"Yoongi, slow down!" Namjoon pushed his foot down on the floor of the car in the passenger seat, desperately trying to will a second brake into existence. "What are we even going to visit the police for?"

Yoongi narrowed his eyes, speeding a little faster. "Something new happened in the case."

"What?" Namjoon whipped his head around to face him. "When were you going to tell me?"

"I told you now." Yoongi huffed.

"Yeah- when we're already fucking halfway there!" Namjoon exclaimed, pressing down on his imaginary brake harder. "That's a fucking red light- Yoongi stop!"

Yoongi slammed on his brake at the last second, the car lurching to a halt, halfway across the crosswalk.

"Tell me what the hell is going on." Namjoon demanded, turning to face him. "Why are you so hell bent on getting there so late at night when before you didn't even want to bring your cop friend into it at all?"

Yoongi dug into his jacket, keeping his eyes fixated on the red light. He handed a piece of paper over to Namjoon. "Jungkook drew this."

Namjoon raised an eyebrow, looking at the child's drawing. "Um...shall we put it on the fridge?"

"It's hands." Yoongi floored the gas pedal as soon as the light turned green.

"Oh." Namjoon turned the paper sideways. "Avant-garde."

"I've never asked him about that night." Yoongi said as he drove. "About what he remembers from the crash. And then tonight I was curious, so I did."

"And he remembered...hands?" Namjoon looked the paper over.

"He remembered full sentences." Yoongi was serious. "He's never spoken in full sentences before- he can't. And then he suddenly had an episode and started becoming obsessed with hands, and speaking complete sentences. He was repeating what people were saying. Someone was begging with someone else. Something happened that night, other than the crash."

Namjoon studied the picture with more focus now, taking in the brown line slashed over the yellow hands.

"They're tied." He realized.

"Huh?" Yoongi risked a glance at him.

"The hands. They're tied." He pointed at the brown. "It's rope."

Yoongi swore under his breath. "Fuck."

Namjoon agreed, looking down at the road as Yoongi sped down the darkness.

"What the hell...?" The car slowed slightly, taking in the sight of flashing lights at the police station.

An ambulance was in the parking lot.

Now it was Namjoon's time to swear.

"Fuck."