Jonathon Martel
The rush to get to the crime scene had given time for Jonathon's stomach to remind itself how actually hungry he was, his empty stomach groaning in protest, asking him for food. His missed "lunch" with Ollie was disappointing but the murder of Peter Hurley was another disappointment in the case of horrors. Jonathon had spoken to the man a few time and although the conversations were brief, Jonathon always assumed that he was very nice. Their conversations usually consisted of work and plans for the weekend- which had usually consisted of more work for Jonathon- and John now felt regret for not talking to Peter more. And now he would never get the chance to do so, as he had been murdered, presumably by the nightmare. Nothing could ever been assumed until one got to the crime scene as they could be replicated as soon as public information got out. He had seen it done before, sick individuals who wanted credit for murder sprees that were not theirs.
The wavering lights of police cars brought Jonathon out of his thoughts and back to life. Uniforms stood outside, some milling in and out of the building and some sectioning off the scene with tape. A few spoke to the others who lived in the apartments, trying to get them to clear the premise. He parked the car quickly and got out, barely spending the time to put the vehicle in park. He flatted his suit with his hands, trying uselessly to get the wrinkles out of the expensive clothing and then flashed his badge at a uniform who started to question him. He went past the tape and went into the building, arriving slightly after his team. He went up to the room, wincing at the bright lights.
The body of Peter immediately stopped the protesting of Jonathon's stomach, quickly loosing his appetite. There was another picture to add to his wallet, although he would soon run out of space. He sighed sadly and walked over, crouching beside the examiner. He turned to the man- the live one- and started to talk. It wasn't his forte, but it needed to be done. He wanted to know the method used, approximate time of death, if the trajectory of the blood made sense as well of how it was called in. The man explained it all to him, even bothering to mention the girl who found the body. Jonathon's eyebrow arched, making a mental note to question the girl himself and perhaps even in custody. He was getting desperate with the case and wanted all ends to meet- eventually he would find that frayed piece of yarn, he usually did.
He stood back up, his legs cramping as he did so; Jonathon was not as young as he used to be and sometimes age provided pain and creaks in places he didn't even know could. He walked over to the wall, regarding the spray and consistency of the droplets of blood. Photos would have already been taken and samples taken, he did not doubt this, his team was intelligent and efficient and he could trust them with his life.
A small smirk graced his face, something rather uncommon, as that thought entered his mind. He soon might have to do this, he would have to push his team and pull some extra hours on them so they could solve this mystery, something that was forever becoming a danger to his team. He would never let something happen to them, but sadly that was out of his control- the best thing he could do was catch the murderer before The Nightmare got the chance to hurt his team.
"Guys! We got a message!" Brought Jonathon over to the room where Victor had apparently been in. John watched Alexandra go into the room after the statement and he went to stand in the doorway. He quietly listened to the conversation that was laid out in front of him as his eyes scanned the message. Lonely, lonely, we came so close before. It bothered him, this man was taunting them with messages written in blood. It was a joke to The Nightmare, watching his team struggle to find him- or her. Maybe he really wanted to get caught, perhaps he would start sending them messages when put together would lead them to an answer. Or perhaps it was there to throw them off, distract them from the things that really mattered. Whatever it would be, he wanted to know why this sentence was chosen.
He whipped his cellphone out, still listening to the conversation, although at this point it was mainly thick silence filled with deep thinking and some muttering from Alexandra. He googled the words, not really finding anything that popped out of his eyes, he founds a few songs with lyrics, a lonely thread on a site called twitter and other articles based off of loneliness. It was really nothing to go by but he would go over a few sites later, perhaps getting someone else from his team to analyze the articles with him. Maybe he would get Alexandra to help him, he enjoyed that the girl was quiet like himself and she enjoyed working as much as he did.
"Victor. Someone in Ollie's apartment building was murdered recently, right? Is he still back at the department? Who's with him? Roxie? Lana?" Her conclusion made Jonathon's stomach drop, dwindling his thoughts with fear. He wasn't the only one who thought that their team wasn't invincible and what she said made sense. The Nightmare had been close to Ollie when he was murdered. Jonathon's blood turned to ice and he started dialing Ollie's number, the beeping on the phone now making himself known in the room. He may have been jumping the gun by calling Ollie right away but he trusted Alexandra's gut instinct, it was much like his own, and you could never be too safe.
"Ollie, it's Jonathon, I want you to make sure you stay locked within the lab today and if you recall loosing a key or giving it to someone, call me back. There's not much reason to panic, but we've found some evidence at the scene that Alexandra thinks may link the scene to you. Call me back if something happens." He left the message in a tight voice, not wanting to betray his thoughts. One thing he had learned in all of his years at the station was that one could never be too safe.
He turned to Victor and Alexandra. "Once we get back to the station and the two of you have done everything you can with the evidence we've gotten today, I want some research done on this sentence. If any of you find anything, I want to be the first one to hear about anything that you may have figured out. If you're right Alexandra, which I hope you aren't for once, Ollie may be in trouble."