The dress shirt was quickly put on, and the sleeves were promptly rolled up to the elbows. In truth, the kiss had made Harper a little giddy, but it had apparently had a favourable impact on the headache. She wasn't the type to go doe eyed over a guy, and she passed off the fuzzy feeling in her stomach as over zealous alcohol consumption. 

The blonde finally stood up and stretched a little, before finishing off the the buttons. Or atleast attempting to. Her torso was still slightly visible with it's black leopard print tattoo that wound up the lefthand side. That's what you got for dating a tattoo artist when you were eighteen, but hell, she loved it. It was a part of her now.

"I'm surprised that you have a coffee maker. You hate coffee." As Devin wandered back in, she looked up from her buttoning, "Most people would think it was awesome to live above Starbucks.. Well, I love their muffins, actually. But their coffee is bitter. You got any hot chocolate?"

A perplexed expression crossed her features, "Like seriously, I can solve a damn murder, but I apparently can't button a shirt properly. Where have I gone wrong?" She pulled the material away from her body to get a better look, "Can you see where I'm wonky.."

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Meanwhile, back at the Station, Captain Scott was pacing around his office. It wasn't good news. Their victim from the previous day, didn't appear to be a one off. This time, a woman in her mid-thirties had shown up. Unlike the male, the woman had met a slightly more brutal and bloody end. However, she had been left in exactly the same place, and exactly the same position.

With a shake of his head, the fifty-something Captain looked out of his window at the view of the City below. Cellphone to ear, he ran the palm of his hand down over his face. This was not going to be good. A serial killer was a very real possibility, and there would be a media frenzy. 

[I]Damn paparazzi.[/i]

Eventually, the recipient picked up. "Johnson, I need you in here as soon as possible.. Shits hit the fan, and it's not going to be good. We have another victim. I can't get hold of Devin, can you grab him enroute? Cheers." And that was that, the call ended with Detective Johnson making a mental note to stop at home and change on the way.