Crime Scene {Mike/Open}

[guinevere]

Guinevere stretched her arms back as she surveyed the beach, wishing she wasn't there on business and could enjoy the warm sun and the cool water. There was an attack out on the beach that Lily thought looked like a witch attack. Lily had been studying up a lot since Everette had spilled to her that Gwen was a witch, and that he was, in a way, one too. She sighed as she let her arms fall down, and she walked through the shifting sands towards where she could see the crime scene tape.

There wasn't anyone out there right now, but even if there was she had a PI license, thanks to Lily pulling some strings for her. Once Gwen started to get her memories back, she started to realize she had a knack for figuring things out with her magic. She still couldn't remember who she used to be, but it didn't bother her as much as it used to.

Gwen reached the spot marked off with crime scene tape, and slipped under the bright yellow plastic. She could see the blood splattered across the rocks where the sand dropped away onto a rocky shore. She lifted a hand, motioning towards the blood, and for a few moments she could see the body that had lain there before the cops had taken him away to do an autopsy.

"Dear god," she muttered, feeling sick. There was a scorch mark in the center of his chest, and blood had sprayed out of the back onto the ground. She frowned as she walked around to the feet of the fake corpse, and could see where he had been struck from. "You poor bastard," She muttered as she knelt down to study it from another angle. Gwen was so focused that she didn't hear the footsteps heading down the beach towards where she knelt, staring at her vision of the dead man.

[mike jeremy corbett]

OOC
For Mike's timline, this is about a day or so after the "Stronger" thread.

IC
Mike parked the car on the beach and walked up to the crime scene. Okay, what do we have here? he wondered. He walked up and then ducked underneath the tape into the crime scene. He needed another look at the scene. There was just---there was something off about it. There had been so much blood on the guy, and his chest had been scorched, as if someone had zapped him with lightning. It had been some kind of attack. A bad one. But what would warrant such an attack? Since I couldn't find anything on the surface, it must have something to do with his private life, he mused. And unlike some of his other colleagues, he wasn't so convinced that it was drugs. To his surprise, a woman with chestnut-blonde hair was already there.
"You better not be messing up my crime scene," he stated a bit gruffly. It had taken some time for him to convince the captain to let him take a private look and the last thing he wanted was to be reprimanded for breaking protocol. He looked around at the scene, taking in the blood that the CSIs hadn't been able to clean up. Mike's eyes clouded worriedly.
"I'm lost here. This isn't making any sense. I mean, I ran a thorough check on this guy and he's clean. I mean, he doesn't have any addictions that I found: gambling, drugs, alcohol. The only thing I can figure is---" Mike caught himself before he let his suspicions out. He didn't want to tip her off in case she had something to do with whatever happened. As he stared thoughtfully at the scene, his fingers absently touched his protective bracelet. On it were different symbols that would protect him from different creatures.
"Seriously, what the hell is going on here?" he asked worriedly.

[guinevere]

Gwen forced herself not to jolt, but she was glad that the image had faded before the man showed up. She lifted her head to look at him, then slowly stood, reaching into her back pocket for her ID. She walked to him, handing it to him without saying anything.

"I know how to act at a crime scene," She said finally as she looked down at the spatters of blood again. She lifted her face to look up at who she presumed to be the detective on this case. "I work for Lily Collins, the P.I. She asked me to come out here to check this out. She was... busy." Gwen shrugged a little. "Apparently a friend in the force gave her a call, wanted her to check this spot out. She thinks it links up to another homicide that she was hired to investigate by the family of the deceased."

Guinevere was surprised at her cool. She had worried that if someone had come out here, that she'd be a rambling mess and she'd be hauled into the cop station for questioning until Lily came to rescue her.

Gwen glanced at the detective from the corner of her eye as he said how he couldn't find anything on the dead man. "Yeah, Lily couldn't find anything on him either," She said, ignoring the fact that he had cut off and asked what was going on. She did notice, though, the bracelet with symbols on it. She recognized those symbols from some studying she'd been doing. It was a bracelet of protection. She nearly jolted, though she kept her reaction under control.

