"I don't think it would appropriate for you to come at my house at this hour." Licking his lips, Sam frowned.

"Really?"

"Yes and I'm not in well, good clothes."

"Oh..." Sam swallowed. "... right."

"Ha."

"Well, good night Detective Collins."

"Wait!" Elena cried out. "I need you to tell the prison service I won't be coming tomorrow, tell them I've got a case." Sam bowed his head.

"Alright Elena, night, well, yeah." Ending the call, Elena threw her phone onto her bed and grabbed her head.

Yes, she was tired as hell.

But, little did she knew that Tom had been watching her frustration for some time.

And what to follow, a knock at her door.

Elena rushed to her feet and threw on her dressing gown, jumping down the stairs.

"Tom?"

"Hi... hello..." Tom waved rather awkwardly.

"What... what are you doing here at this time of night?" Smiling smugly, Tom inhaled.

"I suppose I could ask you the same. May I?" Elena bit her bottom lip and stepped out his way.

"You may..." Slightly dropping his head, Tom walked inside.

"So, why are you up so late?" Tom said, brushing his smart shirt.

"Working on that case I got called for... I always pull an all nighter."

"Right... do you want any help?"

"Help?" He hesitated.

"W-well, a fresh set of eyes can bring new ideas." Smiling, Elena ran up the stairs, Tom following.

"I've hit rock bottom..." Elena commented, Tom setting foot in her room and picking up some photographs. "All I really now is that the murderer is still out there, still pinpointing their target." Tom ears perked up.

"Still?"

"Well, yeah... with knowledge, the person well, isn't mentally stable. The wounds were messy but, the murderer left the man out to bleed. Tom-"

"Tom?" His own name.

"Yes.. Tom... he bled to death, no one found him until after he died. And... it seems to me that the next victim doesn't know this is coming. We'll have to try and find him and keep him safe."

Tom grabbed the bed sheet covers and swallowed hard.

He couldn't keep the thought off his mind, was he next?

Was he the one in danger?

Despite all the questions, Tom would face this man, and made sure he paid for taking a civilian life...