#I feel like an M.E. trying to determine cause of death

[faithandfairies]

I can't wait for this show to re-visit 1x05 again. Because this moment has always bothered me. I don't get Louis' superficial chest injuries. It looks like he has twin bite marks on his chest post-1x05 beatdown. But I don't remember Lestat biting Louis anywhere aside from his neck in 1x05.

And even if he did, these bite marks don't look like common vampire puncture marks. Even the marks on his neck, while huge and angry, still look like vampire puncture marks. The ones on his chest though look more like human or animal bite marks. Like if a human used their entire upper set of teeth to bite into the skin. Or maybe vampire bites you might get when they're ripping into skin. Like when they're biting into their own wrists not so gently or like the unceremonious way Claudia often bit when she fed.

The other thing I considered was Lestat's nails digging into Louis' skin hard enough to puncture. But even nail marks wouldn't look like this I don't think. And Lestat was also holding Louis at his collar more than anything, not grabbing at his chest. Or maybe Lestat's knuckles made those marks. A bit unlikely, given the shape and symmetry and because blows would normally cause blunt trauma, but Lestat has punched clean through a human skull before.

I also briefly considered the bites being meant to speed up healing. But that would have to involve Louis being the one to bite another vampire and feed from them, not the other way around, wouldn't it?

It's just always been a detail that gave me pause. And they focused on it too. Because I think it's the first thing they showed us post-1x05.

It also looks like Louis already has vampire bite puncture marks on the right side of his neck here even before we see Lestat bite into him. Then Lestat bites him on the left side of his neck.

I just realized this, but it's also interesting and entirely saddening to me how this entire scene is like a parallel from hell of their first time. From them fighting for dominance pushing/throwing each other up against surfaces, to the bite to the levitating. It's very much almost a corruption/mockery of what I'm sure is one of Louis' fondest memories of Lestat. I find that fascinating.

[aesthbaby]

Attention

Summary: Emily is in love with you, an agent from another division. What will happen when you’re involved in a case?

Pairings: Emily Prentiss x Plus size reader

Request: right here I’m going to be writing this request twice because this is the female reader version and I wanna be inclusive so I’ll write a gender neutral one too. This is only PART ONE. Part two should be out on either the 11th or 12th

Warnings: Cursing | Mild descriptions of a fictional case

Wordcount:1k

Masterlist

“Agent y/l/n will be presenting the case.” Agent Hotchner announces while walking into the conference room. You glance over to your girlfriend but say nothing since the team doesn’t know you’re dating. (Or that she’s gay.)

You quickly glance over to Penelope. “Sorry Pen.”

“You’re fine. Guess I’ll have to learn how to share at some point.” She smiles up at you while patting your arm. You flinch at it for some unknown reason. That was weird.

“Agent y/l/n is on loan to us from the Arts and Communication division. Some of you may know them from the times our cases crossed. Today, they’re here to assist us on our latest hate crime case.” He nods for you to start.

“So far we have five female victims from age 21 to 40. Cause of death is a  poison called Strychnine. Delivery method has drastically varied.” You click a button on the remote and images of the deceased appear. “The local M.E. determined Jenna Marshall, 24, had the chemical laced in her food. Second victim, 32 year old Maria Nino, absorbed it through her skin. Same for our third victim  Alexandra Cordon, age 27. Our fourth victim, 40 year old Kelly Jones, had it injected directly into her blood stream.” 

The young doctor of the room interrupts you. “Injected?”

“Yes Doctor, Injected.” You put another image on screen. “She was a high functioning heroin addict; somehow the unsub got it into her stash.”

“High functioning?” That came from the darker Agent whom you’ve only met once.

“Yes. Miss Jones was a Criminal Defense Attorney with a 63% success rate.”

“What were the occupations of the other victims?” JJ, the blonde mom asks.

“Marshall was head chef at the four star restaurant Sundial. Mrs. Nino was a dentist at Shrinner Dental, Cordon was a freelance I.T. specialist, and our fifth victim, Debe Oxe was a Flight Engineer.”

“All high paying jobs...” Agent Rossi trails.

“Could money have been the motive here?” Morgan brainstorms.

“I thought the same thing until...” You scroll to the full length pictures of the women. “I realized that they all have the same body type. That’s where the Hate Crime part comes in.” As a dull silence fills the room you realize that they’re no longer looking at the screens. “Is something wrong?”

