Scene of the Crime.

Ryan held his breath as he looked over the report about the victim Gracie Blouse who ha died not too long ago. He swallowed hard as he read over the wounds, taking each word in. "Goddamn it.." He muttered as he threw the file on his desk and grabbed the cigarette pack which rested on the edge. His fair skinned fingers slipped one out before holding it firmly in his grasp.

"You should probably hide them from the boss. That or stop smoking inside and expecting cheap air fresheners to cover up the smell." Smitty said as he closed the door behind him and watched the other man set the cigarette at the end of the desk. "Why should I? Not like he cares.." Ryan picked up the folder and handed it to his partner who made a face in response. "Well, it's bad for your health and he does care, why do you think Clark got kicked off?" Ryan merely gave him a look as the younger male hit his cigarette into the trash can he kept near his desk. "Hmp.."

Smitty took the folder from his partners hands and opened it to see the victim who was myrdered by the nurse. He shook his head and gave a slight gun in disappointment as he sat it down. "Poor girl. She was so beautiful and had a kind heart to put up with her boyfriends bullshit." Ryan nodded in agreement. He wasn't attracted to women but Gracie was a different story for he knew her personally and always thought he was too kind.

He hated seeing her end up this way.

Maybe it was the woman's sweet smile or genuineness ways of how she had treated him over the years of their friendship. Ryan couldn't tell you at all but he could tell you he wanted to catch this woman before more people died. People closer to him.

"We better get going, I hear there's another victim around the corner." Smitty groaned out as he threw the folder back on his partners desk. "I'd hate to stick around here."

Ryan nodded as he followed close behind his friend. He had to admit, Smitty was right in so many ways about the office. It was seemed too dull for Ryan who preferred to at least have something going on around him. Everyone here though, they knew exactly what they were doing. No fun and games.

Of course he wasn't complaining. Checks were high enough to last him for at least three weeks or even longer if he cut down on the cigarettes.

•Downtown From The Station.

Bryce took a deep breath as he made his way down the street, he was shivering from the cold. It was such a pain to him that it was so cold but then again he couldn't complain. Heading to work on a day like this meant the office would probably be warm if not colder due to his boss being a pain. He couldn't help but feel like that was life though.

Bryce made his way to the hospital but stopped when he seen a yellow tape line and cop cars surrounding a certain spot in the area. His curiosity peeked and he made his way to the scene of the crime and he was glad to find he wasn't the only one. Blue eyes darted to the bloodbath on the ground where a man lay with his head missing and his shirt was ripped in two so a cross could be seen. Blood covered his body as well as the walls which had the written message, "God can't say thy sinner!" In blood. Bryce was stuck in disgust as well as discomfort as he stared at the scene, allowing whispers to fill the area around him. Bryce felt sick.

"Hey you!" That voice snapped him out of his daze as he looked up and his eyes were locked with hazel ones. "What're you doing here?! Did I not tell you to stay out of trouble?!"

Bryce watched the man go under the tape and he immediately took this as his chance to play the ninja game and disappear into the crowd that had formed. As Bryce squeezed through the crowd he looked back to see the detective looking through the crowd trying to find him which caused his to pull up his coat and walk away from the scene to his office.

The long walk was probably going to tire him out and he knew he probably should've called his friend Brock for a ride but in all honesty he had forgotten so now he was here. Brock was probably at work operating on someone while he was here running late. Just as Bryce was about to check the time a certain car slowed down beside him, it's dark windows rolled down and revealed one of the detectives he had run into. "Hey," he said with a cheekish grin. "Need a ride?"

Bryce wanted to turn down the man but his boss would be so upset if he came in past time so he gave a hesitant glance. "Um.." He chewed his bottom lip and the officer smiled slightly. "I don't bite. Hop in and tell me where you're heading." Bryce nodded slightly as he did so and gave the directions to the officer who took him right where he needed to be. Bryce thanked the man, "Thanks um.." "Smitty." "Thanks Smitty."

Bryce stepped out from the car and waved the detective off before stepping into the large hospital. He changed and walked up to the surgery room and found Brock washing his hands to prepare for one. "Hey Moo." Bryce greeted as he began to wash his hands beside the male. "Bryce! You're late! I got finished with a surgery not too long ago..where were you." The blonde wanted to scream for he knew he was right on the dot when he made the decision not to call Brock because he may be in an operating room. "Oh um..I woke up late." The lie was simple but Brock believed it.