”DETECTIVE chloe decker?” head peeking into the unfamiliar but not unusual office, essentially inhabiting a police station all his life. “nice office.” latch of the door shutting ever so quietly, standing facing her as his eyes survey the room. a trick that had taken him SEVERAL years to master. “your charming partner who literally looks like he should be the suspect in the case you’re working, directed me to you. stiles stilinski, by the way.” pulling his bag open and producing a file of the murders and placing it upon her desk. opening it with ease for her to peruse. entirely aware of how insane he appears upon a first impression. “so i was watching the news and something seemed - off. i don’t know, missing. so i watched back the footage and -” he presents the images of the bodies with no explanation of how he attained such material. “i don’t think these murders were committed by anything - HUMAN. you can’t seriously tell me you’ve seen a human being tear through bodies LIKE THAT. so it’s either a feral something or a very, very angry robot that is trying to prove it’s superiority to the human race. think the new ‘kong’ movie but with robots.” – @charmrepulsed
not her office. dan’s, in fact, which could easily be another bone of contention between them : that despite sharing the same rank, he’s in here while she’s still driving a desk in the bullpen with everyone else. she’s sifting through paperwork & microfiche, only half - listening until the boy plants a case file directly in front of her. a response begins as she looks up, halts abruptly the second she sees what he’s presenting.
‘ yeah, i can’t discuss an ongoing investiga — ’
HER investigation. in a manila stamped with the LAPD’s logo, no less. feral somethings & angry robots are the least of her concerns right now.
‘ uh — how did you get these ? these are crime scene photos of murder victims. you’d better have one hell of an explanation, kid. ’