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"Once again, another police officer has gone missing, and once again his body had been found disheveled and almost unrecognizable. Recently, an increase of police officers has gone missing and has been found dead in conditions that are difficult to fathom. So far, only cops have been targeted but it still has yet to be found out why. More on the subject has been released by-"
Jake shut off Amy's monitor as the woman had frequently been watching the news which, inevitably, left her worrying constantly.
"Hey!" She said angrily to her boyfriend, who just shrugged and sat at his desk across from her. "I was watching that! What if it gives us some idea of who is doing this?"
"Leave that to another cop then. Ames, I know you watching the news has freaked you out. You're constantly worrying and you're barely sleeping. Keep in mind that there are plenty of other cops who can also try to find the killer. You're siking yourself out for no reason," Jake told her.
"Yeah, but what if one of those other cops misses something?" Amy spoke, her voice shaking slightly.
Jake lightly shrugged and reached across their desks to take Amy's hand. He rubbed circles on the back of her hand to try to calm her down, which worked slightly. "Do you want a coffee or something? Maybe we could go out for lunch? Just take a nice brain break from all that's happening?" Jake asked, to which Amy nodded lightly, a little hesitant to go out in public while this was happening.
Jake said a quiet 'ok' before he stood up and grabbed his jacket, taking Amy's hand and leading her towards the elevator. They were about to enter the elevator when Captain Raymond Holt stepped out of it, holding up his hand, signaling for the pair to stop walking as he had an announcement.
"Squad, listen up. We have been requested to visit the morgue to take a look at the body. They believe that a fresh set of eyes on the body may assist us in finding the killer," Holt said before walking back into the elevator and holding the door for everyone else.
Amy gave a scared look to Jake who had a clenched jaw and an angry yet fearful look in his eyes. Jake tightened his grip on Amy's hand every so slightly before leading her to the elevator with everyone else. The group went down to the Morgue and walked to the room of which the body was being held in. They all took a deep breath in order to calm their nerves before they stepped into the room, grimacing slightly at the mangled body in front of them. They gathered around, minus Hitchcock and Scully who stayed at the wall so as to not knock anything over, and observed the body. They pulled rubber gloves onto their hands and began to look at the battered body, attempting to find anything to aid the investigation.
"This..." Rosa said, pointing to a few gashes on the stomach area. "What is this from?" She asked.
"It's either from some sort of animal somehow, or a jagged, dull knife. This was most likely the cause of death. Poor guy probably bled to death from these." the morgue worker told them before going back to her clipboard.
Jake gulped as he noticed a small tattoo that was on the man's ankle. Amy walked over to it, Rosa and Holt watching her actions as she began inspecting it.
"This tattoo... I've seen it somewhere..." Amy said, her eyebrows furrowed as she took a closer look.
Jake, deciding not to worry Amy too much, did his best to hide his ankle from her as he recognized the tattoo as the same one he had on his ankle.
"Um, yea. The other bodies had it as well. Must have been part of some group that pissed people off or something," The lady said, also watching the tattoo
"I'm going to research it, see if I can find a connection to somewhere," Amy told them before leaving the room.
Slowly, the others left the room after deciding that they had seen enough. They all collected back up in the bullpen and went back to their desks to do research. Jake sat down across from Amy and began to do paperwork to try and drown out his thoughts, though it was unsuccessful as his mind kept traveling back to the thought of who was killing all of the people with the tattoos. Deciding he couldn't think straight, Jake announced he was going to get some pizza and that he would be back in a little while. Once she said goodbye to her boyfriend, Amy went back to researching, trying her hardest to remember where she saw the tattoo.
An hour had passed and Jake still hadn't returned, although that wasn't very odd considering the fact that Jake often took a long time to have his lunch break, often taking his sweet time to avoid being in the precinct and away from the paperwork. However, it was during this time that Amy had remembered where she had seen the tattoo. She was carrying a cup of coffee back to her desk from the break room when she stopped dead in her tracks, her heart stopping for a brief moment as realization dawned on her. She slammed the cup down on Terry's desk before sprinting to her desk, typing quickly. Terry called out at her actions before he saw the worried look on her face, everyone else also noticing and gathering around her desk.
Amy pulled up the tabs on where the tattoo had come from, the results being a case from a few years ago that was a major mafia drug bust, that had been passed through many precincts. All of the cops who had worked on the case had gotten tattoos as a symbol of them collectively working together to solve the large case. It was almost a symbol of family and success.
When Amy realized what the meant, her eyes filled with tears as she rushed to Holt's office, only to realize he wasn't there and was, in fact, in a meeting with the other captains. Amy sat down, defeated, and shoved her head into her hands, her knee bouncing up and down with nerves, praying to God that Jake was okay and that he was going to come back alive and well.
The others watched her antics with confusion, worried as to why their friend and coworker was so worked up. She looked up at them with teary eyes and began explaining.
"You know where I recognized the tattoo from? A group of detectives who worked a large bust together got them in celebration of their victory. The case took a long time to complete and lots of cops worked it. All of those cops who worked it are now dead, except for one." She told them. The others looked at each other, worried. "You know where else I know the tattoo from? We were at home, sitting on the couch and watching Die Hard." Something clicked in their heads when she said the name of the movie. "Jake's pant leg was riding up his leg a little and I saw a tattoo on his ankle, but he wouldn't tell me where it was from. Now I know. And they're coming after him,"