"So we have one dead guy from last week who was as sketchy as they come, a drug dealer, gambler, user of his own drugs, and killed with what looks like a lightning bolt to the chest. Now, we have a guy who looks squeaky clean, and died the same way. How are they connected?"

What Gwen wasn't saying, was that both of them were shot with some sort of magical attack, and that both of them had been witches when they were alive. She wasn't about to tell a human cop that though, even if he did have a protection bracelet around his wrist. For all she knew, he didn't know what those symbols even meant. "How are they connected?" She muttered again, though mostly to herself. Despite both of them being witches, not even Lily could find a connection between the two victims.

[mike jeremy corbett]

Mike's brows furrowed as the girl told him that she knew how to act at a crime scene. He watched as she stood up, reached into her back pocket, and handed him something. Taking it in his hands, he saw that it was an i.d. Private investigator. Okay, fine, he thought to himself. He had known a few back in New York. In fact, his last girlfriend had been a P.I., but there was no need to re-open that wound. She then went on to explain that went to explain that she worked for another private investigator who had been hired by someone on the force and had thought that the current case linked up with another investigation she was investigation.
"A reasonable deduction," he admitted. He listened as she mentioned that the first body had been that of a drug dealer, and now they had the body of a guy who was as clean as they come.
"I don't like this. There's no connection, no explanation---this doesn't make sense," Mike repeated in frustration. He hated it when this stuff happened. He blew out a breath and walked over the crime scene, eyes perusing it critically. There had to be something connecting them. Then he noticed something silver shining in a corner. Curious, he walked over to where he had seen the object and knelt down. To his surprise, there was a ceremonial dagger with a black handle and a double-edged blade.
"Oh, crap. An Athame. He was a warlock," he muttered. "This is terrific. Just great," he continued with a sigh. The last thing this town needed was people killing supernaturals for no apparent reason. "This is bad. This is very bad..." he muttered. He didn't like this at all....

[guinevere]

Gwen glanced over at the detective, head tilted slightly as she watched him talk, mostly to himself she thought. "Yeah, we don't like it either." She sighed. "It doesn't make much sense." Unless of course it was because both of them were witches... She didn't say anything, though, until Mike caught sight of something. She frowned as he walked over, and followed him silently when she heard him exclaim that it was an athame.

"Oh, crap. An Athame. He was a warlock." Gwen nearly spluttered as he said that this was bad.

"Jesus are you kidding me?" She said, scowling darkly at the athame. "There was one like that at the other scene. I was hoping to find this before anyone else did, but I hadn't been here more than five minutes when you showed up." She scowled darkly at the spot where the body had lain. She turned to stare at the detective, eyes flashing faintly. "You haven't told anyone that you know about warlocks and witches have you?"

[mike jeremy corbett]

Mike let out a sigh as Gwen sputtered in surprise. He hadn't meant for her to hear that. But she had and she was definitely shocked that he knew what he did, even asking if he was kidding.
"Wish I was, but I'm not," he answered. She then went on to say that there had been an athame discovered at the previous crime scene and that she had been hoping to find it before him. "Sorry to burst your bubble, but I've got a good eye...especially when it comes to the supernatural," he told her as he tagged and bagged the athame. He saw her eyes flash faintly as she asked him if he had told anyone that he knew about witches and warlocks. "No. No one here knows that I know about the supernatural," he responded. Well, you know, except the kids I helped out the other night, but I'm not gonna tell her that, he thought to himself. It wasn't any of her business whether or not the kids knew that he knew about the supernatural world. Though, she probably did need to know about the attack there. "The other night at LA County Hospital---I was there visiting someone---there was a witch hunter. He could be the one who did this. Though I'm not sure why he would use magic if he's so against it," he stated. "Maybe I should meet this Lily person. It sounds like we should talk," he continued.