The harsh light that shined from the lamp glared into the suspects eyes. The lights of the interrogation room where completely off except for the single lamp that was on the metal desk.

The suspect sat in one chair and John sat across from him. The suspect was sweating heavily and looking around nervously while John sat completely calm. "Please just answer our questions and you'll be allowed to go sooner." John spoke calmly as I paced behind him. "L-look I...I swear I didn't do anything. P-please just let me go."

"Answer our questions first!" I said harshly and leaned on the table next to John. He calmly placed his hand on my shoulder and gave me a look that said to calm down. "We can't let you go till we get the answers we need sir. Please just cooperate." John said.

The suspect swallowed nervously and nodded his head, "I-I'll um answer them t-the best I can." I slammed my hand down on the table and leaned further across it. "The best you can isn't enough!" "Officer Smitty please-" John started but I interrupted. "Do you or do you not know de wey!?" I shouted and had to hold back my laughter as the suspect looked horribly confused.

"Officer Smitty contain yourself!" John said and tried tugging me back but I shook him off. "Answer the question!" The suspect was sweating harder now and his eyes where wide with shock and confusion. "I-I..." he trailed off.

Before I could shout again the door slammed open. "What the fuck are you two doing in here?!" Balker shouted as he stormed in, flicking on the lights again. "Clearly we're interrogating a suspect" John said and rolled his eyes. "And what exactly is he accused of doing?" Balker said with his ever present frown and a raised eyebrow. I struggled to fight down a smile as I spoke. "He's accused of knowing de wey sir."

Balker sighed in complete and utter disgust and turned towards the suspect. "Look, you're free to go. Those two are fucking dumb asses so don't even worry about it." The suspect got up and ran out of the room, relief was clear on his face. I shook my head, nobody appreciates good memes anymore.

"Come on you to idiots, there's been another murder and the boss wants you guys on the scene so you can block it off. Like you should do." Balker sneered and turned on his heel. "Everybody's a critic." John muttered as we headed out of the building and jumped in the rover. "I know right, can't even appreciate a sick meme." I said and smiled at him.

"Oh man, that dudes face though. He looked like he was about to have a heart attack." John recalled and I finally let out the laugh I've been holding. "And when Balker released him it looked like he was about to jizz in his pants." I said.

We where both laughing so hard we didn't even pay attention to the address till we arrived at a familiar store. The sign Ancient Beauty was illuminated but the flashing lights of multiple police cars and a single ambulance. "Holy shit.." John whispered and stared for a moment and then he was out of the car and jogging towards the entrance. I cursed and jumped out jogging in after him.

When I finally caught up to them he was in the second floor apartment arguing with Balker. "Why the hell are you up here!? You're supposed to be downstairs you fucking idiot!" Balker yelled. "Shut the fuck up you old cuck and let me through!" John yelled. Balker caught sight of me and turned to say something probably along the lines of 'control your fucking partner' but John used the slight space that appeared when he turned and slipped right through.

Balker shouted his name but when he realized it wouldn't work he moved to block me but I was already farting through. "Sorry Balker but I've got a partner to look after." I sneered and searched the appartement until I found John in Penelope's room. Penelope looked exactly the same as Annabella except she looked even more blue.

"Do you realize what this means?" John spoke, his voice was absolutely heartbreaking. "No, I don't." I said gently and slowly approached him. His head was bowed so I couldn't see his face but I saw a tear fall. "She's dead because she smelt that perfume. She said she smelt it and we didn't do anything about it." He clenched his fists by his side.

"John you can't blame us for her death, we where busy and-" "Smitty I don't blame us." He meet my eyes and I swallowed down a gasp. His eyes where shining with unshed tears and he was biting his lower lip so hard it was white. "It's my fault." "No John I-" "no it is. You're job was to comfort her and get her talking and mine was to catch any small details. I had one job smitt and I blew it. The one thing I had to do and I fucked it up so badly that she died." His voice wavered with anger at himself and my heart ached to see him like this.

John was always so positive it's hard to remember that he doesn't handle mistakes well. If something goes wrong in his eyes it's always his fault which can make investigating hard. That's the whole reason why we didn't become detectives. "I'm just as bad as the killer." His raw and broken voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

I made a sound deep in my throat and pulled him in for a hug. John clung to me despite my smaller size as he sobbed into my shoulder. I rubbed his back and made comforting noises until he had stopped crying. I then led him out of the building and back into the rover. "How about we head to your house for some movies?" I asked quietly.

John shrugged and stared out the window. He didn't have his legs on the dash like usual and he was stiff. I know for a fact right now his head is ripping him to shreds and he's going over all the possible outcomes of what could have happened if he had noticed.

I started the car and backed into the road. I wouldn't leave him till he was back to his meme loving goofball self and that meant a night of bad horror movies and lots of hugging and soothing words.