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[ helen zaas? ]

𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐬, 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭.

Alex and Dylan stepped out, holding out a voice recorder and the latter adjusting her fake glasses. You followed after them, flipping your hair over your shoulder as you lifted a clipboard to your white and beige striped skirt-clad hip. You were posing as a Forensic Pathologist, with Natalie soon jumping out after you, rocking a flowing orange mullet.

You couldn't forget Bos, who stumbled out behind us. "I'm not going nowhere near no dead body," he shook his head.

You strutted forward, across the lawn before a police officer shook his head, humming in disagreement. "Mm-mm. Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm." He held his hand up to stop you and the girls from entering as he blew a plume of smoke. "Freeze, ladies. If you're not a dead body, you need to be on the other side of those ropes. We've got a pretty serious situation. My men have got this whole area secured, and I'm going to have to ask you to evacuate your persons immediately. We got a 211, a 183, and believe it or not, we got an 11-350 to boot, and it ain't pretty."

"An 11-350?" Alex questioned.

"You found an illegal chinchilla ranch on the premises?" you finished, raising your eyebrows.

"It's a chinchilla farm... but you're good," he said with an impressed smile.

"Negatory to your orders to relinquish locality. Circumspect to your observation of said perimeter, we shall proceed to the interior of the dwelling with your accompaniment," Natalie interrupted, pointing her fingers to the house, urging you and the angels to walk.

The cop stuttered, raising his hand, "I do not copy. Repeat, do not copy. Ladies, I'm going to have to ask my sergeant."

"Your sergeant is here," Natalie retorted, chewing sloppily on her gum.

Entering the house, you found it encased in red lighting. Natalie turned on her torch as you went over to the dead body sitting in a lazy chair with Alex on your trails. "Hands off. You gals had your game faces on at the academy, you ought to be able to figure this one out. Simple café coronary. Freak show choked to death," the cop said, nodding to you and the girl. "Questions?"

Alex pulled something from the corpse's agape mouth, holding it to you as you inspected it. "Examination of soft palate reveals porcine by-product lodged in vestibule," you stated as she pulled it away.

"Caufield shows no signs of trauma to the larynx. His struggle pattern indicates that he didn't choke..." she trailed off.

"He was smothered," you finished.

"Lades, we got some carnaubal residue," Natalie yelled, taking a sniff. "Pineapple. Oh, it's Sex Wax... Best for your stick."

"Parden me?" the officer asked, leaning forward in confusion.

"The killer's a surfer," you stated, walking away from the body and stopping beside Natalie. 

"How do you know?" he questioned.

"He employed the same credit card he uses to scrape wax off his board to gain entry into the house," Nat replied.

"Those trasher scumbag surfers," he muttered, making you chuckle. "FREEZE!" he yelled when Dylan sprayed something onto the floor before raising a LED light over the spot.

"I found a foreign print. He was wearing reissued 1989 Air Jordan's. A limited promotional version that was only sold at the Foot Locker in Fontana in the summer of 2002," she smiled, looking up at you. "But there's a discrepancy in weight distribution between the left and the right sides... an anterior cruciate ligament that was repaired in the last year."

You and the angels left the crime scene, walking beside Nat whilst the girls took up front. "Alright, angels, who did it?" Bosley asked, coming up beside you. 

"We're looking for a killer with a scar on his knee who surfs," Alex replied.

"Did he stink?"

"There's a hurricane off Baja. That means good swells for all south-facing beaches," Dylan informed, looking at you and the girls.

"Was there a lot of blood?"

"Offshore winds, Third Point," Nat added.

"And no, Bos, there wasn't allot of blood," you smiled, walking to the truck. "Hey, Alex, surfboards are at your house."

"Come on, share it with me, angels," Bosley pleaded as he handed the real coroner the stretcher, to which the officer told him to freeze.

Nat grabbed your arm as you giggled, watching Alex do some chitter for the man, her father, kneeling in front of her. "That is so cute! I do the whiskers with my dad."

The man looked between you, mouth wide as you smiled, "Mr. Munday, it is such a pleasure to finally meet you! I'm Y/N."

"I'm Dylan. And that's Natalie," Dylan greeted, shaking his hand as Nat chuckled.

"I assure you, none of the stories are true."

"Well, some of them are," you joked, you and the girls giggling.

"So, you work with Alex at the hospital?" he asked, and you all paused, glancing at the girl who nervously smiled.

"Yes!" you immediately nodded and smiled. 

"Natalie works in the psychiatric ward, Y/N is in charge of the midwifery ward, and Dylan is the head of... genecology," Alex lied as you shrugged your shoulders when her father gave us each an incredulous look.

