The Case of The Criminal

The Death of Rosa Wolf

A/N: I do not own Criminal Case or anyone its characters, only the OCs in this story are mine. Have fun reading!

Rookie Detective Abbie Murphy watched herself in the mirror as she tightened the straps of her kevlar vest. She wore simple clothes consisting of a red t-shirt, black boot-cut pants and dark gray running shoes. She had her gun holstered on her belt and badge attached to her other side. She wore no jewelry except for small silver star stud earrings in both ears.

She played with her long midnight black hair and settled on leaving it down with the long bangs hanging in front of her face. Her copper eyes watched the reflection of the young friendly-faced woman with cool, espresso-coloured skin. She squared her shoulders and stood up to her full height of five feet, eight inches tall.

She left her room and grabbed her lunch from the kitchen and made her way to her motorcycle grabbing her helmet and keys in the cubby hole in the wall by the front door. She locked the door of her small farmhouse and hooped down her steps to the driveway way and placed her lunch box in the bike's storage bag before swinging her leg over and slipping her helmet on. She started the engine of her black and blue motorcycle and pulled out and onto the road.

After a short, 15 minute drive she pulled into the parking lot of the Grimsborough PD and shut her bike off and grabbed her stuff before making her way to her new desk. She reached the top floor and stepped out of the elevator and into the wide work area.

It had brown and green walls and a gray carpeted floor with four desks, two lining each of the sidewalls of the room, a large screen was on the far wall, and a small kitchenette and couches in the corner away from the rest. No one else was in the room so Abbie put her lunch in the fridge and helmet on top of what was her new desk.

"You must be my new partner," a voice behind her said. She jumped and whipped around to face a thirty-something-year-old man with slicked-up brown hair, blue eyes and pale skin. He wore a blue dress shirt with his gun holster straps visible across his chest with the gun at his side, black pants and brown shoes.

"Ah-Hi, I'm Abbie Murphy, nice to meet you," she stuck her hand out. He just smirked and shook her hand.

"Detective David Jones, but just call me Jones, everyone does," he smiled, "don't worry about handshakes, barley anyone does around here."

"I'll try and remember that," she replied.

"Alright," Jones grinned then turned serious, "well you're getting thrown into this quickly, a young woman was found dead at the entrance of tow, we need to go canvas the crime scene for clues. I'll drive."

Jones led out to the parking lot where his squad car was kept and they climbed into the front seats. He flipped on the lights and sirens as he speeded off to the crime screen. They reached it and got out of the car and ducked under the yellow tape and walked to the scene.

"I'll talk to the other officers to see if we have any suspects, you look for anything that seems suspicious," Jones said walking away.

Abbie made her way to the body and stood back as the coroner loaded it into the black body bag. The girl was dressed in a cheerleader uniform with her blonde hair falling around her shoulder and face. She had a deep gash to her neck and was covered in blood. Abbie took a deep breath at seeing such a young person's life ending much too soon and in such an unfair way.

A flicker of light caught her eye and she looked a few feet from the body and spotted a bloody knife. She slipped on some gloves and picked it up. It was dripping in blood which she bet her paycheck was the victim's. She slipped it into an evidence bag and handed it over to the coroner before he drove away in his van.