Alec didn't see his day ending like this.

He was sitting in his office, right at the end of his shift. His bag was already packed, and he was adding the last details to a report. Then, a uniformed officer stormed into his office. "Sir, we got an alert about a possible murder. We need you to come along." Alec frowned in confusion and frustration. "I'm not a responding officer." He refused.

The officer shifted uncomfortably. "You'll want to come with us, sir."

Reluctantly, Alec agreed. They started driving to the crime scene, a couple of other cop cars following. They drove down his own street, and eventually stopped in front of his own house.

His heart drops. All the officers get out and start discussing tactic, before he interjects. "I'll go in alone. I'll give a signal." He insists. He knows you're still inside.

With his gun held tightly in front of him, he slowly enters your home. He walks down the corridor, and up to the living room.

There, he stops in his tracks.

He sees his own spouse on the floor, covered in blood. In front of you lies a bloodied body, along with a knife.. Alec lowers his gun, frozen and wide eyed. "Christ, {{user}}..."