Don't Play With Dolls (BTS and VIXX)

Nine- First Moves

| Wednesday September 9, 2015 |

(Prane's POV)

I sighed leaning back in my chair at my desk. "I swear I'm going to be driven insane before this case finishes. Nothing makes sense," I grumbled to Farouk, sorting through my papers.

"It does, you're just not putting it together the right way."

I ignored him. "If only we knew who the next victim was. If I could get my hands on a live candidate, and analyze them maybe I could find a connection. Find answers. Uncover other mysteries."

Two weeks had passed since the incident at the night club. Since then we've collected five other bodies.

Jae says they've been happening more frequently. And lately Farouk has convinced me it's the criminal's way of playing with me.

The blood results have been confirmed and the blood doesn't match to any other type. It's a completely new type of its own. The scientists have named it type GAc. There are inhumane characteristics to it that the lab techs discovered. The blood is also very glittery, almost like the red-gold dust, and it is also very acidic.

The team has been working on the drug and toxin aspect of the case all week. We've taken blood samples from each of the victims to test again and see if they show any signs of this new forming blood but all have come back negative.

The dust has still been irritatingly uncollectible and the small sample we got from Kim-Hyeon's apartment is still unidentifiable.

"If that's what you feel would help," Farouk had a teasing look on his face. He knew I hated to lose. That I hated to be taunted like this.

I needed this lead. I needed something. Everything so far has been nothing but dead ends. The complexity of this case irritated me.

I leaned in staring at Farouk. "I want a deal."

His eyes shot up at my words. He looked at me for a long time before a smile grew to his face and his eyes narrowed. "You do now?" He was silent for a long time. "After all these years. I've watched you grow, and I've taught you. And it's taken you this long to say those four words." His smile grew even bigger exposing all of his teeth. "What kind of deal are you proposing?"

"Tell me who the next victim is. Where and when it's going to happen. In return you can have whatever you want." I threw my hands up in frustration.

He laid back and continued to stare at me deep in thought. "Is that so?"

I nodded at him.

He laughed and glared out the window. "I wondered how long it would take for you to break. I told you there were things you are yet unable to handle, Low. I'm always right, aren't I?"

I leaned back in defeat. He knew I'd tried so hard to prove him wrong. But how could I prove the truth wrong? "Yes, you always have been," I spoke quietly.

He stood from the sofa and walked over to my desk. He placed his hands flat on the desk top and leaned down. His bangs fell halfway over his eyes. "You don't really have anything interesting I want. I already have everything..." He looked at me with a careful gaze. "So I'll ask that once a week for the next month, you have to bake me a cherry pie. Like your mother used to make. My stomach has been fighting me for one lately. And whenever I ask in the future. No arguments or "I'm busy's."

I looked to him with apprehension. "That's it?"

He nodded. He knew I was desperate, but to play with me like this wasn't amusing.