Joanne arrived home from the gig a little after midnight, as she entered the apartment she let out a sigh suddenly feeling a wave of sadness rush over her, it was almost the melancholy kind except she knew why she was sad- travelling across the world and starting over takes its toll mentally, she didn't have any family in the UK her parents had practically abandoned her to continue their crime streak- leaving her with her grandma who did her best to raise her before she died two years ago. Joanne often found herself pondering the whereabouts of her parents, they were arrested but ended up being released due to not enough evidence tying them to the crimes, she wished that they had been caught for what they did, but they were always one step ahead of the police. For a few months Joanne had invested her time into tracking them down, but to no avail, after eight weeks of following dead leads and rewatching security footage from the scenes - she found nothing- they were like ghosts, gone in the wind.
After throwing on some pyjamas Joanna slumped down at the kitchen table it was nearly three, she sighed and decided against staying up reviewing the case getting up and making her way to bed. As she lay there looking up at the ceiling she found her mind going back to the guy at the bar, and the way his presence made her feel uneasy, he was probably just your average harmless creep, from looking at him Joanne gathered that he was strong based just from looking at him, he was tall and appeared to work out- but every bar has it's creeps so she decided to not think anything else of it.
While she tried to sleep her mind returned to the case, how was the killer getting the victims? He must have some sort of way to lure the victims to a secluded spot, or he mustn't stand out or appear threatening. The way he gets his victims has to be discreet, the three women were random, so they weren't specifically targeted they were just at the wrong place at the wrong time. As she began to drift off to sleep her phone rang, she jumped out of bed grumbling all sorts of curses at whoever was calling her so late,
"Taylor," She groaned down the phone,
"Agent Taylor, can you get to the office right away- we have a survivor! He didn't kill this one!" She heard the director chirping down the phone, it was a mystery to her how he was so lively at nearly 3 in the morning. Nonetheless Joanne jumped into action throwing on her skinny jeans and t-shirt she had been wearing to the off ramp, and setting off to the office.
Upon arrival Joanne spotted the team she had been working with, they all looked just as she felt- fucking exhausted. The director spotted her as soon as she entered the bullpen, he quickly told her about the survivor. She is a prostitute who works a few blocks east of the off ramp, she was picked up around midnight; bitte, beaten, raped and left for dead. She had been strangled and a witness reported seeing her being thrown from the cab of a truck. She was found downtown, a ten minute drive from the off ramp and a four minute drive from the fbi office. Joanne didn't like this one bit. Why has he changed his pattern? She stood with a blank expression for a few moments,
"Is she stable?" The director nodded,
"She is at Harborview Medical, shall we go and interview her?" He asked and Joanne nodded, the car drive was silent for a few moments, "What's on your mind Taylor?" She thought for a few moments,
"I don't get why he picked up a prostitute? Is he devolving? What if he starts a spree? Maybe he got rejected at the off ramp and got angry so picked up the first high risk victim he could find? Shit and we know that he is a truck driver now, so we can narrow down the search." She began to ramble and the director seemed to ponder each thing she said,
"I don't think this killer is sophisticated enough to devolve, I don't think he would start a spree until he felt threatened, until we were closing in on him. Look at his MO, he strangles his victims, if he had shot them - he would be more likely to start a spree, but because he strangles them- takes his time with them, this killer isn't the spree type. I do think you could be on to something about him being rejected at the off ramp, did you see anything suspicious?" William questioned, she shook her head,
"No that's the thing, it was a small environment but I didn't see anything that stood out."
William and Joanne interviewed the woman, but they were not successful in gaining any new information- she was in a state of shock and she had dissociated from the situation. On the way back to the office Joanne suggested that the two should interview the witness to see if they could remember any details of the truck or the driver.
By 6 in the morning the team had a handful of leads to follow up, the truck that the survivor was thrown from had a 'woodland trucking' logo on it, the woman had fled as soon as she had been discharged from the hospital so hopefully the team wouldn't need to ask her any other questions. Eleanor was going to follow up with the woodland trucking company to see if they could give her a list of their employees, that way all of the names could be run through the FBI's database to see if any of them had any prior convictions or arrests. Joanne was just about to leave to do a coffee run when her phone rang,
"Agent Taylor speaking," She tried to fight back a yawn to no avail,
"Mornin' I didn't wake you did I? It's Eddie, I remembered something that might help, I'm not sure if it is helpful though." He sounded so unsure, almost embarrassed,
"No you didn't wake me, I never went to sleep. Honestly I'd be grateful for anything right now, can you meet me at the coffee works? I need to do a coffee run anyway." She heard Eddie chuckled quietly,
"Okay, I'll see you soon."
Joanne headed to the cafe after taking down everyone's orders to get through the day, when she arrived she got herself a double espresso to keep awake before spotting Eddie sitting alone scribbling something in a small notepad, she took her drink and took a seat opposite, removing her leather jacket and attempting to quickly untuck her shirt to hide her gun.
"Hey, you okay?" She said as she noticed him staring at the general area where her gun was positioned, she quickly nodded his head before blushing slightly, he continued to stare, "Trust me I hate it too." He finally stopped staring at her hip and met her eyes,
"Sorry- I-I just don't- Nevermind." He finally stuttered out, "So I was thinking after you left, and when I was heading back inside this guy stormed out, nearly fuckin' knocked me over, so I turned around and asked what his problem was and the dude looked fuckin' angry, like really fuckin' mad." Joanne pulled her notepad out of her bag and started scribbling down what he was saying,
"Did you get a look at the guy?" She asked after a few moments of writing,
"Kinda. He had a hat pulled down over his face, but he was tall probably about 6'3" and he definitely worked out - the dude was all muscle." Joanne continued to scribble down what Eddie was telling her and asking him follow up questions, "Oh! And he had this moustache, it was like a seventies porn star stache." Joanne let out a quiet giggle,
"Okay, well Eddie I think this could be really helpful, I'll cross check it with the list of suspects and see if we get a hit. Would you do me a huge favour?" She mumbled, Eddie nodded which cause some of his hair to fall in front of his face, he quickly tucked it behind his ear, "I've got this really long order of coffees can you give me a hand getting it all to my car in one trip?" Eddie laughed,
"Yeah sure." After Joanne ordered the coffees the two stood waiting for the order, they stood in silence for a little while before Eddie spoke up, "So, you carry a gun- Is it like all the time?" Joanne noticed there was a hint of anger, or hatred in his voice,
"Yup. I tried to get out of it but 'it's protocol'." She remarked making air quotes as she spoke, "Trust me, I am not happy about it. And I have no intention of ever shooting the thing." She did a small eye roll and Eddie let out a sigh,
"I fuckin' hate guns."
"Me too Eddie."
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Glorified G // Eddie Vedder
Fanfiction1991 Seattle, three women have been murdered now the Seattle branch of the FBI are requesting the help of Interpol, the young Interpol agent Joanne Taylor finds herself been sent from the UK to America to help solve the case, during this case Joanne...