“Y/l/n,” Emily starts. “They all look like you.”

You let out a short laugh at that. “No they don’t.”

Everyone just looks at you funny. Then Morgan speaks up, “Similar hair color, same eye color, and not to mention body type.”

“No. Victim number two has lighter hair.”

“But only by a shade or two.” Jareau adds.

“Like Morgan said, its the eye color too.” Penelope contributes. “Can’t deny that.”

“There’s seven billion people in the world. A lot of people have my eye color.” Agent Hotchner is shockingly silent during this whole ordeal. 

“Actually its 7.8 billion.” Reid corrects you.

Derek looks like he wants to say something so you quickly interject. “Agent Morgan, all due respect, if you say me and the rest of the victims have the same shape, I will take offence.” You were joking of course, but he doesn’t know that.

“No no I wasn’t saying that.” He stutters.

Emily says something but everything’s all jumbled. Like your head is underwater.

“Y/l/n.” Hotchner calls your name firmly.

It scared you for some reason. Then your jaw felt kind of tight so you barley choke out a, “Yes--sir?”

“What do you think about Agent Morgan’s theory?”

What do I think? I think he’s a total douche for calling me fat. Shit...what’s wrong with me? He didn’t even say that. “It was highly suggestive of him to propose that the victims resemble me.” Everyone is still looking to you to respond like you didn’t actually say anything. Then it dawns on you, you didn’t. You just said that stuff in your head. Shit, the symptoms.

Your jaw is so tight and the back of your neck is starting to ache. Its getting harder to breathe. “I don’t-” You reach around to the back of your head and rub it gently. Muscle pain and soreness.

You can hear Reid’s voice in the distance but you’re not comprehending anything. Agitation.

Penelope’s arguing with Morgan about something. Apprehension or fear.

Hotchner is attentively listening to their consultations. Ability to be easily startled.

Jareau is flipping through the case file while talking to Rossi. Jaw tightness.

 You hear your name being called but its like you can’t respond. Then you see Em staring at you. You suddenly feel everything crashing down on you at once. Your stomach is doing something funny and now your throat feels like its burning. That wasn’t one of the symptoms. Its not the same feeling as burning but more like cold. I’m not even making sense anymore. You’re scared, something doesn’t feel right. Fear. You keep repeating the symptoms in your head, hoping you’re missing a few and that this cannot be happening to you. You pop an eye open and see that the agents are still talking. You’re trying to call for help but its like the wind has been knocked out of you. Difficulty Breathing.

“I-” As soon as you can choke something out you feel something rising in your throat. You double over in pain and watch as your insides tumble out. All you see is red, feeling bad for whoever has to clean this up. I should do it, shouldn’t I? It feels like your entire body is giving up on you, your head isn’t working right, and you overall feel like complete shit. When you open your eyes again you spot Emily’s shoes running towards you. You look back at the floor, clutching your abdomen. Is that my blood?

Everything goes black.

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[danielleslegacy]

Mints || Spencer Reid x Reader

Request: yes / no

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Summary: Y/n and the team are taking a case where woman have been dying having eaten poisoned mints. 

Word Count: 2,514

Warnings: Needles, Vomit, hospitals, death, extreme angst. 

Pairing: Reader insert x Spencer Reid

All writing is my own, so please don’t steal this. Also, I would appreciate any feedback/comments/requests! xx

*GIF IS NOT MINE SO CREDIT GOES TO THE OWNER*

This case was a particularly hard one, the unsub had killed 3 women in 3 days, but we couldn’t figure out the cause. Spencer had figured out some kind of geographical profile, but without more information about the victims, there was nothing we could do. The women were all connected by coming in to the police station to report a petty crime a day before their death. The team theorized that the petty crimes were committed by the unsub, but other than that we couldn’t figure it out. The women were different ethnicities, age ranges and socioeconomic status’.

“You okay?” A voice calls, breaking me out of my thoughts as the team begins to discuss the profile for the latest serial killer. I turn my head and my eyes lock onto Spencer’s concerned face, we had been dating for a little over five months. I nod my head and turn back to the group, not really paying attention to the information that is being discussed. My feet begin to feel tingly beneath me, but I brush it off and just start to move my feet a little, trying to get the feeling back in them. But when that doesn’t work, I notice my head has started to spin too. My vision gets slightly blurry and I slowly bob down so that I’m closer to the ground, just in case I pass out.