"Really?" Dylan hummed in confirmation. "So young."

"I know," she smiled with gritted teeth.

"We were just on our wait actually—." Alex made dramatic hand gestures from behind her father, silently telling you and the angels to leave. "—Because we have some major procedure coming up, Daddy, so we..." He turned around and she covered her movements up by pretending to stretch.

"Duty calls," you said.

"Sorry!" Nat piped up.

"I've gotta... prep," Dylan pursed her lips, stepping away.

"Yeah, scrub up," you mumbled with a smirk.

"Bye-bye," he said as you and the girls reciprocated. You waited for Alex as she kissed her father goodbye, soon greeting you as her father stayed inside.

You watched from the sand as Nat surfed a large wave, bending over to scrub some wax on your black and white board. You were sporting a pink bikini with hibiscus flowers printed on, which matched the ones on your surfboard. You looked over, seeing Bosley walking over to a man waxing his board, chuckling as he tried to blend in.

You glanced over your shoulder when Natalie had called out to you, your eyes widening in shock as you saw the Madison Lee standing beside her with a charming smirk. You jogged over, pressing your board into the sand. "Oh, my Angels, Madison Lee! I'm such a big fan!" you gushed, the ex-Angel chuckling.

"Y/N, right? What you did on the Santiago Italy mission was insane! Connecting the red wire to the mainframe so when you blew up the surface data, the workstation was destroyed as well? Very nice stuff," she complimented, and you felt heat rise to your cheeks, and it definitely wasn't because of the sun. As you went to continue speaking, you were interrupted by Alex telling you to move in onto a man. You were listened to the description, quickly spotting by the pathway, heading up to his car.

"There she goes," Dylan mumbled, watching Madison drive off.

"Who do you think will be the first of us to leave? You, me, Natalie, or Y/N?" Alex asked.

"What are you talking about?" she questioned, turning to face her.

"I think it'll be Y/N, then Natalie, don't you?"

"Why? Did they say something?"

"Well, Nat and Pete live together now. And I can tell by the way Dallas stares at Y/N like she's the only thing keeping him breathing that he's definitely gonna pop the question. Soon, they'll be engaged, and you, Natalie and I will be wearing ugly pink dresses at the wedding of Mr. and Mrs. Dallas Parker. Besides, I may have gotten a little hint from the man himself!" Alex exclaimed wistfully, dipping a corndog into some batter due to their undercover job.

Dylan smiled, happy for her best friend, before she scoffed, brows furrowing in confusion, "Yeah, but even if she got married, she'd never leave us."

"Sooner or later, Dylan, us three girls are going to have to break in a new angel."

Dylan looked out at the beach, mind swirling with the thought of someone replacing the spot in which you sat, before Natalie disappeared after you. And then Alex. Soon, she would be frail and old, sitting with three young and new angels.

"I mean, you didn't think it would be the four of us forever, did you?" Alex brought her back from her thoughts, looking over with a chuckle.

Yes. She had thought exactly that.

You held your board to your side as you ran out the water, following the man who was running to his car. He was tucking in his towel when you approached him. "Killer, huh?" you piped up, sending him a smile as he looked up at you. You caught his gaze raking over your sun-kissed body, a slight smirk tugging at his lips, before it disappeared. "I just get so excited. When it's big like that, I just love to ride it hard and rough." You moved forward, swaying a little, causing my board to hit his car. You giggled, mumbling an apology as he stared at you with dark, brown eyes. "The way I was getting pounded, I'm going to be wet for hours."

The man paid no mind to your illicit talk, instead moving to step inside his car. From the glass pane, you watched as he once again allowed his eyes to travel over your body, before he pulled out of the parking lot. His car disappeared with a swirl of sand as you waved him off with a sweet grin.

Moving your surfboard to the side, the three angels appeared from behind it, the four of you watching the car before it fully disappeared. "Randy Emmers," Alex said, handing Natalie his credit card to which she sniffed.

"Pineapple Sex Wax," she confirmed.

"The Coal Bowl," Dylan read off a flyer in her hands. "Hey, check it out, 'Leo', that could be his next target."

You and the angels sat on your corresponding bikes on top of a dirt hill, watching over the other riders of the tournament. You were all wearing matching outfits, but with different colors that Natalie had dubbed to each of you. "This is it," Alex said.

"The Coal Bowl," Dylan muttered, smirking.

"Let's get dirty," Nat nodded.

"And get ready to rumble," you chuckled.

The four of you bumped fists before starting the engines of the bikes, speeding down the hill. Parking them down at the bottom ramp, you stepped off the bike, the girls coming up beside you as you all walked together, eyes sweeping over the tracks. "I'll buy in," Nat shouted over the loud roars of the bikes.

