SPLATTER (draft)

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Jesus, since when was the lobby permitted to become a rave party? Mason felt a migraine creeping up his temples as he stood in the doorway, paperbag in one hand. Half-soaked with rain.

The obnoxious Reporter didn't know when to quit. Then there was his partner who also didn't know when to quit when it came to pretty faces. And his... sister? Cousin? Whatever!? It wasn't very professional for his partner to be letting anyone just sneak in and take a peek at their investigation. Talk about confidentiality breaches and many, many, many, headaches. If they wanted to pretend to be sassy brassy investigators they could go do it on their own time without getting in his way.

"Thank you Miss Black for the eye-opening information that this person is eccentric. I wouldn't have guessed by the fucking way he left those corpses. You may now take your leave. Please." Mason hissed loudly.

He turned to the reporter.

"You. Out. Now.

Or I'll file a restraining order.

And You..."

He pointed at the woman observing everything like it was 2 dollar ticket night at the movies. She was demanding to know. Demanding that it was her RIGHT to know. He paused and narrowed his eyes at her. He had to measure his words. She seemed familiar, though he didn't care to remember that he had interviewed her previously over the Actresses death.

She was something else.

"If you'd let us do our job you won't have to worry about that bastard killing someone else." Mason hissed. "You don't have a right to shit. Were you her wife? No? Then unless you have relevant and new information you have no right to anything.

Out."

His attention was then directed to his partner with the utmost irritation.

"And you. You should know better than to let precious little sister prance around our investigation like it's public record. She's probably in with this one." He practically spat at his partner. There was something irritating about all these people squabbling in the lobby of the Precinct.

"Martha, anyone else tries to sneak into our office tell them to fuck off or we're going to start arresting folks. Also, page Dr. Wilson and tell see if she's had any progress" He barked.

"Now please, excuse me, I have work to get to." He sniped, his hand motioning for the party to get out of his way.

There were times when Aaron would have loved being surrounded by a lot of women. Some of those times included being at a strip club, at the bar maybe... At a party... Now, however, was not one of those times. It was the first woman who was really putting him on edge. As most Journalists seem to do she was taking his words and twisting them around.

His smile faded and left in it's place was a glare at the brunette. "Well my apologies your messages have not been returned, but as you very well know we are trying to work on a case but your kind keep getting in the way. It's like me coming to your work while you are trying to type up an article and I keep unplugging your keyboard." He stated with a calm edge in his voice as he tried to keep his temper in check. To make matters worse some chick waltzed up acting just as privileged to have information. He didn't remember sending invites to a party, and if he did the party would be much more entertaining than this. "Yes, one person a week, too bad that couldn't be the statistics for reporters entering the Precinct." He mumbled to the red head, "Instead we get twenty seven phone calls and a visit because they can't get the point." His eyes never left the brunette as he said these words.

Aaron's sister came rushing from his office stating that she found something. The man pinched the bridge of his nose again. He's standing in front of a Reporter and she blurts out she has an idea. He was sure the brunette here would love to hear all about that. He looked up in time to see his partner.

Thank God.

Mason was not quite as nice as Aaron was and he proved it right off the bat threatening the reporter with a restraining order. Next was the random red head, and of course the other person was Aaron himself. Aaron didn't seem phased at all, simply he just sighed an exhaustedly.

He shrugged starting to collect his cool, "She brought me lunch." He said as if that was a perfect excuse.

Mason didn't care, Aaron knew he wouldn't. He found it amusing, as he usually did. Him and his partner had been together for years and the older man hadn't changed; not at all.

Aaron turned to his sister, "Best not mess with the bear today." He warned her, "I'll call you when I'm off work." He stated, glancing at the other woman for a moment before turning on his heels, giving a little nod to the clerk following behind Mason.

"Where the hell have you been?" He asked, "I might have something.".