“Y/n?” Director Hotchner calls out, “Do you need a moment?”

A hand rests on my shoulder as I shake my head, leaning my forehead down to the floor. “No it’s fine, keep going.”

The meeting continues, my forehead pressed to the floor and the hand that, I’m assuming belongs to Spencer, rubs small circles across my back in a reassuring way. Once the spinning slows down and I can feel my feet again I lift my head back up and try to pay attention to the conversation that is being had.

“So, what? It’s a poison that is killing these women?” Morgan’s voice says next, my brows furrow in an attempt to concentrate on his words.

“Poison?” I ask, everyone's eyes cast down to where I am sitting on the ground. “Where is the poison coming from?” My eyes snap up to meet Spencer’s searching for the answer.

“The M.E thinks that it was in some kind of mint, which is an odd choice,” Emily says, flipping through the reports in front of her. “You don’t look so good Y/n, you sure you’re okay?”

My face pales in realization, the mint I swallowed earlier begs to make a reappearance. The panic must be evident on my face, “You need to take me to the hospital right now.” Everyone gives me an odd look, and Spencer’s movements cease. “I had one of the mints from the front desk. The other women must have too. They were all the day before they died. I need to get to the hospital.”

The team springs into action, Hotch on the phone requesting an ambulance to pick me up. Spencer’s arm looping around my waist to try to pull me up off the ground, Derek jumping to the other side. I attempt to stand up on my feet but I can’t feel them again and my head goes more fuzzy than it had before, so I have to heavily lean on the men to even raise myself up.

“Ambulance will be here in two minutes, let’s get her outside,” Hotch announces, and everyone begins to take me outside, discussing my dizziness and the way I had been acting.

But I can hardly hear them trying to keep consciousness, I begin talking, “I took a mint from the front desk at approximately nine-thirty last night before I went back to the hotel, so if the other woman died within 24 hours, we have a few hours. It was a little red and white candy and it did taste a little funny.”

“Funny how?” Spencer asks, he knew that I was trying to give a statement while I was still conscious.

“Soapy,” I slightly slur, “ I was going to spit it out but I couldn’t find a garbage bin.”

“Who was at the desk?”

“A white man, around 35, He greeted me and offered me the mint,” I let out a gasp, “Spence he’s the unsub you have to g-.” But I can’t finish my sentence as the entirety of my stomach begins to empty, a trash can is thrust underneath me. Once I am finished the paramedic’s are in front of us with a stretcher, I’m pulled out of the boys arms and layed down.

“Spence,” I call out, tears spring to my eyes as panic reaches up my throat for the first time since we discovered I had been poisoned. My hand reaching up towards the sky hoping he would hear me, when his hand grips mine, and his hard rakes my hair out of my face I feel myself relax. “I’m really scared.”

He nods his head, concern laced in his features, “I know baby, but it’s going to be okay.”

Needles are stuck into my arm and people begin to rush around me, trying to get my vitals. “You have to catch him Spence.”

“Garcia is already looking through the surveillance cameras to try to find out who we’re looking for. You don’t even need to worry, just hold on Y/n,” He presses his lips to my forehead just as my stretcher is lifted into the ambulance. Our hands disconnect and the paramedics talk around me.

“Sir, are you coming with us?” One of them asks, to whom I assume is Spencer.

“Hotch?”

“We’ve got it here, keep her safe,” Hotch replies to him encouraging him to get into the ambulance with me, and I assume he does, but I couldn’t tell you. The panic in my chest and all of the voices and the spinning of my head and the numbness of my body make it hard to tell what is happening to me. People keep saying things like ‘focus on my voice’ or ‘breathe for me’ and all i can do is lie limp on the stretcher, paralysed. My eyes flick around rapidly but I can’t find Spencer at all and a part of me fears he didn’t come. I close my eyes and try to feel each part of my body, and I notice a heaviness in my left hand and I know that he's with me. With that knowledge I let darkness overcome me and I slip away, the last thing I hear is monitors blipping all around me, indicating my heart rate has slowed dramatically.

The smiling face of Spencer fades in from the darkness, and he lets out a laugh of pure joy. A smile comes to my face as I extend my hand out to meet his cheek.

“Hi Spence,” I say softly, “Where are we?” My eyes glance around the pitch blackness.

