April showers bring May Murders.

Chapter One

The red headed detective stared at the phone on her desk, waiting for it to ring. She heaved out a long sigh. Apparently, murderers weren't active on this hot day, but then again, neither was anyone else. All homicide detectives were just sitting around the station, waiting for something to happen.

Carrie glanced out the picture window of which her desk was positioned to face, and again let out an even longer sigh.

"Something wrong, detective?"  Her partner Ryder asked, a twinkle in his crystal blue eye as he walked over, sitting on her desk.

"There's nothing to do...." She whined softly.

" You don't usually whine.. or not yell at me when i sit on your desk..Don't you got some paperwork to do or somethin?" He chuckled quietly. She looked up at his prematurely aged face with a flat expression. "No. I did it all. and, get your ass of my desk." She said bluntly.

"Okay, Okay!" He raised his hands in a surrender position and limped off, beginning to talk to a young, pretty trainee over in the corner. She ran a hand through her tousled mess of curls with a small, hidden smile. That was Ryder for you. Always calm and laid back, but such a ladies man.

Forgotten about, her desk phone suddenly rang. She picked up the phone with a grim expression. Once talking to the dispatcher, she hung up and announced, "Alright, everybody. We've got a body."

Once at the scene of the crime, Carrie stepped out of her dispatch car, sliding her sunglasses on. Her black heels clicked against the sweltering pavement as she walked to where there was police tape and a large crowd surrounding the sectioned off area.  "Detective Washington, could i have a picture of you?" A well-tanned male asked, holding a pen and a camera. "Journalist?" She asked. "Yes ma'am." He replied. "Fine, just one." She said flatly. She quickly posed and when done, walked away.

"Police! move out of the way!"

The crowd instantly parted for her and she ducked under the tape, walking to Ryder. "Do we have the victim's ID yet?" She asked smoothly.

"Justin Cameron, 39, major business- wait, you probably knew that. His face is over every damn billboard in the city." Ryder spoke roughly, rubbing his hand over the stubble that coated his chiseled chin.

wait.. Why was Carrie looking at that? She mentally slapped herself. "Yeah, i do...my half brother, 'member?" She asked, rather quiet after finding out the identity. She and her half brother hadn't really been in contact.

Since her mother died and her father remarried, it had been pure hatred from the day the two met. The last time she saw him in person was at her Father's funeral. The two hadn't spoken a word to each other, the mood dark and somber. All the death from unnatural causes that followed Carrie's family was really quite ironic, seeing as she was a homicide detective. Her mother was hit by a drunk driver and her father was burnt to death three years ago when a crazy pyromaniac targeted her house. The police had never found the person, and to this day it was a constant reminder of how she failed as a detective. 

She nudged his body with her toe, no emotion leaking through. "Hey.. you okay?" Ryder asked softly, knowing how she could get when she was silent. "Yeah, I'm fine." Many years of seeing bodies and going to funerals had hardened her into a brittle shell of a woman.

She remained very professional, despite the waves of pain, sadness, and grief that knotted in her stomach. "Just... tell the new med examiner to get it on the stretcher and down to the morgue." She said grimly, lips pursed in a thin line. "You sure, darlin?" He asked tenderly, reaching a hand out and pushing firmly on her jaw until her head was forced to look at him. "Don't ever call me that." She growled. "Alright, alright." He drawled in his thick accent, releasing her and putting his hands in a surrender position. She nodded and went to talk to a few wide eyed spectators in the corner.