Treasure [Klance/Leith]

10

When people think about families, their first thought might be one of those over the top cliché american households where everyone is so perfect and content with their living standards. But in reality, a family is a group of people who care deeply about one another whether they're blood related or not; they would sacrifice their life for one another.

Those happy families on TV shows were sickening with their fake smiles and laughs as the father worked as a business man and the mother was some sort of stay at home caretaker for their young. The same old boring laugh tracks would play in the background whenever they wanted the audience to know when something was supposed to be funny. Just the thought of it was sickening, the reality that Keith face everyday during his job could never be broadcasted onto television because of how real it was. There was no such thing as a happy family, they try to be happy but there's always arguing and sometimes abuse.

As the rain thundered on the roof of his speeding car, Keith kept checking his phone in urgency, waiting for the call from his partner about the witness that had seen the killer leave the property. Lance was driving the car through the streets, the siren blaring making cars move out of their way as if they were Moses parting the red sea. In this reality, getting calls about families meant nothing more than a tragedy to Keith, he wished that sometimes the world could be perfect and that he would never have a call about killings but deep down he understood that such things like world peace and love were impossible as humans. Humans, they're the most intelligent beings on earth and yet the most destructive beings. Religion, sin, hatred, morals; all those caused crime, hate and death and people cry for peace but none of them are willing to actually take actions to create it.

Keith glanced over at Lance as he turned the wheel of the car roughly to take a turn down Coffee Street, they were only about seven blocks from the crime scene and yet Keith could already feel the gloominess of deaths hands hanging over the pair as they got closer to it with each second. Death laughed at Keith as he stood behind him whispering his sweet words of discouragement into his ears, 'there's no way you're going to solve this case before the next family dies, there's no evidence to help you find them.' Keith gripped his phone tightly in his hand as he frowned deeply at the thought. He knew that it was only a thought but it felt so real to him; as if it were the truth being given to him personally on a silver platter.

"Keith," Lance glanced over at him before he focused his blue gaze back onto the dark streets in order to avoid any ice patches the car might slide on. "If you guys have a witness it means you're getting closer to the killer right?"

"No, it only means we have a witness Lance." Keith placed his hand onto his dashboard slowly, feeling frustration beginning to build up inside of him. He had been treating this case as if it were like any other, like he could easily crack it and find the answer. But he was dead wrong about that and it cost a family their lives. "They probably didn't even see the killers fucking face." Keith growled as he gritted his teeth trying to hold back his rage.