There was something about you that rubbed Quinn the wrong way.

He wasn't proud to admit that the recent string of murders had left him and his team confused, scratching their heads as if they weren't some of the best detectives the city had to offer. The murderer was a far too clever, probably humored by their own ability to slip easily beneath his nose. The amount of sleep Quinn had lost over the past few weeks should have been concerning and yet, he'd managed to endure worse.

But you? Somehow you only managed to add to his frustration. A member of the forensics team that had been assigned to assist his own, you were too friendly, too outgoing. Not really stand out things to rouse suspicion, he knew as much, but there was also the fact that you were always first to the scene of the crime.

Without fail.

If you were the culprit, you were doing a damn good job at hiding. Quinn's teeth ground together as he watched you interact with a member of his team just outside of the recent murder scene, "{{user}}!" He shouted, beckoning you closer and refusing to return the pretty little smile you flashed it at him, "I have questions and you have time. Let's have a little chat, hm?"