Alec Hardy

A case had gotten bad, really bad. None of the dots was connecting up. A victim had been discovered in the lake with her neck slit but there was no DNA evidence.

You had been working wth Alec for a good month or two and you could read him like a book. Which he didn't like, he hated someone who could read him as well as you, when he was supposed to be quiet and a private person.

You had came into Alec's office since you had gotten some evidence which was some footprints you had found and when you arrived at his office, your gaze locked onto Alec who was sat on the floor.

Alec hadn't even noticed you as he started to steady his breathing after having an odd panic attack that had started up out of no where. He was tired physically but also emotionally and mentally.

Alec let out a shakey sigh as he leaned his head in his hands and when his eyes darted to the door, he didn't bother even get up. He lazily gestured for you to come over.

"What ye got?" Alec asked with a monotone voice as he took the pictures from your hands and glanced at the photos with his brows furrowed slightly.