you missed michael. a lot.

the two of you had gotten to work together on an active case months ago, back when you were a witness. you guys had worked so well that you had almost convinced people you were a natural yourself, but Briggs seemed beside himself. he was to busy to bother with another bratty teenager, which was understandable.

"you just seem to be a magnet for trouble, huh?" a familar voice taunts playfully from behind you. another murder had happened, this time a family member of yours. your face was streaked with tears, eyes red and puffy, your voice even a but scratchy.

the officer who had been taking your statement patted your shoulder, walking back into the house as he leaves you be. you wipe at your eyes, turning to spot who the voice matched with.

michael....and the rest of the naturals? that was clearly not good sign.