It was easier than he expected, getting the cameras up and linked with the wifi. He got a little more sun than he intended. Scully’s gonna give him a hard time about not putting on sunscreen.
The screen door squeals his return to the house and he drops to unlace his boots so he doesn’t track mud everywhere.
“Didja get ‘em up?” Scully asks from the couch.
“Yep,” he says as he peels out of his socks, tucking them inside the mouth of his left boot and leaving the whole sodden mess by the door.
He rounds the couch and finds her curled on her side, eyes closed and a worry line carved between her eyebrows. Her fists are clenched tight and her mouth is drawn in a thin line.
“Hey, you okay?” he asks.
“M’fine, it’s just cramps,” she sighs.
“Did you take anything?” he asks.
“Just a nap,” she answers, a ghost of a smile drifts by.
detective [name] [last name] is obsessed with the hunt of the case. every new case, they obsess over it until it’s finished. however, they’re all the same. a new set of victims with the same killer proves to stand out among the rest.
pairing:yandere criminal wilbur soot x reader
warnings:major character death, death threats, swearing, violence, blood, mentions of stalking, obsession.
word count: 9k.
bones’ note: the longest piece ive ever written! very happy to present you this piece and i really hope you like it!
With each case that came in, you became obsessed. You were obsessed with the thrill of the chase, the satisfaction of each ending, the repetitive signatures. Every time, you wouldn’t eat or sleep or stop until the killer was caught. Every time, you became more and more obsessed. You couldn’t help it: The thrill of the chase overwhelmed you every time.
Catching the culprit was your only thought, your only objective; case files strewn around your room, chalk boards connecting victims and suspects and locations everywhere. Every case possessed you. You couldn’t do anything without thinking of every case. Some called you crazy. You wouldn’t say they were wrong.
