Chyler was mumbling to herself, swearing on everything the world was built on, since she really had no idea how to talk with the person she had gotten as a partner. Callaghan was the type of person that was making her disturbed and furious even before she had opened her mouth. Nothing was working. Being snarky didn't manage to make her hold her horses, trying being nice didn't work either... was there any way for her to actually be able to get along with Aria without having to beat her up at some point?
"She'd probably ask if instead of crowbar I'd use a baguette." She snorted, shaking her head and opening her mailbox. She had to admit, though, all the nicknames Callaghan had given her... she bad been quite creative, since none of them repeated so far.
She started typing an e-mail to 'Saskies', as Aria was so kind to name them, but her phone buzzed in the moment she was in the middle of it. It was Courrier, their direct superior. Chyler doubted if Aria was aware about his existence and data at all, though.
"Toussaint." She said, pressing the phone to her ear with her shoulder and finishing the message she'd started. She hated leaving things half done.
"There's another victim." He stated with almost indifferent voice and she raised her eyebrow, not clicking the 'send' button yet. She swallowed.
"What...?"
"Second corpse, Toussaint. I'll send you the coords via text and you take your partner and go there. I want to see reports by the end of the day."
"Of course, sir." Chyler nodded, hanging up and waiting for the message. She smirked, thinking about forcing Aria to do the paperwork. She was wondering how much trouble would she bring to herself because of her probable inability to make things the way they should be done.
When her phone pinged, she took it, took her jacket and left her office, getting inside the one occupied by Callaghan. At the first sight, she saw an empty room.
"What...?" she raised her eyebrow, but then she saw a part of Aria's heavy boot that was visible on the side of her desk. When Toussaint approached, she saw her partner sitting on the floor, drinking something from a very colorful can, and flicking through some documents. Her legs were spread widely, and the papers were laying in the space between them.
"I still wonder how can you even fuck around about knocking if you don't give a shit about it yourself, Mille-feuille." She snorted, not even looking at her, still reading something. It was a wall of text, Toussaint wondered what was that about.
"I still wonder how can you not be ready to go to the crime scene." She bounced the ball, and then she heard a deep sigh.
Aria stood up, took her leather jacket, rolled the sleeves and put her hand into its pocket, looking at her partner, shrugging with one shoulder.
"See, I need literally five seconds to be ready. And I am driving this time." She stated, getting out of the room. Toussaint bent to see what Callaghan was reading when she heard from the doorframe: "You better hurry, since I can leave without you. You don't want that."
"No, I don't.", she admitted, almost running after her.
They reached Aria's RAM in silence and when they packed themselves in, Toussaint looked at her partner that didn't turn on the engine.
"You want to even move this cow?" she asked, trying not to pay attention to the mess that was inside. The car wasn't dirty, but it smelled like cigarettes and some very sweet beverage. Probably... energy drinks?
"I need to know where to go first." She scoffed, and then snorted with piercing laughter, seeing Toussaint's face. "Yeah, look in the mirror, that's an expression of a year. Nice to see you running after me, though."
Chyler didn't say anything, she just felt almost slapped into her face. And the blush that sneaked there against her will. She pulled out her phone and gave Aria the coordinates. Callaghan nodded, acknowledging them, and when she pushed the throttle, Toussaint felt her back almost becoming one with the seat.
"What do we have here?" first question that had been asked came from Chyler, as if she was trying to block Aria from talking. After all she was the nicer one to interact with.
"Well, hello, another stabbed victim." The technician sighed, waving his hand and inviting the detectives to the temporal tent they had put over the corpse.
"Looks like someone wanted to make a flesh salad." Aria snorted, seeing the massacred body. Chyler grimaced, looking at the corpse, probably trying to understand what happened and why they had another victim so soon.
"Excuse me?" the guy raised his eyebrow, trying to understand what just happened, but Callaghan didn't even bother with hiding her indifference.
"You done here?" she asked, observing another technician that was already packing the camera to his bag. When their greeter nodded, she pulled out latex gloves, put them on with loud stretching sound when the rim slapped her wrist. Then she knelt by the body and she huffed. "Yeah, someone's hobby is gore. A lot of it."
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Chyler frowned, trying to understand the total lack of emotions that her partner was presenting.
"A lot of things." Callaghan shrugged, inspecting the injuries. "Looks actually the same way as the previous one. Stumbled, got impaled like during sex with no brakes in BDSM dungeon, and then was left to rot or die." She glanced at his throat and then she frowned. "Though that's actually something weird." She pointed to the place. "It was slit."
"The other one didn't have it." Toussaint nodded. Aria did the same. They looked at each other and Chyler shivered. "Do you think about the same thing...?"
"If I can check..." she pointed at the cut "...then probably yeah."
"If you can stomach it..."
"Madeleine, if I couldn't, I would devastate all the fucking evidence we have simply by puking at them." She rolled her eyes and, without second guessing, she pushed her fingers through the cut. "Uh, yeah, there's a hole. Like, full pierce." She almost snorted, moving her fingers, looking for something. Toussaint tried not to feel nauseous at the moment, which was quite a difficult task. "Aha!" Callaghan pulled something out, keeping it between her fingers. Her voice and gaze was almost triumphant. Chyler felt queasy at once.
Aria stood up and approached both, her partner and the technician, opening the thing she pulled out of the victim's throat. They saw a piece of paper, crumpled and stained with blood, fluids and everything else, but one thing was unquestionable.
"Mon dieu." Toussaint swallowed hard, seeing the same symbol as Aria and Adaman saw during the autopsy some time ago.
"Never thought 'die-hard fan' can be taken literally." Callaghan stated, and then her companions glanced at her. The technician with disbelief, and Chyler without understanding and almost with anger. She shrugged, though, pulling out her pack of cigarettes, and then lit one of them up. "Don't look at me like that, you see with your own eyes. Hellblades for the win."
Then she rolled her eyes, waiting for the rest of the technicians to pack the body to the bag.
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