Montauk's Murderer

The warmth of Miya's hand was soothing to his pounding heart, he managed a nod. "I wan-want to know what th-the hell happened." He stuttered slightly, still shivering. After a few seconds he managed to get up with quivery limbs, reaching for the towel. Trind handed it to him, helping him wrap it around his waist.

Miya hadn't even noticed Brand was naked until he grabbed the towel. She instantly turned around to hide her blush, pretending it was because she was checking the shower head. "S-somebody's tampered with this it looks like." She leaned in closer and could smell the ozone surrounding the electrified metal.

"Nah, I wouldn't have thought, Sherlock f*ck*ng Holmes." He was a bit peeved that his nice shower -- that may or may not have included relieving himself -- due to electrical shock. See if he masturbates in the shower ever again. Brand leaned in, still slightly shaking and looked closer, "Yeah, see the subtle scratch marks? This was a new shower head." Trind shook her head, "I knew it... we're his next target." At the Brand looked at her harshly, "who's?"

Miya walked away from the shower, gaining a little breathing room between the barely dressed male and giving her a chance to tap a button on the side of her sunglasses that caused a small microphone to slide down to her mouth. "This is Major Sinclaire. I need a team at the residence of Brand Oskari yesterday. There has been an incident and I need this place searched and placed under 24 hour surveillance.... Rodger."

She turned to the others and sighed before taking off her sunglasses. "Pack a couple suitcases. You aren't staying here."

Trind looked petrified, nodding quickly once more. "It's the murderer, Brand. When I first met Miya she asked me questions about a recent murder... same signs are showing up here." At that Brand paled a little just like his sister. "We'll get a hotel until we can find a more secure apartment." He looked at Miya for confirmation.

Miya nodded slowly as she thought over the situation. "That should be okay," she said before turning and heading to her car. She needed to change.

(Small Time Jump)

Miya was talking something over with another officer in front of the apartment when something suddenly dawned on her. She turned and bolted inside, running back to the sibling's room (nearly breaking the door down as she threw it open) and skidded to a halt. She grabbed Trind by the shoulders and spun her around, causing her to drop a shirt.

"How long was Eddison in the bathroom!?"

Trind cried out in surprise but calmed herself quickly when she realized it was just Miya. "Um... It's hard to say, I was busy baking the cake... Not too long." Something dawned on her, "Mr. Eddison isn't a suspect, he is the sweetest man I have ever met." Brand nearly exploded in disbelief, "Trind! You have known him for only a week at most--" "Week and a half." She interrupted, earning her a glare from her brother. "You do not know this guy well enough, and now you're condoning his maybe/probably/most likely action of nearly killing your brother?" "U-um... well no, but--" "I rest my case. Major Sinclaire, if I were you I'd run a full back ground check on this guy, locate where he's living currently, who he hangs out with, where he shops... Be his sexy stalker." Though they would've been teasing words, they were dead serious. "Actually... I'll be his sexy stalker." Brand concluded, fondling the dagger at his waist.

The major nodded and tapped the button on her sunglasses. "Ilsa, I need a back ground check run on anyone by the name of James Eddison. Search Birth names, changed names, and aliases... Thank you dear."

She tapped the button again and turned to Brand. "You are both going into protective custody until you get your shield. Only after that will you be allowed to travel on your own. As for Trind, you will remain under watch at all times. I will make sure that they stay out of view so they don't interrupt your life too much, and they will be your escorts anywhere you go. No exceptions."

Trind was about to protest, saying that she wasn't in that much danger, but she knew she would get the heat from not just Miya, but her brother too. "They won't follow me everywhere will they? Like... into the bathroom?" She was already red in the face at the thought of such a scandal.

Brand looked and Miya and nodded, "It seems that would be best, though since I'll be at the house 24/7..." He stopped, realizing in three days he was going to have a job. "Never mind." Trind, despite her awkwardness from having someone see her pee, laughed, "You forgot you had a job, didn't you?"

Miya rolled her eyes. "No Trind, they won't be following you into the bathroom unless it is one with multiple stalls, and they will also be female to eliminate any awkwardness." She looked at her watch and sighed. "Okay, I will return in an hour. The team should be finishing up about then and we will call it a day and I will take you to my house."

