Harry POV

"Ok, so I matched the finger print, but strangely it didn't belong to the suspect, it belonged to the victim." 

Louis nods, "Right, well we did find traces of gun powder on the vic's hand so she could have struggled to the ground-" 

I interrupt him mid sentence, with a more efficient explanation, "Actually, there are signs of our vic being held down to the floor-" My brows furrow in confusion, "But if she was held down, and with the signs of struggle, the punch on her left cheek, and bruised wrists, how could she pick up the gun without the suspect seeing? I mean he was hovering over her, right?"

Agent Tomlinson looks up with a look as if he just discovered something, "That's it, she was held down, but only so the suspect could tie her wrists and ankles together."

He walks around the crime lab table to the microscope used ton determine the bacterias, chemicals, and fibers.

Louis sets a strand, seeming to be some sort of fiber, under the microscope and he looks through.

"Take a look.", Agent Tomlinson smirks.

I step over to the microscope and take a look. "You're right, these are rope mineral chemicals."

Louis hums and looks over at me, "Exactly, so what could've happened is-" He stops mid sentence and walks towards me and winks, brushing past  over to the other side of the room. He gets out a banana and puts it on the ground and walks in front of the crime lab table, facing away from me. 

"Ok, so lay on the ground and put your hands and ankles together, and move over near the banana and pick it up."

I nod and get on the floor, doing as Louis said and hobbled on my back over to the banana and attempt to pick it up with my "tied" hands and point it at Louis, and boom.

"See so she would have a perfect chance of shooting our suspect, and from the gun residue on the vic's hand suggests that she did shoot the suspect. What we don't know is where. If it wasn't in any severe areas of the body then he would still be able to finish his buisness and get out of there, simple." Louis explains.

"Well, did you find any bullets when you went back to the apartment?" I ask hopefully.

He shakes his head, "Looks like we're going back to the vic's apartment then. We need to find that bullet."

~

"Come on, Styles. You deserve to celebrate. I mean you literally saved the whole case, as well as putting your life at risk by trying to catch that killer!" Louis drops his head down and shuts his eyes tightly and looks back up at me, boring his eyes into mine. "Seriously though mate, you saved a lot of people and you didn't get hurt." He sighs and then continues, "I'm glad... that you didn't get hurt.... or else I wouldn't be able to live with myself. Harry, you know you mean a lot to me." 

A sudden ache starts in my chest and it feels as if I'm being punched and stabbed at the same time. I can't believe what I'm hearing. It hurts and relieves me. Louis and I are pretty close, not only in work, but socially too.

We hang out when we have days off, or sometimes even after work. And over the years, I've developed a certain yearn for him. His touch, kiss, love, everything he provides.

I need him. Louis may be my co worker, partner in crime, and bestfriend... but somewhere behind all of that, my feelings for him are deeper. 

He is the most exquisite lad I've ever had the pleasure of meeting, working with, and spending time with. 

He knows almost everything about me, as I him. And-

"Harry, mate? You alright?", a look of concern appears on his face and I inhale a deep breath, noticing a wet feeling in my eyes and on me cheeks.

I whipe my eyes and blink a few times before looking back at Louis and smiling, "Yeah, I'm fine."

The look of concern remains on his face and I start another topic, seeming as if I forgot what we had earlier talked about, when really that's what I'd been thinking of the whole time.

I admired the way his laugh lines would appear when he smiled or when he laughed how his nose would scrunch up and how he would fiddle with his fingers while talking and the beautiful colors that would complete his eyes.

It may seem like I have trouble working around him and get distracted a lot, but in reality, I don't. 

My work comes before anyone, and I take it seriously. At my young age, I'm lucky enough to have this kind of job.

I just happen to be one of those extremely qualified young adults able to start an early career, same with Louis. 

Before we started working together, we didn't know eachother existed... and now, we're like brothers, best friends...... and maybe one day we could be more?

~

After a few hours of chatting with Louis at the bar downtown, near the London Police Department, we  decided to call it a night and went our separate ways.

When I got to my flat, I checked the time seeing it was 1:30 am, so I got undressed, took a quick hot shower, put on a pair of sweats, brushed my teeth and headed off to bed, only to be awaken again by my phone buzzing.

"Mhhmmm" ,I groaned and squinted my eyes, reaching my arm out, trying to grab my phone, unaware that I was just grabbing air.

I finally opened my eyes and looked over at the stand by my bed to see my phone lit up. I grabbed it and slid the unlock pad.

1 Message: From Unknown

My brows furrowed and I clicked the message. 

Why and how did some random person get my number? 

From: Unknown

We have him.

What the hell? Have who?

I shrug and decide it's probably a prank texter or something trying to scare the shit out of me.

I put my phone back on my night stand and lay back down, almost automatically falling back asleep, only to be awaken by another buzz.

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A/N: Ok so this is chapter one! Hope you like it, the crime and mystery is soon to come and I must say the start is pretty reasonable.

 Who do you think "Unknown" has?

Also, I am going to try and update this one more frequently as well as HMHIYH and Won't Surrender... I may be lying, i don't know...... depends how I feel. 

But anyways, if you like this chapter, like or comment. Only postive comments please!

Thank you and enjoy!