Kate hated cases like this. All kinds of fetishes and phobias, experimenting on helpless and innocent victims. The state of the bodies made her nauseous. She just wanted to go home to you and her niece, that's basically like your child.

She took a nap on the way back home on the jet, even though the pictures of the deformed and mutilated bodies stayed engraved into her head, to gain some energy for when her family saw her.

Her key turned in the lock and she walked in. The familiar tempting smell of chicken and pasta filled her nose, but what was more tempting was you on the couch, waiting for her with a fuzzy blanket. She couldn't resist.

She immediately kicked her shoes off and walked over, cuddling into your chest without another word.