He says nothing in response and just gestures up towards where a screen is now suddenly playing the view of an operating room. People run around working quickly, trying to keep the person on the table alive. Words I don't fully understand are thrown around and tools that send shivers down my spine are thrusted into the person's body, trying to get the heart to restart. Someone in the room runs past the front of the table knocking the drape off of the person's face. It's me.

Panic claws its way at my chest and machines begin beeping crazily from the screen. Tears meet my eyes.

“What is happening Spence?” I ask turning back to where he had previously been standing only to be met with nothing. My breathing starts to deepen and my head starts spinning. My knees collapse from beneath me and I slam my fists into the ground, wanting nothing more than to be back into the real world, holding Spencer’s hand. Catching the guy that poisoned me.

It’s almost as if the ground swallows me up and spits me back out as I open my eyes again and find myself in a hospital room. The first sensation that comes to me is that my mouth is dry, like very dry. The next thing I notice is that I am freezing everywhere except my left hand. I cast my eyes down and I am met with my boyfriend's fluffy brown locks, his head rested on the edge of my hospital bed, his hand linked with mine.

I attempt to squeeze his hand to get his attention and before I can even think about what to say to him his head has snapped up, eyes locking with mine. A wide grin spread across his face and he leans up to press a soft kiss to my forehead.

“I missed you so much,” is all he says, before he presses the button to alert the nurse that you were awake. “Water?”

I nod my head gently, taking a sip of the cup that he had raised up for me. “Did you catch him yet?”

Spencer’s face changes then, his face conveys that this news is going to be hard to handle. “Louis Thompson, aged thirty seven, widow and a chemist. He laced the mints with some drug Aconite, a drug that paralyses the nerves, and muscles. He was found in the precinct bathroom after ingesting an unknown amount of the mints, dead on the scene.” I nod my head trying to make sense of the situation.

“How long has it been?”

“Your heart stopped on the way to the hospital, twice however paramedics were able to resuscitate you,” He says, eyes locked with yours, the only emotion that can be found is fear, however, i can tell that he's trying to only use facts when explaining this all to me to avoid letting his own tears fall, “Once in the emergency room your liver began to fail, however, the doctors on your case were quick to figure out the drug used, and they were able to appropriately assess the situation. Your heart stopped once again in the trauma room and they were once again able to restart it. They injected you with atropine and you stabilized quickly after that. That took a total of three hours and twenty-one minutes. That was almost seven hours ago.”

“Thank you,” I say, my hand gripping him even tighter.

“I was so scared Y/n, I couldn’t help you,” He says, eyes shining with tears. A nurse comes in, forcing Spencer and me to break apart while she assesses me and makes sure everything is okay.

“I’m going to call the team and let them know you’re awake, they are downstairs,” He says, a faint smile on his face as he exits the room, pulling his phone out of his pocket.

The nurse leaves soon after determining that I’m doing perfectly fine, telling me to take it easy and to press the button if I have any discomfort, and not even seconds later the rest of my team is parading in through the door, smiles on their faces, albeit a few tear stains.

“Can’t get rid of me that easily,” I say letting out a laugh, my own subtle way of letting them know that I’m fine. My eyes rake across the group's faces, locking eyes with each of them, their faces practically unmoving as they study me. “Guys come on, I’m alright.”

Suddenly, as if they had been broken out of a trance they gather around the sides of my bed.

“Glad to see you’re okay Agent L/n,” Hotch says, with a nod and a small smile.

“I was so worried,” JJ says, placing a reassuring hand onto my shoulder.

I give her a watery smile, tears rising to my eyes and pat her hand, turning my face around the group, “I was too, but I’m fine now. I promise,” I begin to search for Spencer, wanting the comfort he gives me, “Where did Spence go?”

Panic builds in my throat, making talking impossible. The machine still hooked up to my chest starts to beep rapidly, making the whole room aware of the fear that is taking a hold of me.

“Hey no, it's okay, I'll go find him, he probably just went to go get a coffee,” Morgan says reassuringly, tapping my leg and walking out of the hospital room.

Once he has completely left the room. “I need you to tell me the truth, how did Spencer handle it? Should I be worried?”