"I'll find Leo," you said.

"I'll look for Emmers," Dylan stated and immediately, the three of you stopped her with a hand to her gold-plated breasts.

"I'll look for Emmers," Alex corrected, before you and the girls continued. Dylan muttered a 'yeah', following. 

The red-head walked with you, seeing as she was your partner for the finding of Leo as the girls left to fulfill their own respective missions; Natalie paying for your spots and Alex, who tried to find Emmers, all the while trying to get rid of a man who kept trying to ask her out. As you and the stepped onto one of the dirt hills, she stopped you. "Hey. You and Dallas? How's that going?"

"It's going well. Why?" you smiled in question.

"Where do you see this going?" she asked, causing your brows to furrow in confusion.

"Going? I'm confused."

"Okay, say someone was to come up to me and say, 'Hey, Dylan, do you think that Y/N wants to get married?'"

"What?" you asked, a confused grin on my face. "Did Dallas ask you to ask me if I wanted to get married?"

"No," Dylan denied, quickly shaking her head as you removed your arm from hers, starting up a thoughtful pace.

"Because that would be weird. I mean, we haven't even moved in together. Sure, I haven't been to my apartment in weeks cause I'm too busy at his place. I guess that means he thinks I live there. And now he's asking you if I want to get married..." you muttered to yourself, Dylan biting her lip as she watched you.

"Heads up. I've spotted Emmers. I'm on him," Alex's voice rang through, snapping you out of your thoughtful daze. "Red bike, red helmet."

You followed her description, soon spotting the tanned man, wearing nothing but his pants and helmet, legs draped over a shiny crimson bike. Your gaze moved across the line of bikers before they landed on a distinct emblem on one the helmets. "Nat, number 25. Check it out," you supplied, Dylan following your gaze. "The Lion. That's Leo."

"I got in. The guy in the blue," Nat responded, glancing over at him. Suddenly, the race began with an abrupt whistle. It seemed that the blonde was the only one unprepared for this as the other bikers took off in a high-speed chase, seeming to be expecting this. "I got shut out!"

You watched as Emmers jerked his leg out, kicking at one of the opponents. The man screamed as he pummeled to the side of the course, crashing into the dirt as you shouted in question, "What was that?"

"He's after Leo!"

You continued watching the scene before you, observing as Emmers took out yet another opponent, their bike bursting into flames due to the leakage of oil, effectively killing the biker. Natalie twisted her bike to come to a stop beside you as Alex had stated that Emmers was getting far too close to Leo for her liking. 

"That's it! Let's get in there!" Dylan yelled, as another person was killed. You and Alex shared a nod, complying with the girl as the three of you quickly revved your bikes, joining the race with a flourish. You yelled for Nat when you noticed Emmers caving in on her, and she had heeded your call, swerving just in time, avoiding the major possibility of being crushed. Although, she had fallen from her bike, but quickly regained herself on the vehicle, continuing to drive after you and the girls.

"Let's go!" the blonde screamed.

"Let's get him the double!" Dylan shouted, receiving your nods. You increased the speed, skillfully surpassing a row of small but dangerous bumps. Then, larger hills came through, and every time you leaped into the air, Emmers would shoot at you from his bike, but you each effectively dodged the bullets. But one of the shells hit Nat's wheel, and she soared from her mountain bike to yours. She was lucky to land on your back, quickly securing herself behind you as she reassured you that she was fine, before hopping off and stealing a bike from two unsuspecting men.

As you were riding, you suddenly saw Emmers fall limp as he had passed a man dressed in all-black. "Emmers is down!" you shouted to the girls.

Driving to the side where he was crashed, you looked over just as the angels did. A gasp escaped your lips when you saw the Thin Man standing up, a lock of unmistakable ginger hair in his tight frip as he sniffed it. "The Thin Man," Dylan mumbled.

The man ran off, and before you could react, he had disappeared. Brushing him off, you kneeled down besides Emmers, fingers going to his neck to check for a pulse. "He's dead," you muttered.

"What the hell is going on?" 

You turned your head, finding a young boy with curly tuft of brow hair, staring down at you in bewilderment. "Hey, you're just a kid," you stated, squinting up at him through the harsh sunlight.

"I'm fifteen and a half," he said, almost as if to reassure you.

"Photos. Alan Caufield," Alex supplied, producing the picture of the dead man that you and the girls had visited in the suburbs. 

"Max Petroni-."

"How'd you know my middle name?" Leo interrupted Natalie, who lifted the photo of the boy in response.

"Helen Zaas?" you repeated in question, your eyes wide as you showed Alex and Natalie a photo of... Dylan.