SPLATTER (draft)

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Aaron's prayer was not answered by a shy brunette. In fact, as he stood looking over the cork board with the pictures. Bodies, random clue, he placed them in order at the top in case he would need the extra space later. Of course, he hoped he wouldn't but he didn't know many who would hope otherwise.

It was a strange case indeed.

It usually was a pretty typical town, average crime, average poverty, it was... Average. He pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes as if looking at the pictures gave him a headache. In actuality he was thinking, but about that time his angel came into his office and he heard bags dropped onto his desk. Aaron dropped his hand from his face and turned to see a redhead who had invited herself into the office. She came around and took his seat propping her feet up on the table. He smiled and shook his head, not one of his flashy smiles, but a genuine one. "Geez Audrina, you are both obnoxious and a saint." He teased going around the desk to grab one of the bags of food, reaching inside. The younger girl was his sister with a ten year gap between them.

She, however, seemed to ignore him and was saying how he should be careful with the pictures. She helped herself to the case file on the desk and began flipping through it. "Adventurous is hardly the word for it..." He commented with a scoff before taking a bite of the burger she had brought him. Fast food seemed to be the best option when working on cases such as this, not that there were too many of those. He paused as if something had clicked in his mind, mid-chew. He shut his mouth and began to chew vigorously to swallow what was in his mouth. "Pig... He was a Pig... But... No... Something more...." He pulled the newspaper strip off the wall. "These murders are very... Theatrical... don't you think?" He asked the young redhead although his dark brown eyes were still glued to the clipping in his hand. He turned around from the board and placed the clipping on the desk right in the middle of the page his sister was looking at. "Perhaps I need to make a call to the local..." About that time a woman knocked on the door. Aaron turned to open the door and looked at the woman, the clerk, "Detective Black, can you come get this reporter out of the office?" She asked. Aaron didn't look pleased at this request, "Where's the Captain?" He asked. The woman simply responded, "Can't be found at the moment." Aaron swore under his breath, before glancing over his shoulder at his sister, "I bet she's one of your friends" He accused annoyed.

He walked out the door leaving it open for either his sister to follow or stay. Annoyance was in every step before pausing a moment to collect himself before going over to the clerks desk. He looked the woman over a moment, not even hiding the fact that he liked what he saw. He then cleared his throat. "Ah yes, another one, you could have just waited till the conference or just called and left a message." He stated simply. "I tell ya, it's really hard to get work done when you people won't let us work." Aaron, casanova or not, did not mince words when trying to get his point across. However he then leaned on the counter and offered her a smile, "If you want though, we can talk over dinner tonight."