In Love With A Criminal

Crime Scene

Harry fiddled precariously with his pen as he sat at his desk. It was cluttered with files, as usual, and his motivation to go through and do the necessary paper work had long since left his mind. 2 in the afternoon and not a single call. The brunette huffed in annoyance as his pen fell from between his fingers.

"Oh hush, Styles. You've been making sounds all morning." Zayn, a black haired 22 year old with a haughty inclination, chuckled lightly, easily gaining a playful glare from the younger male. Zayn was definitely arrogant and bossy, feigning a tough guy attitude, but his coworkers knew exactly who he was; a scared guy afraid to lose his family.

Simon strolled in through the lift and to his desk, scrounging through it for his weapon. "Gear up, ladies. Double homicide outside Doncaster." He shoved the 9mm into the holster on his belt and surveyed the room. "What are you all gawping at? Get on!" The silvery black haired older snuffed his team's dumbfounded lack of direction.

"On it boss." The three spoke in unison, gathering their things quickly. Simon tossed a set of keys to Liam and the four of them started to the lift. Harry grew rather apathetic of the same old routine but a smug smile spread on his lips as they stood in the lift; Harry was thankful to have something to do with his day.

Once the team arrived at the scene, Liam's nose turned up in disgust at the bloody sight. "Someone had a grudge." He muttered as if he was talking to himself, receiving a smack to the back of the head. The brunette hissed in annoyance at the repercussions of his words. "Bloody hell-" Liam's eyes flicked to his side, Simon's presence immediately silencing him. "Sorry, boss."

Shawn and Niall pulled up in the autopsy truck, late as wonted, displaying their consistent lover's quarrel about directions. "Ni, what have we discussed about relative direction? You can't just assume you know where we're going based off relativity!" Shawn practically scolded the older male as the two of them grabbed the equipment. Niall, however, wasn't having his boyfriends public beratement today.

"I'm sorry, Shawn, but you can't expect perfection every day. I'm just one guy." Niall rebuked Shawn's prior statement with a relinquished tone in his raspy Irish accent, successfully ending any further argument. Silence blanketed the men as they examined each detail with a heavy heart.

Two bodies lain in tall grass by the side of a road into town; one seemed to have been bludgeoned to death, leaving his face unrecognizable as blood pooled all around what was left; the second was a young girl, no older than 16, who'd been shot in the chest numerous times. Her white denim jacket clearly displayed each bullet entry without question. Harry felt his heart ache at the sight of her considering how young she was.

"Time of death?" Simon questioned their American ME as Shawn examined the displaying temperature on the liver probe. 25.8 degrees Celsius. Rather warm for a dead man, Shawn thought to himself before he pushed to his feet, now facing Simon.

"No more than 2 hours ago, Cowell. I'd say whoever called, just might know something." Shawn grinned and Simon couldn't help but chuckle softly at Shawn's antics.

Zayn spent his time searching around for murder weapons, only coming up with one. "Hey, boss. I think you should come see this." He called to Simon, kneeling down to pick up a handgun sat ten feet away from the John. "Someone must've gotten a bit burnt up." Zayn added, commenting on how rough the barrel looked. It had blown somehow in the midst of the shooting, no doubt causing third degree burns on whoever shot it.

Harry's eyes hadn't left the girl since they arrived, feeling rather upset by the sight. She was just a kid who should have been worrying about dresses and boys. Not lying dead at their crime scene. "Boss, do you think I could look for the families? Tell 'em the news?" The brunette requested and Simon eyed Harry slightly. It was definitely a loaded question considering Harry's history with this part of the job.

He shook his head once and tossed his eyes to Liam who knew the look well. "Figure out who these two are and notify their families, Payne." Simon ordered lightly as Liam gave an apologetic look to Harry before him and Zayn left in the second car. "Styles, you track the caller from this morning and bring them in."

"On it, Cowell." Harry agreed quietly before hopping in the passenger seat of Simon's car. Shawn and Niall loaded the bodies into their truck along with the box of evidence that was gathered and drove off just as Simon had pulled onto the road, heading back to headquarters.