“He wasn’t calm,” JJ begins, “But he let us do our job. He stayed out of the way and tried to keep his mind busy the best he could, in the only way he could, he worked the case from the waiting room. Y/n, he was angry and scared, but he was still Spencer, I don’t think you need to worry. He didn’t go off the rails, he was here, waiting for you.”

I nod my head, fresh tears falling slowly down my cheeks, in the corner of my eyes I notice the boys on their way back, I quickly wipe my tears away, not wanting Spencer to see me upset.

“There are the boys,” I say, stretching my hand out towards Spencer, and as our hands link I bring my eyes up to meet his and notice that they’re bloodshot and rimmed in red. He had been crying. My heart drops in my chest and I force a smile up at him. I can tell her notices my red eyes too by the way his soften and his other hand reaches up to brush down my cheek softly.

“We really should be leaving, we will see you both soon,” Hotch announces, encouraging the other to follow his lead, each saying a swift goodbye and good luck on their way out the door.

Once they’re all gone I let out a sigh and close my eyes, relaxing my body into the hospital bed.

“I missed you,” Spencer says softly, taking a seat in the chair next to mine.

“Please kiss me Spence, “ I practically beg him, allowing my eyes to water. He leans over quickly pressing his lips to mine softly. His own tears mixing with mine along our cheeks. The kiss doesn’t progress any further, just remaining innocent, letting us be together.

He pulls away, wiping his thumbs underneath my eyes, ridding my face of tears, before doing the same to his own.

“I promise you Spence, I’m okay,” I smile, “When can I go home?”

“They want to observe you for a few more hours and then I can take you home,” He says, a faint smile on his lips, “Why don’t you get some rest? I’ll be here when you wake up, I promise.”

I feel my head nod as the painkillers that I’m assuming they gave me begin to kick in and the world begins to slip away.

“I love you,” Are the last words I hear just as sleep overcomes me.

[justoneday-namjoonii]

Killer Killer. teaser

⌲Genre: SerialKiller!au | Thriller!au | Detective!au  ⌲Pairing: Namjoon x Yoongi x OC ⌲Summary: She’s pulled from her dull assignments as a medical/crime investigator and put on a case with two peculiar fellas. The case gets more and more complicated as they try to unravel it’s mysteries..

a/n: Should I give this oc a name? I was thinking about it...

“Ah ha!” A young child with wonder-filled eyes gasped happily, holding a broken toy dog under the playground slide. Instead of playing duck-duck-goose, the little girl was determined to find out who broke Camila’s toy dog and left it here. She ran to the teacher, presented her evidence and found the culprit. That one day shaped the path of her life as a whole, she wanted to solve murder crimes. Quite the profession for a little girl. But that’s what she did. When she went to college, she had one goal, solve mysteries and crimes.

***

“As you can see,” Medical examiner, Amanda Baker, pointed to the horrific burns on the deceased body, the eager M.E’s to be were watching as she determined this corpses cause of death “he was burned, yes. But that’s not the cause of death. I found traces of a deadly amount of arsenic in his liver, a case like this is one the detectives would love.” She was all suited up so she wasn’t worried about the disease-ridden body she was displaying. With the soft click of your shoes, you peeked into the room to see your colleague giving her students raw training with the less than appealing deceased. 

You swallowed before entering the room, being that you’ve dealt with graphic crime scenes many times before, this shouldn’t phase you. “Excuse me, do you have a minute?” 

“Sure, we were just finishing up. Class, feel free to take notes on the board.” She dismissed the students and went to the sink to wash up and discard the mask.

"What’s up?” 

"There's a case that the corporation has been really hush-hush about and I was wondering if you knew anything about it.” You two walked side by side through the spacious hall on the way to her office.

“I wouldn’t know Y/L/N, I haven’t been out in the field for a while. I’ve been teaching more than anything these days.” She pulled off her coat with an exhausted sigh, idly she took her multiple hairpins out of her ear-length hair. 

You sat in one of her designated relaxation chairs for when she had to work late and you unbuttoned your uncomfortable collar shirt a bit. “Aw...”

“Why are you trying to snoop on someone else's case anyway? You’ve got assignments almost every week.” Baker knew your tenacity, you always looked for the case that would put you on the map.

“Yeah, but those are mostly local cases about break-ins and it’s been slow lately...” You exhaled.

“You should be glad, that means fewer people are getting murdered, less body for me to examine.” She laughed, skimming through her files to make sure she has her to-do list aligned for the next workday.

