"Yeah, let's go. We're burning moonlight."

"That's the thing..." Alessandra's eyes stayed on the bodies a little longer. "It's clean because they thought this whole thing out prior to striking. Bash them on the head to knock them out cold, take them somewhere to perhaps feed first, stab them, then dump them when they're done." She sighs again then begins to move away from the bodies. "They probably did a bit of studying on human anatomy too. Our guy may be a deranged surgeon or doctor. So many possibilities... Oh, this is so exciting." She breathes with a smile apparent on her face. "Yes, yes, let's continue. Nerd boy!" She calls for their escort. "We are finished here!"

The employee comes down the hall, and back into the cold storage room, covered the bodies again, and locks them up. "So!" he says nervously, "Hope you guys got some good info! Honestly wasn't expecting cops here tonight. See any pretty cool stuff out ther-"

"No." Misha said, ending the conversation with a look.

"Alright!" the employee laughs nervously, "I'll, uh..see you guys out."

Alana nods and gives the boy a reassuring smile. "Thank you for allowing us your time.  It is very beneficial for our case. Oh! And in case you ever get bored, my friend owns a club nearby. Feel free to drop by." She pulls a business card for the Bliss out of her coat pocket, handing it to him before the group leaves the morgue and heads back to their hummer. (Assuming Awe is still active he'll just take the card. Lol.) 

"Are you sure you don't like television? Because you sound like you've watched more than a few episodes of CSI." Victor jokes to Alessandra. As they had out, he has another laugh as Misha re-buffs nerd-boy again. "Love the way that you told off that geek, Meesh. ******* hilarious."

He does indeed take the card and keep it.

The hummer starts up, and you check the GPS to head to the crime scene of Simon Drummer, the college jock. He's the one who's body was found in the storm drain. It's about 1:30am and there's very little, if no, traffic on the roads. You park the hummer on a side street and find the storm drain in a rural area just down a gentle sloping hill. It's very dark, and the streetlights don't offer much help. The floor is very damp from recent rains. From this distance, you can see the entrance to the drain, and a small river of water running from it. It doesn't smell very good.

"Just a few. Criminal Minds too, you know, for future purposes" Alessandra gives a playful wink to Victor.

 Alessandra covers her nose from the stench. "Ugh... Let's just get this over with..." She leads the group closer to the storm drain.

The storm drain is dark and stinky. It's moist and wet, and a decent running of water is running out of it. Misha pulls out a small flashlight and hands it to Aless, making a side comment about making sure something so beautiful shouldn't be getting dirty - at least, not in this instance. The smell doesn't seem to bother Misha, but she hangs back and scans the nearby area to make sure no one is looking at them, or that no one is around. 

Unfortunately, the water and the recent rains have washed away any indication that there might have been a struggle here of some sorts. It doesn't take a roll or a genius to determine that. You can the floor and the walls of the storm drain and find nothing. There is a large iron grating that prevents anyone from getting further in, and you can't see anything beyond it.

"Find anything?" Misha calls out.

"Nope" Victor calls back. "Except this iron grating that looks pretty heavy. You think you can move it, Misha?"

Misha came over, looked over the grate, kneeling. "It's rusty, and weathered from the water." She noticed. "Let me try."

Holding on to the sides of the storm drain, with a mighty front kick the grate broke off it's hinges and flew further down into the drain with a loud clattering noise.

"I don't know eef we'll find something down there. The grate is securely attached. Well, was."

Damn that was hot. Victor thinks as Misha kicks the grate off. "Neither do I. But it's worth a shot."

Misha squats out of the storm drain and gives Victor a hefty slap on the bum bum. "The way ees clear. By all means." she extends her hand towards the drain, smiling.

Victor requests that Aless hand him the flashlight and will proceed to lead the way. "I hope that no one minds getting a bit wet and not in the fun way. I don't plan on going too terribly far, but we're going to be walking through water here.

The water is cold and comes up to about your upper ankles. You scan the walls with the flashlight, but there's nothing but debris, a horrible smell, and no evidence of a murder. You can hear Misha protest as her boots and pants get wet. You realize that going further would most likely be pointless.

"Well, that disproves that theory." Victor mutters to himself. "All right, that's enough misery, let's get to the other crime scene and hopefully we'll all be dry by the time we should be heading back to Bliss."

"Sorry," He says to Misha, who is clearly upset about her pants and boots being wet. "If it's any consolation, I thought that it was sexy how you kicked that door down. You've really got some nice legs."

"Ach, don't worry about eet." Misha says. "I can always get new clothes. You can even help me change." she purrs.

"Well then. If that's the case, then let's finish up with this boring work as soon as possible so that we can go home and get changed."

You all take a moment to do the best you can to clean up and dry off, but it's not easy in the 2am cold and windy. Doing what you can, you ride to the next crime scene. On the edge of a forest, you find the copse of trees and the a large rock. Somewhere off in the distance, an owl hoots. The rock is smooth and there is evidence of blood still splashed on it. Other than that, there is no other visible evidence of anything else that you can see. Looking deeper into the forest, you feel a slight sense of dread, as if something is watching you. Maybe just your nerves.

Victor squints his eyes and frowns. "This is definitely beyond the skill level of a human officer. Even I'm unable to pick up anything, save for that blood on the rock. Hopefully we'll be able to get some clues from the families tomorrow, because as things stand currently, we have nothing in the way of evidence." Victor remained composed and spoke at an even tone, but there was just a palpable frustration in his voice as he finished that sentence. "We should not remain here any longer. Let's go home."

Alana nods to Victor and closes her eyes for a moment, hoping the group will notice she wants silence. She couldnt shake the eerie feeling they were being watched and just wanted to make sure they werent. She focuses her energy into her senses, heightening them and trying to find any source of strange noises, hidden figures out of sight, or anything not natural about the whole crime scene. If they were being watched, she was hoping to find out. If there was anything out of the untrained eye, she wanted to try to sniff it out, find it. If she is sure she doesnt hear or smell anything, she'll open her eyes and observe the seen, trying to spot anything out of the ordinary. After her snooping, she drops Heightened senses as to prevent a sensory overload when they returned to conversation.