I started the car, feeling Melanie pop into the car along with another body. I didn't mind at this point, I don't care. I hummed along with every saddening song playing on the radio. I glanced at Melanie, whom seemed to be on edge, watching me being depressed. I was too lazy to look at the other figure. "Katie?...." "Yes Melanie?" I asked, driving a bit faster. I was impatient. I was becoming twitchy by each moment. "Are you okay?" she asked, brushing her red hair back. The other figure seemed unhappy. I saw blue eyes kind of glare at me in sadness. "I'm okay. Why?" "You seem upset." "I am, I'm very unhappy."
"Why? You didn't seem as bouncy as you usually are when we get homicide." "I don't know. Maybe Because I was called stupid Because I was blonde." I hissed lowly, causing Melanie to question. "Who?" "Him. Killian." "He called you stupid?" "Yeah, because I'm blonde." I was now ignoring the figures silent tears, dripping off their face in the moonlight. Melanie slapped the figure across the face, making a hard noise. There were now sobs in the backseat. "I-I'm so sorry, Katie..." he whimpered. "You're only saying that because Melanie is going to beat the shit out of you as soon as you don't mean it." I hissed, turning the corner sharply. "Katie—" "No! No! Don't even say my name! Do you know how stereotypical that was?! You're 29! C'mon, we're not in third grade anymore!" I barked.
He growled,"But I didn't mean it Katie! Don't you understand?!" I hit the breaks, forcing them both forward. "Shut your mouth, we're here. Take notes." I said to Melanie and him. I hopped out of the front, my hair bouncing. About two yards away from me I could smell a newly rotting body. "Nice. It hasn't been here long then, eh?" I asked, rubbing my side. "Probably not." said Melanie, bouncing to the body to snap pictures. I walked slowly behind. I shook my head, deep in thoughts. I remember when we just started at age 25...no matter how old he was, I was the better rank. I don't know how, but I was the better rank at age 27. Being as old as I am now, a year later and I'm still a higher rank than that genius. "Cause of death looks like a gun shot to the temple and several stabs to the chest. Sex is female," she bent over and lifted a closed eyelid. "Eyes green, hair black." She wrote it in a notebook. She called the morgue and began taking more pictures of the scene. I shuffled around a bit by the bushes of the desert land. It looked empty, but just a mile away was a mall. I brushed a couple by my leg, something catching it into my pants. "Hey!" I barked, turning so my pants wont tear. It was a needle like thing. I bent over and unhooked it. I pushed more of the bush aside, revealing a knife bottom attached to a big fish hook, as if it was a handmade weapon.
I yelled out,"Yo! Donald! Bring some gloves and evidence bags!" He quickly trotted over, wearing a glove and using a giant pair of forceps looking things and unhooked it from my pants. He put in the bag and labeled it. I shuffled around some more, finding a gun, a wallet, and car keys. "Donald, I found some more stuff!" I shouted as he ran to get a bag. "Bring three!" I bent over, looking at everything and I heard a scoff behind me followed by,"Nice ass." I turned my head a bit and growled,"Go the hell away, Kade." I looked him up and down and rolled my eyes. "—And keep it in your pants." I picked up the wallet, opening it up. There were a couple of cards, some with blood on them. There was her driver's license! "Hm...Valerie Granillo, age 34..." I kept reading and Donald finally showed up. "Here Ducks, I have to check somethin out," I said, dropping it into the bag. "I'll check everything when I get back." I awkwardly walked to the car Kade was leaning against. I pinned him against it, purring delicately. "Katie—" he started, turning a rose pink. "Shhh...." I whispered, pulling him down somewhere to my height. I kissed his neck lightly and I whispered in his ear. "Quit having a boner over me." ----------
I turned on my heel and walked off. I left him Starstruck. I shouted,"We all done?" "Yes we are, DiNozzo!" shouted Melanie, as the morgue took the body away. "Alrighty. Get in the car." I said, pointing to the tiny cruiser I had driven. I bounced to the car, grinning because I managed to piss someone off. Kade-being embarrassed-got in the car last because he didn't want to sit in the front. We we're going to take Donald with us.