The Special Agents

Dr. Bradley

"Good morning, Maldonado."

"Why must you always bug me on my day off."

"Tell that to the murderers. A psychiatrist found dead in her office named Dr. Bradley. She took a bullet to the back of the head. Apparently, it looks like someone walked in the room and shot her. Obviously planned."

"That all?"

"It is."

"I'll inform my team"

"Usually you say you'll tell your team."

"Gotta change it up, Koop."

"I think that's my line."

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I role over to face Avi, his eyes staring into mine. With it being our one day off and having done multiple all-nighters the past couple days, we're all extremely exhausted.

"Dead psychiatrist."

"Seriously? Can't I just go back to sleep?" He complains.

"It's 10, we should get up anyways."

Avi literally rolls off the bed and somehow manages to land on his feet. I walk out of the room and into Kevin's, who's surprisingly still asleep.

"Kevy.. case," I announce, turning on the light and opening his curtains.

I've high key become the mom of the house.

"Mmm.. no." he groans, rolling further into his pillow.

"If you don't get up and out in ten minutes, we're leaving you, Olusola," I reply. If being the mom doesn't work, I have to be the boss. Although, that doesn't usually work with Avi. It only works being his girlfriend.

He sighs and stands out of bed. "Yes ma'am," he says sarcastically.

---

"You guys are late," Scott comments as we all step out of the car.

"We figured you'd want us to wait for you," Mitch explains. They must've been simply standing outside the building while police went all around. "We've been here for like five minutes."

"It's Kirstie's and Avi's fault. I was ready in ten minutes, considering I was threatened."

"It was not our fault."

"It's Avi's fault."

"No it's not!"

"You wouldn't get out of my bed, I couldn't make it!"

"So you two were in the same bed?" Scott interrupts, smirking.

"We were not in the same bed," I lie quickly, stepping into the psychiatrist's office. Avi and I glance at each other inconspicuously. Kevin's the only one that knows about us, and that's the way we intend to keep it for a while, at least.

Kevin heads over to the body while we all look around the office.

"Blood spatter," Mitch comments, pointing at red drops near the body.

"Blood pool, which means the body wasn't moved," Scott continues.

"So, in theory," I begin, "our murderer could've walked in and pointed a gun at Bradley's head. She'd be like 'oh great, my.. Kevin, time of death?"

"8:45?"

"Great, my 8:45 appointment. She didn't turn around because obviously she's expecting.. Mitch?"

"Justin Port. And it's an 8:30 appointment. He must've been late," He replies from a computer in the waiting room.

"She's expected Justin Port. Assuming it's him, she's like 'Great! Justin.. you've made it. After fitft- and she wouldn't get to finish her sentence because little did she know, Justin was standing in the doorway of her office with a gun pointed towards her.. a.."