“I don’t only do murders, sometimes I do missing person cases...I don’t know, I guess I’m feeling like a private in an army full of generals.” You confessed. “Everyone on the 3rd floor are snobs and take all the good cases.” 

Not like you’d really know what went on up there.

“What’s so special about the 3rd floor? We go up there all the time for briefing sessions and it seems pretty normal to me.” She knew that what went on up there was ‘Top Secret’ and people like you, weren’t qualified enough. You thought that was preposterous, not qualified enough? That’s B.S. You knew the reason behind not being allowed in the cases, your supervisor was a butthole and that was the only sensible reason.

“You know they’re lying to us, that's what corporations like this do, they lie to everyone except the inside man. I didn’t go to school to be a reporter but that’s what they have me do!” You got up and buttoned your blouse. “I signed up for this job to be out in the field, with the big league. Not behind a desk, in an uncomfortable chair and conducting research on crime scenes that have already been picked over. I’m a forensic scientist, not Lois Lane.”

“Take it easy, y/n, you’ll get your big break, I’m sure of it.” She put on her jacket, grabbed her bag and keys and began to walk out to the lobby. “Just hang in there, goodnight.” She bid you farewell.

“I’ll see you tomorrow Amanda, goodnight.” You waved goodbye and walked to the elevator with a plan in mind. 

You pressed the dingy arrow button and waited. Most people were headed home since it was around 7 p.m and people had families to get to. Ding. The elevator opened and quickly got in and started pushing the close button in case someone was trying to catch it, you didn’t feel like awkward silence right now. When you stopped at your intended destination you saw that some of your co-workers were still here but just a few. You turned to your right and began walking towards your little office. Just as you were about to enter the room, you heard hushed whispering coming from the office across from yours—of course, you had to eavesdrop a little. Since it was fairly vacant, you got on your hands and knees, put your ear to the side of the door and listened.

“I can’t take it anymore.” You heard a low voice say through presumably clenched teeth.

“The hours are ridiculous, I wasn’t trained for work like that and I don’t work in the field! I won’t do it. Why don’t you ask someone else?” 

That was Amir Perez doing all that whining...

“Because you’re my nephew and I want you to succeed. It’s not every day that we let Unit 2 people in on cases like this.”

You knew he wasn’t here because of his ‘fine set of qualifications’, he’s here because his uncle AKA your boss, is doing the family a favor. It was a bit of an understatement to say that you’re pissed. He’s been giving that guy all the good cases and he doesn’t even want them! 

“I'm sorry, but I’m going home.” He suddenly slung the door open and you stood up in a frenzy to get to your office without being seen, not that they were paying any attention to you.

“Amir, wait!” You watched your boss scramble to follow the unmotivated 21-year-old take the stairs down but when he realized he wasn’t stopping he cursed.

“Damn it, that lazy kid.” He began to massage his temples, what was he going to do? He told the team he’d get someone from this unit, his first pick just walked out the meeting is in 5 minutes. Meanwhile, you stood in your doorway as if to see if he was going out or not. 

“You.” You looked wide-eyed when he pointed directly at you with a hesitant expression, this is my only option.

“Me?” You wanted to make sure he was talking to you.

“Come with me.” 

He started walking and you didn’t hesitate to follow him, this might be what you’ve been waiting for since you started this job. You looked around to see where he was taking you and he went opened the door to a flight of stairs that you’ve never even seen before. He went up to a large white door and pressed his hand to a tablet on the wall. When you saw that you were about to unload a million questions. But when that door opened, your heart fell straight into your stomach. 

“Woah...” You knew the facility was huge but this was massive. It looked like a completely different place in here. There was state of the art computers, file rooms that were being skimmed through by the file organizers, there was even a large vault all the way across the room that you couldn’t even imagine what was in it. You looked around and saw that every office had a stately looking name on it, the more experienced detectives must work up here.

“Sir, what is this place?” You followed him around like a kid in the candy store, eager to find something to get into.

“This is Unit 5, it is not to be disclosed to anyone under Unit 5 clearance, you’re the exception.” He dreaded saying that. “I brought you here because you are now taking Amir’s position in this case.” 

You couldn’t believe it. “Seriously?” You nearly squealed with excitement. “I get to work up here with-”

“Don’t get too excited kid.” He cut you off. 

