You Thought.

Bryce pulled his coat off and let it hit the floor as he ran a muddy hand through his blonde locks that were soaked. "Oh man." He whispered as he folded his arms across his chest. His mind was dazed over the fact that he had completely avoided the detectives suggestion and went looking for Brian in a house address he saw Brock and him had.

Then it hit him.

His hand darted to his coat which lay on the floor and he picked it up before hurriedly looking for the photo. "Crap.." He whispered as he dropped his coat and searched his pockets. "No, no way I lost it!" Bryce growled lowly as he realized he had lost it.

He sighed deeply and made his way to the bathroom. Bryce was met with his reflection that stared right back at him with glazed eyes. Cakes of mud was in his hair from where he had ran a hand through his locks and there was a small cut on his cheek from God knows what. "Bryce you promised Brock.." His whisper was hushed and he swore his reflection didn't even budge to mock him.

Bryce jumped into the shower then out. He got dressed and texted Smitty as fast as he could, there was something he needed to know.

•Police Station...

Ryan groaned aloud as he slammed his hand on his desk, shaking the glass of water beside him. His throat was dry and to be fair his head was pounding. Looking over every word in each report the only thing he could find was the damn cross that each victim had in common. But even he didn't know what that meant.

Ryan looked to his partner who was grabbing his coat with a raised brow, "Where the hell are you going?" Ryan dared to ask as he watched his partner shrug. "A place. Someone needs to talk to me about something." His reply made Ryan stare for a moment. He knew exactly who it was. "Smitty I swear to god if you're fucking a victim I will literally kill you. If you're just helping him I will kill you. This case is important man."

Smitty laughed a little. "I promise nothing's going on Ryan. Besides, we won't find anything tonight I'm sure of that. If I'm not back just take the folder home or something so you can keep looking it over. I think you need a break though so hit the club or something." Smitty walked out after saying that and Ryan looked down at his watch to see it was almost eleven.

Hazel eyes darted back to the file laying out in front of him before he let out a long frustrated sigh. As much as Ryan wanted to continue he felt as if his partner was right, which is really rare. All they've been doing is working on the case with one break that wasn't even considered a break because it was ruined by another kill.

But he didn't want to stop.

Ryan already went out of his way on this by staying past time and trying to find anything he could go on but so far it's only ended on him being lead to a dead end. Even Bryce had gotten further than him and that's probably why the male was a target.

Ryan stood from his chair, grabbed his coat, and the file. He was leaving and taking his partners suggestion into action but only because deep down he felt he was right. As the rain poured down and Ryan rushed to his car he thought over every event that's happened. People were dying each night and he couldn't do anything about it.

Yet.

The hazel eyed male drove down to the bar to wash away all the thoughts of the case and hopefully take home someone, satisfaction counts. Maybe it's what he needed to get his head clear. Wash away the Nurse for just a night.

Before he knew it he was finding his way through the crowd of swaying bodies as music blasted through the air. Time seemed to slow for him as he approached the table and saw a male passed out on it. He took a seat beside the drooling male, "Can I get you anything special sir?" Ryan knew this bartender real well.

Mostly because he used to come here a lot when he was free. "Uh, the usual please." He smiled at the male who nodded and poured him his drink. Ryan didn't even feel like speaking.

But half way through his sixth drink he heard someone sit beside him and his hazel eyes darted to the side. "Water please." Ryan knew who it was. How could he not? Only one man ordered water at a bar that sit by him, Bryce McQuaid. Yet he was too drunk to even shift.

"Bryce? What're you doing here?"

The blonde looked over at him and smiled faintly before tearing his gaze away. "You know you should be working on the case shouldn't you?" Bryce's words made him snicker as he turned his gaze back to the glass in his hand which seemed to have a mind of its own. "I was.." Bryce stayed silent until smiling again, "I'll have whatever you gave him."

A moan tore through the air as Ryan tried his best to keep his partner satisfied while opening the door to his apartment. Once he managed to open it he didn't think twice about carrying the male inside and slamming him against the door to close it. In response he got a groan but his lips trailed hot kisses down the pale neck of his partner before earning a shaky sigh in response.

It went from one place to another and the heated kisses were enough to excit him. Until they reached the kitchen counter because that's when things took a turn for the worse.

"Ryan," his partner breathe out. "Gimme a second."

Ryan groaned before tearing himself away from the blonde and the moment he did Bryce let out another shaky breathe. The detective had to lean against him to keep himself from falling, "I'm so sorry.." The whisper he received made him look up and when he did Bryce shoved him back and before he could stop it he was hit with something hard.