Officer Holmes in the MM.

Police sirens blared as they pulled up to the scene. A forensic unit truck pulled up close behind.

Fairmont Heights Cemetery.

The police cars all filed in and parked, and from one of them a woman stepped out.

She was in uniform, sans the hat she usually wore, her shirt tucked into her pants as she zipped her jacket up.

She stood at exactly 5'5 1/2" with a smooth chocolate complexion. Full lips, sharp dark brown eyes, and a soft nose with slender cheeks graced her face.

LAPD was plastered across the back of her navy blue windbreaker as he brushed a few loose strands of hair from her face and tucked them behind her ear. The rest of her hair was tied up on her head in a messy bun as she surveyed the area.

Her eyes found Julie as she rushed from the forensics truck and moved to direct the caution tape application around the scene.

Officer Holmes sighed and approached the woman, watching the men apply the tape as she spoke. "Do we have a name?"

Julie shook her head and pulled a pair of latex free gloves onto her hands. "Not yet."

Julie was aged 28, unmarried, quite lonely as well. She had wild, dark colored hair that barely grazed her ears. She was a woman of a fair complexion with freckles littered across her cheeks and bright brown eyes. She sported a height of 5'7" and the ideal hourglass figure. Why she was unmarried was a mystery to many on the force. 

She held out a pair of latex free gloves for Holmes to take. "Geoff is coming to take pictures. Give him a second before you touch anything."

Officer Holmes gave a slight nod and approached the scene slowly, ducking under the tape.

She walked over by the grave where the body lay and kneeled down beside it to read its inscription.

Larry Peterson
1948-2017
Amazing father, husband, and brother.

Holmes read the inscription in her head and then turned her gaze to the woman's body that lay near the headstone.

A camera sounded and she knew that Geoff had approached the scene to take pictures. She rose to her feet and ducked back under the tape away from the scene.

"Do we have a motive?" She questioned as the Captain approached the scene and stood near her.

He shook his head. "Not yet."

Once Geoff finished taking his pictures, Holmes returned under the tape and kneeled level to the woman's naked body.

She was a beautiful woman with a fair chocolate complexion, similar to her own, and short hair that laid a few inches above her shoulders.

Her mouth had been cut, slit from ear to ear and stitched back together. Her eyes were stitched shut as well, and to Officer Holmes the woman almost resembled a human puppet.

Her limbs were awkwardly laid about, in a weird sort of contorted position with one leg turned outward at the knee and the other straight. Her arms both rested above her head as if they had formerly been bound together. It was as if she had been set up this way...arranged to be found like this.

Examining the woman's facial expression and features, she stood back up. Her eyes traveled to the woman's exposed torso and she read the words aloud. "The Leo?"

Julie nodded, gathering supplies to take samples. "The Leo."

Holmes stood with furrowed eyebrows and watched the scene unfold in front of her when something caught her eye. Tucked away in one of the woman's closed fists, was a white folded piece of paper.

Officer Holmes reached for it and took it, careful to leave the hand in the position in which it was found.

With curious thoughts and still furrowed brows, she began to unfold the page, her eyes moving at the speed of light to read before she even knew what she was looking at.

I'm merely just starting to have fun..
Trust me, I'm not done..

-The LEO

Holmes looked around. She quickly stood to her feet and located the Captain.

He was currently speaking with the man who'd located the body. He was a passerby, simply visiting his mother's grave, when he found the victim's body and called the cops, or at least that was his story.

As a form of protocol, he was being taken to the station and questioned beyond all reasoning.

Officer Holmes examined the man, a stout, middle-aged man with thinning hair and beady green eyes. The man shook noticeably and pushed his glasses further up his face.

"I-I j-j-just don't understand." He stuttered. "H-how could any human being be so c-c-cruel?"

"That's what we're trying to figure out." The Captain spoke.

The man shook his head. "I-I just d-don't understand."

"We're gonna take you back to the station for questioning." Captain Todd informed the man.

Officer Holmes' gaze shifted to Julie as she kneeled beside the body and examined the area around it.

"B-but you know I had n-nothing to do with this right?" The man asked with wide eyes behind his circular frames.

The Captain shrugged. "We're actually not in a position to rule anyone out at this time."

The frightened man grew even more nervous at his words. "O-okay." He reluctantly agreed.

The Captain motioned another officer over to escort the man back to the station and allowed his gaze to shift to the body once more as the body was carefully lifted into a body bag to be transported to the coroner.

It was then that his eyes found Officer Holmes and he raised his eyebrows as she lifted the note.

"I found this." She told him. "A note...with what seems to be a clue. I think he's telling us where he's gonna dump the next body."

"Next body?" Captain Todd reached for the note and unfolded it to read it for himself. His eyebrows furrowed and he read it again and again. "1 and 4?" He questioned. "Like? 5?"

Officer Holmes shrugged. "I assume so...yeah. But I don't know for sure."

"Beneath a door." The Captain continued. "Beneath a door. Not behind a door, not near a door...but beneath one. Why beneath?" His brows remained furrowed as he stared at the note.

Eventually, he handed it back to Officer Holmes. "I have a few other cases to tend to back at the precinct. I'm gonna put you and Lieutenant Saunders on this one."

Officer Holmes nodded but in all actuality, she was thrilled. She'd been waiting for an exciting case for ages now....ever since the whole August debuckle three years ago. Ever since August got his badge taken, things seemed to have gotten boring. The only cases they every seemed to get anymore were petty crimes and cat lady problems. It'd been so long since they had a real homicide... far too long.

Lieutenant Saunders got the message shortly after and his eyes found Holmes before he sauntered over with a smug grin.

"You and me, eh?" He greeted with a smile.

Lieutenant Joshua Saunders had been on the force for five years. He was a man aged 27, with caramel colored skin and dark hair. He had piercing blue eyes, mostly uncharacteristic for someone of his complexion, and a scatter of tame facial hair. He was quite the sight. But he was also married.

Holmes nodded. "Yep. Seems to be how this is going."

She watched as the man raised an eyebrow and another smirk toyed at his large lips.

His blue eyes examined her as he spoke, traveling from her head to her feet and then back up as his tongue ran slowly across his bottom lip...or at least, in her mind it was slowly. In all actuality, the movement of both his tongue and eyes were swift.

"So what do you say we head in back to the precinct and see what they found out about her?" He suggested.

Officer Holmes nodded and followed his lead to the cars. They each went their own separate ways and Holmes released a strangled sigh as she caught her bottom lip between her teeth and climbed into her car.

She was sure this wouldn't work out. She and Saunders had tried working on a case together before. And had it not been for August, Larry Johnson would still be a free man, slaughtering children in his free time.

She was less than excited to see how it would turn out this time.