Dechart: Become Connor

Emily 1

~2 months later~

"Listen, just because you're my partner doesn't mean I like you." I sigh and say to Gavin.

"Aw, come on! Just tryna keep a nice aura between us!" He claims with a big smile. I internally cringe and exit the hotel room to breathe. There isn't much left to view, a very obvious murder. Judging by the clothesless man, it was most likely a prostitute. That, or a very unsatisfied every-day woman. Either way, it's against the law so I know I have to hunt them down. I walk to the lobby and ask to speak to the owner of the place. The man comes out and brings me to the monitor room. I play back videos in the lobby and parking lot, spotting the couple seemingly in love. I zoom in on her face and my eye brows furrow. Isn't that...? I fast forward and see her leave without him later in the night, getting into a vehicle and leaving the parking lot. I switch to another view and catch the license plate, scanning it and identifying it as the victims car.

"Wonderful." I mutter and call it in to the station, walking out to the lobby without paying attention to where I'm going. To the best of my luck, I bump into assface.

"Emily! Where have you been?" He asks, holding my wrists so I'm close to him. I look into his eyes, squinting my own in annoyance. "Aww, don't give me that look! You are so adorable when you're angry!" He coos.

"I found some shit out, I'm going after the suspect." I state, pulling free and walking off. I can hear him following behind, like I know he should be as my partner and all, but I still groan and walk faster. We get into my car and speed to the 'recharge' gas station about 40 miles away. I recognized her face, she works there. We pull into the small parking area and step out, walking inside quickly. I look to see the worker is a male, black and obviously not a petite white girl. I sigh but approach him. "Hey, Detective Bowie. This is Detective Reed. We're hear on an investigation involving Emery Gold. Is she hear by any chance?" I ask formally.

"No. She hasn't been to work in 2 days. What happened? Is she hurt?" The man asks.

"I don't think so, but she did kill a man. Can I view the surveillance?"

"Of course!" He lets us into the back and footage doesn't show anything useful.

"Great. Thanks, uhh."

"Jackson." He finishes for me.

"Right. Thanks... Jackson." I say with a forced smile and leave.

"We could just check her house?" Gavin suggests.

"I didn't want to go that far out." I admit with a heavy sigh.

"We might not have a choice."

"Ugghhh alright. What's the address?" He enters it into the cars GPS and it shows the ride will take 45 minutes. "What if she's not there?" I ask him.

"I'll track the plate real quick." He says, pulling out his phone again. After a brief 6 minutes he puts it away and looks at me. "The car was last spotted about 4 minutes from her house by a traffic camera." He informs me. I groan and tell my car to go. My head rests on the window and my eyes are fixed on my lap. I peak up at Gavin, his eyes watching cars pass and lights fly by. I'm an asshole to him most of the time, but he's not ugly. His personality just is. His light blue eyes glow with each passing light and his brushed-back brown hair is flawlessly settled. I look back down at my lap and my eyes feel heavy. I don't know if I'm comfortable falling asleep in the car with him, but I've been working a 15 hour shift and I'm exhausted. "Fowler has been over working you." Gavin states.

"It's fine. I just can't wait to go home." I reply tiredly. Suddenly my stomach growls loudly and I cringe, hearing him chuckle.

"Haven't eaten?" He asks playfully.

"Not since noon yesterday." I mumble.

"We can stop somewhere and grab a quick bite."

"No thanks. This drive is long enough as it is." I answer. I look at the GPS and see it's just 15 minutes left. Stopping for food is pointless now. There's a killer on the loose.

Soon enough we pull up to the house and step from the car. I note the stolen vehicle parked in the driveway and the lights out in the house. I follow Gavin to the front door and he knocks loudly.

"No answer." I say. He looks at me and shrugs, kicking the door in. We ready our guns and search the first floor, seeing a pair on poodles in the living room. They bark at us, but we ignore them and climb the stairs. That's when the faint sound of running water can be heard down the hall. I step forward but he stops me.

"I'll check it out." He says and moves on. As he decends down the hall, I hesitantly follow. I've walked into so many situations like this, I can't assume if it's what you'd think. He carefully pushes the bathroom door open a has his gun pointed, dropping it and pushing the door open more.

"Is she...?"

"Dead? Yeah. The water is red and the bathroom is flooded." He walks in and shuts the water off, me following him and looking at the mess. I walk up to her nude body, limp and still, and note the dozens of deep slashes in her arms. I check her pulse just in case and get nothing, as expected. "Lets call it in. Can't arrest a corpse." He mutters and leaves. I nod and follow, doing as said and waiting outside for the officers. I sit on the steps and rest my head on my hand. I'm so tired. I feel dead. "Just go home. I'll wait for them and give them the details and all." He suggests.

"It's fine, Gavin. This is part of my job." I brush off.

"Go. I got it." He insists. I meet his eyes, seeing the genuine concern.

"Alright. Goodluck." I say, getting up and walking to my car. We wave one last time before I set off to the station to clock out and gather my shit.