I'm the serial killer's next target

Quinn didn’t lower the gun.For a moment, the room seemed to close in around them, the quiet stretching just enough to make every sound feel sharper than it should have been. He raised his hands slowly.“Okay, that feels excessive. I get why you did it, I do, but still... can you lower the gun before I faint?”, Damian said in a panicked voice.Quinn didn’t react. “You’re in a crime scene.”“I noticed,” he replied, a little too fast. “Hard to miss, really. Dead body, tense atmosphere, you pointing a gun at me. Whole thing is very clear. HAHA.”Quinn took a step closer, her grip steady, her expression unreadable as she studied him more carefully now. He wasn’t as composed as she had first thought. “Let’s try this again,” she said. “Why are you here?”He let out a short breath, almost a laugh, but there was an edge to it. “I told you, my name is Damian. I heard about the case and got curious.”“That’s not enough.” Quinn replied.“I know, I know,” he said quickly, nodding like he was tr

"Quinn, wait, this is crazy. We just met-" His words spilled out, muffled against her mouth as his tongue darted in eagerly, kiss turning messy and deep.She grabbed his shirt, calm fingers steady, silencing him with firmer pressure. His hands roamed her back haphazardly, breath hitching. 'God, you taste, OH crap, the doors!' The ding echoed; lobby lights spilled in.Quinn broke away, eyes locked on his, cool command in her gaze. "Come with me." She tugged his hand, leading him out.At her door, keys turned smoothly. She backed him against the wall, kissing him deeply, hands stripping his shirt with precise tugs. "Oh wow, you're very... hyper." He gasped as she pushed him to the bed, shedding clothes in a frantic trail, his pants kicked off awkwardly, hers folded aside.Straddling him, she moved with deliberate rolls, drawing him inside her heat. Damian moved messily, hands clutching her thighs. "Am I- oh fuck, yes, you like that? I'll... move deeper." His rhythm jerked fervent, words

"The cases are from my hometown..." Quinn said to the team in disbelief.It sat at the back of her mind even as the team dispersed, even as Mark started issuing instructions and Aisha returned to her lab, even as Damian tried, unsuccessfully, to act like everything was normal. It wasn’t, nothing about this was normal anymore.Quinn stepped out into the hallway, the noise of the office fading slightly as she pulled her phone out, staring at the contact list for a moment longer than necessary before scrolling down.She hadn’t called in years. Her thumb hovered for half a second, then she pressed dial.Rhea picked up on the third ring.“Well,” her voice came through, light but sharp in a way Quinn remembered too well, “this is unexpected. Should I be worried or offended?”Quinn leaned against the wall, closing her eyes briefly. “Still dramatic, I see.”“Only when people disappear for years and suddenly call me like nothing happened,” Rhea replied. “So which one is it? Crisis or guilt?”“