[ WP ] Another murder case where once again all evidence points to the squirrels .

It was three in the morning when you got the call. It was n't unusual for you to wake up to the sound of Niykee Heaton's Bad Intentions, especially this late at night - crime did n't have a bedtime so neither did you. 
 
 `` Jones.'' You grumble into your phone. 
 
 `` Hey, it's Mike.'' A flat voice sullenly replies. 
 
 `` Obviously, what's up?'' You retort, sitting up in bed. You hold your phone to your ear with your shoulder and rub your eyes. 
 
 `` We got a murder up on fifth street, so far it looks like all the others.'' Mike informs you. 
 
 `` I'll be there in ten.'' You tell him shortly, quickly hanging up the phone. 
 
 You get up and stretch. You want a shower, but there's no time so you'll just spray yourself with dry shampoo on the way there, it'll have to do. You throw on some clean clothes from your closet, all pressed and ironed though you know that at the end of the day it'll be wrinkled and have a few stains ( more then likely blood though maybe just coffee if you're lucky ). You grab the car keys off the counter and you're on your way. 
 
 Thankfully or not ( it depends on the outlook ), you live quite close to the murder site so you barely have enough time to spray your hair and pit it up before you see the flashing lights. You park on the side of the road and hurry to find Mike. 
 
 He's standing next to the police tape, smoking a cigarette. There are other officers milling about, probably looking for any stray evidence. You stroll up to Mike and try to not notice how handsome he looks this early in the morning - it's quite hard to do. He towers over your 5'4 frame easily at his 6'2 height. His hair is brushed back and looks like he just got out of the shower, which makes you question your decision to skip it. Too late now. 
 
 `` You look awful.'' He tells you as he takes another long pull of his cigarette, probably menthol - his favorite. 
 
 `` You just know what to say to a girl.'' You reply sarcastically, only a little put out. He chuckles and looks away. 
 
 `` Are you going to show me the site?'' You ask impatiently. 
 
 Mike drops his cigarette and puts it out with his shoe. He lifts the tape and beckons you to go under it. You do and end up following him behind an old ice cream store. You already see the small splashes of dried blood covering the concrete leading up to the dumpster and you smell the familiar scent of a recently dead body. Shit, it smells like shit. Mike points next to the fence where a white sheet is obviously covering a body. 
 
 Just like all the others murder scenes, there are little strands of dark fur scattered near the body. You know from previous cases that the victim will have a couple in their hands like they were trying to pull off their attacker. 
 
 `` It's a female this time. She was also on the committee that the others were. Her name is Leah Matthews, only 26 with a family at home.'' Mike says with disgust. 
 
 You put on some gloves that an officer hands you and you lift up the sheet. You have to take a step back, her body is beyond mauled. She barely has any skin intact on her and her face is stuck in a terrified pose leaving no doubt that in her last moments that she was scared and in terrible pain. You get back down and inspect the gaping holes in her body and confirm what you already know. These are all small bites of multiple creatures. You continue tour inspection, but you conclude that this is the same killer or killers from the previous murders. 
 
 `` Did they leave a message again?'' You ask Mike when you get up and discard your gloves. 
 
 `` Yep, another pile of nuts next to the body.'' Mike answers. You nod your head, not surprised. 
 
 `` Take the body to Leslie. Maybe she'll find something new.'' You tell the officer that gave you gloves. He nods and runs off. You leave the site and Mike follows you. 
 
 `` Going home?'' Mike asks you. You nod, all your files are at the house still and you really do n't want to run into the Chief - he'll want answers or theories and he wo n't like what you and Mike have so far - at all. 
 
 `` I'll pick up some coffee and meet you there.'' Mike tells you, placing a hand on your shoulder before heading to his car. 
 
 You head home in silence, though your mind keeps turning. The victim was also on the committee like the others, the last one too. You had interviewed her when the murders started, and before you got the call - she was one of the suspects or well the only one you had. To be fair, you did n't have any evidence to prove that she was the killer so your department put her in protective custody and had her under surveillance though after a day she called it all off. You wonder if things would've turned out differently if you had pushed her to stay. 
 
 You arrive home. You lock your car and enter your home. You turn on the lights and make things presentable for Mike. There are piles of papers on your coffee table so you straighten them up, knowing Mike.and you will scatter them when you go through them. As you finish cleaning, you hear a knock on the door. Time to get to work. 
 
 It's officially ten in the morning and you're tired of looking at pictures of the crime scenes. They're going to haunt your dreams, you just know it. Mike was already brewing another cup of coffee in the kitchen, his tenth? You're not sure. 
 
 `` All the victims died the same way.'' Mike states. 
 
 `` They were all on the same committee.'' You reply. 
 
 `` They all died at night.'' He says, scratching his head. 
 
 `` They were all in locations out of sight.'' You add on. 
 
 `` All the reports lead to an animal attack.'' Mike responds. 
 
 `` The hair is of a Tamiasciurus Hudsonicus.'' You tiredly respond. 
 
 `` A bloody ducking squirrel. Here's a bloody theory! The squirrels were pissed that Leah and her committee members tore down their fucking forest and decided to murder them, sounds about right - hmm?'' Mike blows up, throwing his hands in the air. 
 
 `` There's no evidence of human involvement. We're going to be the laughingstock of the department.'' You retort. 
 
 Mike huffs and sits next to you. You lean againstb him, exhausted. Like all the previous times, the evidence led to no where but to the stupid fucking squirrels. Even the messages left pointed to fucking squirrels! 
 
 Mike pulls you close and kisses your forehead. You look up at Mike. This too will repeat itself as your eyes lock with his and you end up kissing him. A simple kiss turns into an angry, hungry sort of thing. You guys ca n't solve this case, but you can get rid of the stress. With every kiss, your body relaxes and forgets about what's going on, all you can focus is on the here and now. The way he touches you, how easy it is to take his clothes off, how your clothes are gone and then all that remains is skin and how it feels against his. 
 
 You wake up in the middle of the night. You roll off the bed and head to the kitchen for some coffee, Mike will want some when he wakes up. While it's brewing you look out the window to stare at your oak tree, but your eye catches something else. On your window stands a small splat of blood. As you move to look at it closer, you see that it's a small bloody pawprint. 
 

