After Work

We got out of the lab and back to the station, and it was only when we had gotten in our office when I told Sam about my discoveries.

"Wait, so you're tellin' me, that Charlotte Beckman was that emo girl that led us out... that's nuts!" He exclaimed.

"Out of everything I just told you, t͟͟h͟͟a͟͟t͟͟'s͟͟ , what you are confused on? Gosh, you're more of a lost case than I thought!" I put a hand to my forehead, exasperated and tired. "You know what, let's just get the report going." I sighed and sat down.

We finished up quickly, and I was soon on my way home. I pulled into the apartment parking lot, fished my apartment keys out of the cup holder and got out. I quickly walked to the door got buzzed in by my boyfriend, I couldn't be bothered to carry a door key, and faster still to my up apartment. I unlocked the door, and immediately knew something was wrong. I stepped into the apartment and sniffed the air the smell of charred meat was evident, as was the scent of smoke and charred wood. I stepped in the hallway and saw the smoke detector on the floor with the batteries out. I called out,

"Aaron, hey, Aaron Winters. Oi, where are you?" I yelled a bit more and heard a rustling in the bedroom. I whipped around to face the sound and saw my boyfriend's legs sticking out of the bed. I took out my gun and cocked it, finger on the trigger, I edged into the room and called his name again. He stiffened and slowly began to inch further under the bed. I realized what he was up to and put bu gun back, then I loudly announced,

"Well no one's in here, I'll check out the kitchen next." I turned around to leave the room. And he shot out from under the bed and grabbed my waist.

"Oi, hey Solstice, long time no see, don't you want to say hi to your poor lonely boyfriend," he whimpered hastily. His blue and green eyes played the ,poor me, look perfectly.

"Boi, I just saw you this morning, and I thought you were wearing your contacts today." Aaron has heterochromia, his left eye is dark green and his right is bright blue. He often wears coloured contacts to make them match. "Or did you loose them?" I questioned.

"Nope, nope I have them, but they itch. And you like my eyes right?" He hurried to correct me. At 27 he's just one year older than me, but sometimes he thinks like a five year old. I laughed then brought up the kitchen again,

"Now the important questions did you try and cook some food today?" His sheepish look was answer enough, I sighed and pinched his cheeks, "Aaron Winters, I'ma kill you one day!" I released him after a few seconds, smiling because he always amused me. "Let's go clean that mess up."

I immediately regretted coming into the kitchen, it was more of a mess than when Aaron usually cooks, but then again I'm usually home when he does. There were pots and pans in the sink half cleaned with food burned on. The stove I had carefully cleaned the night before had grease stains and bits of food everywhere. And the pungent smell of burnt meat was so strong it gave my headache a new depth.

"Well"I sighed "let's get cleaning"