David: Want a coffee?Mature

The night shift. Probably the most boring shift in existence. No one to talk to. No action. Just me, a computer, and a lot of papers.

I typed away on my computer, and occasionally glanced over at my files. I sighed heavily about every five seconds, trying to keep up my bad mood. For whatever reason, portraying a bad mood keeps me in a good mood.

A thumping sound aroused my senses. 

Finally, someone to talk to.

I stood up and wiped my coat. Hoping it was Charlie, I glanced over at a mirror that hung over a cabinet nearby and made sure my hair was in check.

The sound of shattering glass made me jump, and I put my hand on my gun. What can I say? It's a reflex. I cautiously strode to the door and pushed it open lightly. "Hello?" I called.

Only my echoing voice replied.

I walked down the hallway and looked around. "Hello?" I called again.

No answer.

Suddenly, I heard the sounds of footsteps behind me. I spun around and put my hand on my gun. "Who's there?" I asked, anger biting my tongue. "I swear, if this is some sort of joke," I began.

I heard footsteps far down the hallway opposite of me. I grabbed my gun and pulled it out of its holster. "Whoever you are, I'd start talking right now, or I'm going to put a bullet through your head!" I yelled angrily as I dashed down the hallway. 

Footsteps were the only reply. I pursued the sounds, and they seemed to be getting louder. Than the creaking of a door stopped me in my tracks. My eyes were drawn to the front door. It was open and was slowly closing. I darted in between the crack and looked around.

It was raining.

Great.

I shielded my eyes with my hand and moved my eyes across the parking lot. Then I spotted a figure running towards a car. I ran towards it as fast as I could while yelling, "STOP!"

The figure turned and looked at me, then quickly threw open the car door and began to get in. Luckily, I was pretty much to it. I grabbed onto the figure and threw it onto the ground, slamming the door behind me. I pointed my gun at it and yelled, "Who are you?!"

The figure turned and looked at me in complete fear, not saying a word. It was a man. I grabbed him by the shirt collar and dragged him back to HQ. I entered my office and threw off my coat, which was soaking wet. I tossed the man into a chair and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. I hooked him up to a chair, then walked outside to see what this man had done.

Then I saw it. Attached to the front door of my office, was a little piece of paper. I expected to see some sort of poetry, and I very much wish it had been. Instead it was a picture. A picture of me, with a sword in my side, blood pouring out onto the floor. The signature at the bottom was the interesting part.

With love,

The Knight

I swelled up with anger then took the paper and slammed it on my desk. The man sitting here might be the Knight. I picked up a phone and dialed Charlie. I needed the team here. Quick.

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Alannah and Charlie showed up surprisingly quick. The man was already in the interrogation room, and I was ready to give this a guy some serious verbal abuse. Though, I knew it would be best if someone else handled him. Someone who didn't want to kill him. Randall would be my personal choice, too bad he didn't answer his phone.

Probably just wanted some extra shut-eye, that lazy boy.

Alannah approached me first, asking what happened. I waited till Charlie was present, and then I explained everything that had happened. I showed them the piece of paper briefly, but then reluctantly returned it to forensics. It's pointless, the Knight wouldn't sign it without gloves on. He's not that stupid.

Alannah, being the only person in a good mood at this point, volunteered to interrogate. I said yes, of course. The three of us walked to the interrogation room and glanced in through the window. Alannah gasped, but I ignored her. "That's him," I said. 

"That's...that's..." Alannah stuttered.

I rolled my eyes. "Calm down Alannah, you look like you're going to have a heart attack."

"That's Alfie!" she exclaimed.

I turned and looked in through the window.

"Alfie?" Charlie asked, raising an eyebrow.

Alannah pressed her face against the window and looked shocked, with a pinch of anger. "Her boyfriend," I said quietly.

Alannah looked like she was boiling. "So you're trying to tell me that Alfie works for the Knight?!" 

"No, I'm telling you that Alfie might be the Knight. It's unlikely, but it's possible."

"Maybe he was forced to do this..." Alannah began.

"No," I said.

"What do you mean 'no'?! You don't know everything!"

I frowned and then gave her a very serious glare. "You started dating Alfie, when?"

"Five years ago, but what does that have to do with-"

I sighed. "Alannah, don't you see?! That's exactly when the Knight began killing people! Alfie has been using you this whole time! He has access to the inside, and he can look through every file that you bring home when you aren't looking!"

"Alfie loves me!!" Alannah shrieked.

"No he doesn't," I said bluntly.

Alannah slapped me across the face, and I stumbled back. I put my hand on my cheek and moaned.

Charlie finally spoke up. "Alannah, look, this doesn't have anything to do with you. We're talking about a guy who's killed fourteen people. Whether or not he's your boyfriend, he's our top suspect now."

Alannah looked at the ground and began to cry softly. Tears of both sadness and anger dripped off of her cheeks. I put out my hand and patted her on the shoulder.

She pushed away my hand and stood tall. "That scumbag!" she yelled angrily, obviously using scumbag to cover up the word that she really wanted to use. She pushed me and Charlie out of the way and walked towards the door to the interrogation room.

"Alannah, do you really think you should be interrogating him?"

"Heck yes! He'll tell me every thing, even if I have to break every bone in his body first!" she yelled. She threw the door open and entered.

Just the way I like it, I thought with a smirk.

I glanced at Charlie and then back at Alannah who sat down at the table.

"You and I should probably go to my office...want a coffee?"

The End

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