#louiseedit

↳ It was midnight when Louise arrived at the crime scene, this one in a back alley, and this time around she was thankful to remember her umbrella. Hopping out of her cab, she bumped into the coroner who was rushing past with his assistant and a stretcher carrying a body bag on top.

"Hey Cary." She had to project her voice over the loud buzz of the rain pounding to the ground and the scattered voices of the other police officers on the scene.

"Detective! We've got two more over that way by your partner and the Captain. You might want to get over there quick; everyone is rushing around as you can see."

Louise surveyed the area, the coroner wasn't joking about the commotion. In an effort to preserve the crime scene, the uniforms and the rest of the investigators were scouring the ground for any possible evidence while flashes, reflecting into the puddles formed, shown brightly as pictures were being taken.

"Louise!"

The brunette turned, gripping onto her badge instinctively, to Damon who was wearing a black t shirt and jeans, which matched Louise's current relaxed style. 

"What happened here?" She cut straight to the point, her eyes darted around the scene like chasing fireflies in the night. She was making sure to take a mental note of her surroundings as she looked down to her feet where the rain water ran down the black asphalt, any evidence floating away with it. The coluoring of the street however, was off in the slightest; the runoff was flowing red as blood, what little there was left.

"Same M.O as the last four," He replied leading her to the center of the crime scene.

One body remained untaken, it was, however, wrapped in thick heavy plastic. "Three victims. Erin Carlson, Mark Ruben and Sean Granger, all drained of blood from their wrists and their neck." 

He knelt down and lifted the plastic just enough to show a male victim's wavy blonde hair, but Louise had to look away. On the table, she could look the dead straight in the eye without flinching, she could watch the coroner remove the heart, or even examine the brain with the scalp slipped forward covering their face. Where others would get sick, instead she would ask questions and take study the body hands on. Seeing one cold, out in the open, where they didn't belong dead but rather living their lives, was a different story and she would quickly find herself getting attached.

"He's getting smarter." She mused with disgust rolling over her tongue, "Keeping the bodies in the rain will wash away any evidence."

"Or sloppy." Damon pointed out with a pass of his hand, "This time - we have a witness. The Captain is with her now."

Louise shot to her feet and followed her partner's pointed finger in the direction of her police captain, Alaric Saltzman. There has never been a witness before.