“Hey,” He went up to some guy working at a desk, “Get her a badge with all Unit clearance.” He left you standing alone after the command and the guy gave him a speedy ‘yes sir.’

“Okay, follow me to that room over there.” The guy got up from behind his computer and followed you to the room. “Stand in front of that background and in five seconds it will automatically take the photo.” He adjusted his glasses and waited for you.

“Okay.” You scurried over to stand in front of the wall and in seconds the picture was taken with a flash.

“Alrighty then, I’ll get this laminated and you just wait at my desk.” You went to his desk and waited for maybe a minute or so and he was back with two badges; one being a card and the other being a lanyard.

“Here you go, Miss.” He handed them to you and you stared at them in awe, this is the moment you’ve been waiting for...

“Thank you.” You put one around your neck and the other in your pocket with an uneasy exhale you went to find your boss. And on your quest to find him you saw a room with a bunch of pictures and evidence and you smiled as if it fed your inner investigator.

“Gather around everyone.” He spoke loudly and people scattered like ants to the middle of the room. You didn’t know where to stand or who to stand with so you tried to stand next to him but got booted out of the way—you settled for the far right of the circle of people you can’t say you’ve seen before. 

“As you all may know, we have a sensitive case that needs the assistance of a Unit 2 member.” He made eye contact with you. “This is Y/F/N, she’ll be working with Min and Kim on this assignment.” 

“Hello...” You gave a tight-lipped grin to those around you but you looked around for the two he called Min and Kim but they were nowhere to be seen.

“As for everyone else, resume what you were doing and have a good night.” He left through the main exit and you stood there excited but slightly lost. You inhaled and exhaled—stay confident, introduce yourself and do what you do best—that’s what your parents would say. You were still a bit confused about who to talk to but at this point, you were just happy to be here.

Some random guy with prominent dimples and a soft face came out of nowhere and extended his hand, “Kim Namjoon.” He smiled. “Nice to meet you, partner.” You returned his gesture with a firm handshake and boy, was he tall and handsome—you checked off your mental career-list, sweet coworker—check.

“Nice to meet you too.” You smiled. “I hope you don’t mind but, could you fill me in on what all of this is? I’ve never seen this place before and to be honest, I don’t know what my job is in all of this.” 

“Unit 5 is the highest level in the corporation, we deal with everything from serial killers to speculated alien abduction, you name it, we’ve done it. For our case, we don’t have all the details yet, but we do know it was across town and we’ll be sent out there bright and early tomorrow morning.” He explained as you followed him to his office, he was wrapping up for the day. “The location is in this file, don’t lose it.” He opened his drawer and handed you the beige folder.

“Alright, sounds good.” You nodded in agreement. “By the way, where is um- Min?” 

“Min Yoongi? He left earlier than normal today, he’ll be at the site in the morning.” He pulled on his jacket and left with a smile. “See you tomorrow.”

“See you.” You waved goodbye as your other hand loosely held the folder. You watched as he walked out of that door and you wanted to scream in excitement, but you kept your cool. There were still some people working on their important cases and some of them glanced up at you curiously—that was your cue to go. Even though he said there wasn’t much on the case, you knew he was being secretive about some of it. So, like the skilled professional you are, you decide to go get a little more information. When you looked around, you saw the file room was unoccupied, so you made your way into the dimly lit room. You opened up the file and saw there was no identified suspect yet, the case explicitly stated that visiting the site was required to finish the case file. It read file 19382, not an actual name, that was test file title so it wasn’t that relevant. He gave you an unofficial file. 

“Of course.” You had a feeling that he was a bit too welcoming. Besides that, you knew how to find an undocumented file. You dug through the drawer that was basically empty, the file in the very front was the most recent. To find the one you’re looking for, you just needed to look a few files from it.

“Bingo.” You made sure no one was watching you before pulling it out to look it over, it was a thin file. It read, Woman reports erratic banging on her door in the middle of the night. She fears she’s being watched. Police have inspected the area and waited to see if the culprit would reveal themselves but that was unsuccessful. 

“Interesting...” You read further, The next day, the woman was sent to the hospital for carbon monoxide poisoning caused by an unknown source. In critical condition. You heard shuffling outside the door so you took that as a sign to beat it. You snapped a quick photo of the file and stuck it back in its rightful home. 

The fire has been ignited in you and this case will consume your life for as long as it takes to solve it.