"wait, wait wait. Remember? We're going to go to a hotel, and then begin a search for a more secure building. What happened to that idea?" Living at a beautiful, powerful, controlling woman's house sounded like a blast and all, but he was still a man and wanted his own space. Living with someone like Miya would wrack on his testosterone levels like no tomorrow. Trind looked relieved and stayed out of the conversation, sense she had no problem staying at Miya's house, and no problem going into a nice hotel... she was pretty neutral. So, she walked into the bedroom and started packing her's and Brand's things.

Miya turned on her heels and glared at the male. "I have changed the plans. He already knows where your sister lives, and I assume he knows where she works too."

Her voice was firm, yet warm at the same time. She didn't want to try and intimidate the male, but she did want to get her point across. "There is too great a risk of her coming in harms way in a hotel with so many people there every day. My house is probably the safest place in this town next to the station itself, and I absolutely refuse to allow you to let her get in harms way just because you are afraid I may out testosterone you. Now, please do not argue and I will return in an hour."

She didn't wait for an answer and left within moments, heading back to the station to fill out the needed paperwork.

Brand nearly growled at her, she could be so controlling, but then again... she had to be. So instead of being a baby and whining about this, he returned to the bedroom and quietly packed with his sister.

Miya returned exactly an hour later, right as the rest were preparing to leave. She gave an order to the pair that were staking out the place that night then walked back inside. "You two ready to leave?" she called as she entered the door way.

Brand and Trind were sitting on the couch; Brand asleep. Trind smiled and nodded. "Yup, everything that is needed is packed. I wanted to bring food so we wouldn't put you out, but Brand here said that we should only bring the bare essentials." She looked at her slumbering brother who was using her shoulder as a pillow, "... He's been working hard all this week, he's normally very lazy." She said half laughing, "this whole cop thing has really made him... the way he was before the war."

"I'll have to take your word for that. Wake him up so we can get to my place and relax. I've had a long day, and he's had a tiring week. I'll order a pizza and we can celebrate his success in style." She winked at the girl and stretched a little. Her muscles were killing her and she was guessing it was from hunger.

Trind wasn't really sure what Miya meant by celebrating in style, but she just shrugged it off. She shrugged her shoulder a little, and shook Brand slightly, making him groan but still open his eyes. Brand stretched, still in the spandex shorts so his muscles just rippled right below his skin. "Is she here yet?" He asked as he yawned.

Miya rolled her eyes. "If you would use your eyes then you'd know I was. Now, load up. It's party time."

He stopped in mid stretch and looked at her, and then to Trind. "That was weird." Apparently he must have been in dream land still, but he listened to his soon to be boss and carried all the luggage by himself out the door and down the stairs. "Okay, where's that sweet thing of a car?" Trind looked at him oddly, "Brand, please don't molest the car." "Already did, and she loved every minute of it." He smirked, making his sister shake her head in embarrassment.

Miya shook her head and laughed softly before pointing towards the car three feet from him. "You seem to be out of it still so I'm going to be driving." She hit a button on the key chain and the trunk opened, allowing Brand to set the bags inside.

He did as the hypnotic car wished, placing the bags into the trunk and lightly shutting it, rubbing the back as if it were the ass of a smokin' girl. Brand then went to the front where Trind was about to sit. He looked at her and then to Miya, "Alright, who gets front?" Trind laughed and shook her head, "It's fine, I'll ride back." She started for the back side door.

Miya shook her head. "Nope. He's gonna fall asleep on the way to my house and since we need to run a couple errands as well he should sit back there."

Brand sighed and listened to his new boss-to-be. "This is so unfair." He complained while crawling into the back seat and sitting directly in the middle. Trind couldn't help but laugh, she loved her brother so much and it was mostly because of his crazy guy moments. She buckled up in the front and looked at Miya, "What errands?" Almost as soon as the car started to purr, Brand was back asleep.

Miya laughed as she looked back and saw Brand pass out again. "I told you we're gonna be celebrating tonight. We've gotta get party supplies." She pulled away from the house and drove off towards the store.

Trind nodded, trying to clear her mind of all that was happening. She tried being an optimistic person, but when almost all of your family dies, and then a mass murderer might just be the one guy you've liked in a new country... it's kind of hard. She heaved a sigh and smiled at Miya, "It sounds like it'll be a blast if sleeping beauty here will be up to the task." Subconsciously, Brand moved a little, his arm slightly twitching.