#ofsiin

                 oceanic hues were looking around the room frantically, and HONESTLY, mandy didn’t even know where to look.                the only place she DIDN’T want to look however, was the bathroom.               a DEAD GUY was lying on the floor, covered in his own blood and vomit and mandy just COULDN’T HANDLE that ; not one single bit for that matter.                     ❛ i REALLY don’t fucking care, okay.               i just need this body gone and YOU were the only person i figured could help me. ❜

Walking into their joint office. Rubbing her face a little bit, before her sight came down upon her partner. A hardened sigh, before she sat at her desk, and ‘ woke ‘ up her desktop. Carla was a little late to work, but not by too much time. Gaze went to Fallon, before a shake of her head.  

❝ Did I ever tell you that teenage girls are a nightmare? She just turned thirteen and now she thinks this attitude of hers is going to get her somewhere. Never  have children, it’s such a pain. She was late to school yet again. I don’t think I was ever like that ever.  ❞

 Another more irritated sigh, before gazing over at the hot coffee that was sitting on her desk. Grabbing it.  

❝ Thanks, I will get it for us tomorrow.   ❞

 It had seemed proper to take turns getting coffee for each other, and it seemed like a good system. Glancing at her emails briefly, before grabbing the case file on this new “ killer “ dubbed THE SURGEON. Mutilated bodies had been found in various locations, all women under the age of 20. Dissection was his game, and was he good at it. A new Jack The Ripper of sorts. They had been assigned to the case a few months ago and already the body count was getting too high for her particular tastes.  

 ❝ Did we ever get the FBI profiling on this guy? My guy in Boston should have gotten back to us by now.   ❞