Without further investigating the crime scene, the case seemed pretty open-and-shut. Normally, lawyers didn't step foot, leaving the main investigation to the CSI's, but this felt necessary.
He sighs, closing the file and holding onto it tighter. "Well, have you gotten a chance to see the crime scene, or are we both heading into the deep end for the first time?"
"Sure." Tyler nods. "I'm also down with gaining experience."
He closes the file, giving the pirate ship-aquarium one last look before following her inside. According to the file, the murder had happened after operational hours (explaining the lack of witnesses, and one of said witnesses being a killer whale).
"Have you ever been here before? You know, on like... a regular outing?"
"Once, when I was a kid." She didn't really travel much as a child, but her mother's family was from Central City, so they made trips there when they could. "My dad took me and my sister out on boat trips on the lake sometimes."
"It must've been nice." Tyler nods, smiling at the memory Laurel told him. "In other words, though, we'll probably need a map to get around."
Upon walking inside, the two are greeted with a submarine tunnel. At this time of day, there aren't too many fish milling about, and the lights from "wrecked ships" have been turned off. No need, with the light pouring in from the rest of the museum. Tyler grabs two maps, like he said he would, and unfurls it to get a better look of the place.
"The murder happened at the whale tank, so it's..." he says, more to himself than Laurel, as he tries to orient himself. He can't help staring at the wreckage, though, as they pass it to reach the outdoor arena where the whale shows are held.
Like the rest of the museum, it fits the pirate theme to a T.
"Boy, they went full throttle with the pirate thing, didn't they?"
She laughs a bit as she follows his lead, trusting Tyler to properly navigate them and not get them lost in an endless maze of aquarium tunnels. "It got a full redesign around the time that Pirates of the Caribbean was big? So pretty much everything went full pirate to try and milk it for all it was worth."
"Figures." He laughs, more at the absurdity of it all than anything. "They decided to ride the wave rather than, I don't know, wait and see if said trend pans out."
The kids probably love it. God knows he used to play pirate with Matt and Jeremy when they were young, burying his mom's jewelry in the backyard and pretending it was worth its whole weight in gold (and knowing Mystic Falls, it probably had a curse in there too).
They reach the site of the murder - the whale showroom - soon enough, and as expected, detectives and CSI are already on the case. Not that either Tyler or Laurel need to talk to them to see the blood stain on the drained floor of the pool, let alone the other tell-tale signs of something gone very, very wrong.
He takes a moment, drawing in a breath and ignoring how every hair goes on end. It's just blood - no vampires in sight, no other supernaturals (besides their defendant). He has to get used to this.
Laurel, on the other hand, is used to her fair share of gruesome crime scenes, given everything she's been through, and the number of years she worked in Star City. She lets her eyes survey the room for a moment, taking in any detail that she can find that would help add a bit of flourish to the case in the court room, before glancing back over to Tyler.
"Yeah, yeah." He exhales, flashing Laurel a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "I'll get used to it."
He has to get used to it if he wants to work as a state prosecutor, after all.
By now, the overwhelming scent of alcohol - of sterilization, of trying to get the smell out - permeates the place, overpowering even the fishy smell that clung to the bottom of the pool.
So, mostly to distract himself, he finds himself saying, "I can check up on the investigation with the CSIs. Barry and uh, that - " what was her name? "Skye girl?"
Laurel's eyes widen a bit because that girl ... is a trip, from what she's been heard from Barry, but she'll let Tyler experience it for himself. She'll just nod, before pointing towards where the trainers are congregated.
"I'll go see what I can drum up in terms of witness statements."
"You might struggle there," a voice calls from behind Tyler, lugging a forensic kit in her arms. "From what I understand, most of the staff had left for the day when the captain died."
Nevermind that her presence wasn't called for. Nevermind that she hadn't introduced herself - her name badge and shiny lab coat more than speaks for her. If there's a crime scene, and it's been mostly investigated and documented, Ema's already on the scene. (Let's just hope Barry isn't far behind.)
Tyler jumps at her voice (no wonder Laurel had seemed surprised), but Ema pays the kid zero heed as she drops a bottle of luminol in his hands.
"Huh." Her voice is noncommittal, though a little amused as she sizes Tyler up. "This guy's too jumpy to be a defense attorney so I'm guessing... Either he's an intern or your assistant? Right?"
Barry is not far behind, already looking exasperated, and Laurel offers him a small smile before turning to Ema, the smile thinning even more in the process. "Intern. Tyler Lockwood, meet Ema Skye. Tyler's going to be working with me on the King Shark case."
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Without further investigating the crime scene, the case seemed pretty open-and-shut. Normally, lawyers didn't step foot, leaving the main investigation to the CSI's, but this felt necessary.
He sighs, closing the file and holding onto it tighter. "Well, have you gotten a chance to see the crime scene, or are we both heading into the deep end for the first time?"
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If only because that's how she knows it's real.
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He closes the file, giving the pirate ship-aquarium one last look before following her inside. According to the file, the murder had happened after operational hours (explaining the lack of witnesses, and one of said witnesses being a killer whale).
"Have you ever been here before? You know, on like... a regular outing?"
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Upon walking inside, the two are greeted with a submarine tunnel. At this time of day, there aren't too many fish milling about, and the lights from "wrecked ships" have been turned off. No need, with the light pouring in from the rest of the museum. Tyler grabs two maps, like he said he would, and unfurls it to get a better look of the place.
"The murder happened at the whale tank, so it's..." he says, more to himself than Laurel, as he tries to orient himself. He can't help staring at the wreckage, though, as they pass it to reach the outdoor arena where the whale shows are held.
Like the rest of the museum, it fits the pirate theme to a T.
"Boy, they went full throttle with the pirate thing, didn't they?"
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The kids probably love it. God knows he used to play pirate with Matt and Jeremy when they were young, burying his mom's jewelry in the backyard and pretending it was worth its whole weight in gold (and knowing Mystic Falls, it probably had a curse in there too).
They reach the site of the murder - the whale showroom - soon enough, and as expected, detectives and CSI are already on the case. Not that either Tyler or Laurel need to talk to them to see the blood stain on the drained floor of the pool, let alone the other tell-tale signs of something gone very, very wrong.
He takes a moment, drawing in a breath and ignoring how every hair goes on end. It's just blood - no vampires in sight, no other supernaturals (besides their defendant). He has to get used to this.
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"You okay?"
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He has to get used to it if he wants to work as a state prosecutor, after all.
By now, the overwhelming scent of alcohol - of sterilization, of trying to get the smell out - permeates the place, overpowering even the fishy smell that clung to the bottom of the pool.
So, mostly to distract himself, he finds himself saying, "I can check up on the investigation with the CSIs. Barry and uh, that - " what was her name? "Skye girl?"
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"I'll go see what I can drum up in terms of witness statements."
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Nevermind that her presence wasn't called for. Nevermind that she hadn't introduced herself - her name badge and shiny lab coat more than speaks for her. If there's a crime scene, and it's been mostly investigated and documented, Ema's already on the scene. (Let's just hope Barry isn't far behind.)
Tyler jumps at her voice (no wonder Laurel had seemed surprised), but Ema pays the kid zero heed as she drops a bottle of luminol in his hands.
"Huh." Her voice is noncommittal, though a little amused as she sizes Tyler up. "This guy's too jumpy to be a defense attorney so I'm guessing... Either he's an intern or your assistant? Right?"
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