#theorison

There was an uncertain tone to Will’s voice. The few times Jack did come over, it was rarely with good news, but Will couldn’t shake the feeling that this time, it was something different. Not just another serial killer he needed help with catching. Maybe it was the way he had knocked continuously on the door, or something with the look in his eyes… Taking a step back, Will opened the door completely.

He didn’t utter a reply, but instead he just walked confidently through the door. That was a man with authority. Crawford glanced at the kennel of dogs, sprawling on the mat that was a few metres away, as he took a seat on the comfy sofa. Their beady eyes seemed to return his gaze, scrutinising him; it made him slightly uneasy.

"He’s been captured. We want you there when we interrogate him." It was not a request, it was a demand.

Though Will had known Jack for quite some time now, at least enough to know he was the one in charge, he still had slight trouble getting used to it, though mostly because people with authority in general made him feel a bit uncomfortable.

Unlike Crawford, Will didn't sit down. Instead he stopped in the door and leaned against the door-frame, as usual looking anywhere else than at him. "You want me there?" he repeated, glancing shortly over at Jack, before moving his gaze over to Winston, who unlike the other dogs were lying for himself across the room.