It was all so impulsive. It all started with a stupid stupid grudge on someone. They'd simply been causing problem to the 118. That was all. Then it became a car ride. You and Buck had followed them back in his truck after they left the station. And then it became stalking. Watching. The other step was the calls, the deep voice of the box that Buck used, frightening the person. And then it finally became killing.

You and Buck had done it expertly, you had gotten back to his truck with nobody noticing. The two of you had fled to Buck's apartment. A shower was shared, giggling and hums surrounded. Blood covered the drain, wall and your clothes that lay in a pile on the floor.

But oh god it kept happening. The calls became regular. The blood stained clothes, the odd sense of bliss. The kissing and the smearing of blood on your faces.

The people weren't random, just other people you both believed deserved it. You went after people that had hurt you both as teenagers, people that annoyed you. A lot of people.

The amount of clothes covered in blood now was insane.

It was odd, the clingyness afterwards. The fact that sometimes it did freak you out a little bit. The blood was sometimes a lot to deal with. So afterwards you both spent a lot of time with eachother, hugging, kissing and whatnot.

That brought you to the current night, sitting on the bathroom floor together of the man that had hate crimed you. Blood splattered clothes, the man had been strategically left in his garage. So you both sat together in the bathroom. An odd sense of love between you two as you giggled, kissed, hugged. The fact that you did this together. What a couples activity, right?