SPLATTER (draft)

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Easter had been bent over the case files for the better part of the morning. She tapped her pen against the desk as she read through the details of their findings for the hundredth time. This case was definitely the worst case she ever had to work on. Especially since it hit so close to home.

It was just the other night they had been laughing at the dinner table. The Rogers had them over for dinner every Sunday for dinner. Easter was trying this thing called a long-term relationship. It had been six months give or take. Possibly the longest relationship yet. She liked the Rogers but had in no way did she ever want to be like them. They lived a regular white-pickett fenced life. She remembered the feeling of dread when she arrived at the crime scene. It could have been either of the partners. But even though she had been relieved that it was not her boyfriend, she was saddened that it was Rogers.

He was a good cop.

The murders had all been on different extremes and from the evidence Easter could tell that the level of how violent each death was, escalating. There was not much in the way of physical evidence to go on. The recent DNA results from the squad car was inconclusive. The only DNA was that of Rogers and his partner. It was impossible for the killer to have been his partner.

Easter was his Alibi.

They had nothing other than the clues left by the killer. The little messages toying with the investigation. For the first time the resident genius was baffled.

There was a knock are the door and Easter looked up from the case files to see one of the other CSUs standing there. "You have been summoned from the underworld by Detective Grumpy. Martha says he wants to know where we are on the case."

The mousy girl in specs said before hurrying off into one of the lab's.

"Thank You."

Easter stood up from her desk and exited the glass bock of an office. On either side she could see into the morgue and labs. She walked over to the lift and stepped in and hit the floor to Mason and Aaron's office. There was natural light from the moment the doors opened. None of that florescent lights like the ones down in the lab. It was busier than down in the crime lab.

Upstairs was definitely full of the living.

Easter wrapped her knuckles against the door before stepping in. Mason looked irritated. She wondered what the cause was.

"You called Detective?"

Smack! Mason felt a little dizzy after that one, but it was more out of shock than anything. He glared at the nuerotic woman staring back at him like she was doing the world a favor in slapping him. He tensed his jaw and lifted a finger at her.

"You get that one for free just because you're not worth the paperwork". His voice lowered, his eyes narrowed on her before he turned to the other woman. She was mumbling now. "Expect a call tonight.

Ma'am."

With that he was back around starting towards his office. His partner was inquiring as to his whereabouts as though Mason had the time to skip-a-lou around town like everything was fine and dandy.

"At the High School. Wanted to see the field, and talk to the administration." Mason replied nonchalantly. He sighed and shook his head. "You have something, or your sister has something?" He asked still unhappy. The male pulled his chair out and sat down pulling himself up to his desk and pulling the soggy sandwhich out of his paperbag. He growled in disilusion.

"Do a me a solid, though, and don't let your sister back in here. I swear to fuck. Jesus fucking christ she's going to get us both fired. I already have a headache and -

It was the door now. Dr. Wilson was coming in asking what he needed her for.

"No! What makes you think I did!" He sniped exasperatedly breathed in and shook his head. "I'm sorry. Long morning. Have you had any breakthroughs Dr. Wilson? Hugh Hefner over here has an idea, but I think your head would work better than mine with ideas..."