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They entered the house, immediately big regret the smell of the decaying body hit them hard. Even after years of smelling decaying bodies on crime scenes, it still gets Gavin to almost puke he placed clenched fist to his mouth and prayed to all what's above, to hold his food where it should be.
After a bit of meditation, the breakfast went down and he continued to enter the house further. He saw (y/n) bent over the table with field lab equipment, cameras, and gloves. Her clothes were nicely wrapped right around her body just her lab coat was in the way, but in this position, made him ache just for the thought for it. Before she turned to him with a smile – oh no, he hoped his thoughts the dirtier ones will be gone, or his body will react to it-!
"Gavin? Uh you got something there"
Oh no, he thought to himself.
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"You got some uh ketchup? On the corner of your lips," She said with a small smile pointing at where the stain should be on herself. He said nothing just staring at her feeling himself relief that it wasn't about the upcoming friend but some ketchup, he wiped it off before looking aside mumbling "Thanks" with a small blush.
"Anyway got any idea what happened?" He asked her as he moved closer to the corpse that was in the living room, looking at it while trying not to puke from the smell. It was here for quite a long time for sure just from the smell.
"Carlos Ortiz, age 29 has a criminal record of theft and aggravated assault and a Red Ice user- evidence from his mouth and the table. Was stabbed 28 times from what I can see the weapon is the kitchen knife" she said reading from her notes she took before he arrived.
Gavin still felt disgusted at the sight as he got up and away from the corpse "Thanks (y/n) I will go to see if Hank got any lead" he said with a smile at her, with her smiling back at him.
He looked around and went to Hank who was in the kitchen looking for more lead between the pieces of evidence, leaving (y/n) taking more notes and evidence in the living room.
"Got anything?" He asked Hank, standing beside him as Hank was looking at the fallen chair, before turning to him and eyeing the living room with an eyebrow raised. "In your case or this case?" He asked amused before turning serious. "It seems like the fight started here in the kitchen because of the weapon of murder is a knife and the chair here and the missing knife," He said as he pointed out where the knives near the sink. Gavin looked at the knives, some of them were rusty and some are perfectly sharp. He started to look around the place, he noticed something strange. There was something sticking out from the kitchen's drawers. He turned around and said to (y/n) "Can you toss me some gloves?" (y/n) without words did what he asked, he put on the latex glove and opened the drawer – inside was a mess of many things like Sewing needless, box cutting knife, buttons, some weird metal fragments, pieces of paper and a bandage. He grabbed the bandage roll before calling the lieutenant "Hank come over here" Hank made his way to his colleagues. "What's up?" he asked Gavin, "This bandage has been used quite recently." He said as he pointed to the white material contrasting with yellowish wrapping. Hank snorted quite loudly, bringing the attention of people on the crime scene "I think we have suspect here then, the soil in his backyard is the type that would've restrained a trace and there are no footprints there" He said as Gavin tossed the glove into a bin as he had no need for it anymore. At that moment (y/n) looks around the kitchen and wandering off to the bathroom before noticing that there is actually something missing besides the wall as if something was there not long ago from the wallpaper stains, she looked up to see a closed entrance to the roof attic.
"I need help here please," She asked before Gavin walked to her "what do you need?" He asked her looking at her and then at what she is looking at, frowns right away clearly not liking what he saw. "Can you lift me up please?" She asked him before he nodded in responded, calling Hank to bring a chair before getting ready to lift her. There is no way in hell he gonna let her go up there alone with the possibles that the killer is there! No one gonna take his new partner forensic scientist.
He lifted her up, working fast she moved the door and slide off him into the attic, looking around and wondering off. He cussed quietly right before Hank put a chair near him he said his thanks and followed (y/n) to the rooftop attic. Hank watched while Gavin gets himself on the attic. Damn if I had this strength again he thought to himself. He looked around to find something to do while they were up there. "Bathroom maybe?" he mumbled to himself. Slowly making his way to the untouched bathroom by his colleagues. He slowly opened the not so good oiled door. The smell of still water from the toilet hit his nose hard. Although the smell was horrid, his attention was fully focused on small bottles laying in the sink. He came closer and lifted one up with his gloved hand. "Antidepressants huh…" reading loudly what the bottle is for "Shit went really bad" there were 4 empty bottles in the sink as he placed the bottle he was holding, his eyes caught some metallic shine on the floor, by some dark stains. He crouched as close as space allowed him. "Razors and loads of blood…" He stopped for a moment, "Nah not possible. A person who used it would pass out already" as he was thinking to himself, he heard a scream from the attic.
A woman screams.