One-shots [Crush x Reader]

Of Cases And Folders♡

Cursing under your breath, your eyebrows knit in confusion as you're rummaging through your light cream file folders. "I could've sworn I put it in here.."

"Looking for this?"

Your head snaps up as your eyes travel to the folder that's in between your partner's index and middle finger. His lips tug upward, a smug smirk visible. "This isn't the first time, (Your Last Name). I found it at the break room." He plops the folder on your untidy desk, pushing the scattered papers aside before settling down on the edge.

(C/N) (C/L/N). Your assigned CSI partner; you two have been working together for approximately seven years. (CSI=Crime Scene Investigation.)

"Thank you." You retrieve the folder from his fingers and tuck it away. "I'm guessing that you're here because we have another case." Parting your lips, you take a sip of your scalding coffee.

"You're correct," the (C/H/C)-haired male replies, gazing at you. "Yet another suicide. This time, at a sushi restaurant."

You purse your lips. Another case already? You and (C/N) just finished one yesterday. Heaving a deep sigh, you slump in your swivel chair. By the looks of it, you won't be able to go on your break anytime soon. Your partner jingle his keys in front of your glowering face. "Ready to head to the scene?"

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Glass pieces are scattered everywhere. You cautiously watch your step, lifting the yellow tape up. Upon entering the sushi restaurant, your attention promptly falls on a woman's body that's strewn on the blood-stained floor.

Crouching down to inspect the body, you scrutinize her wrists, legs, and neck with your gloved hands. Nothing. "Hm.." However, there is a white, powdery substance on her vermillion hoodie.

A broken glass cup lies in her pale hand and that same substance is visible on the floor. Not wanting to tamper with the evidence, you leave it for the lab team to come down later on the day.

A deep gash on the side of her head catches your attention. Odd. A broken cup with an enigmatic substance and a deep gash.

"Find anything of interest (C/N)?" you inquire, your (Y/E/C) eyes still locked on the body.

"Yeah, blood stains on this chair that's terribly hidden behind these silk curtains and even more blood stains on the wall here," he states. "Anything on the body?"

"Only thing I see here is a deep gash on the side of her head," you report. "I have something in mind though."

Taking out your camera, you snap a few up-close photos of the body and some of the objects. Beside you, your partner is sketching the crime scene. "And what might that be?"

"You'll find out tomorrow."

Shutting his sketchbook, he heaves a sigh. "Very well. Meet me at the break room in the morning. Anyhow, we're going to interview a witness in the afternoon tomorrow."

"And who might that be?" You take a final photo, satisfied with the outcome.

"Mrs. Shipper."