Eleanor Marie Garcia
Before Eleanor had realised, it was a month later and she and her new team had been getting along swimmingly. The night out at the bar had done them good, if you asked Eleanor, as it allowed them to get to know her and she them. It had been the perfect ice-breaker, and they had gone out once or twice more during that month alone. But not just to bars, but for 'sober socials' too, which she had found equally as enjoyable as it allowed her to speak to them all without the nonsense spouted out by alcohol.
However, things were still difficult case wise and despite working now with LAPD on the matter, there were still few leads. More than before, after Eleanor had made the link between the two pictures on her first day, but still not enough to put a full idea together of who they needed to go after.
Not to mention, she was starting to push away Liam, who was becoming more and more clingy. She had talked to the guy, reaffirming their rules, but one night after a particularly gruelling day at work had her calling for him to come around. Things were getting back to where they were when he was a needy sod. This in turn left Eleanor a little more irritable than usual, but she managed to keep it buttoned up and under control, not wanting any of her team to think her annoyance was toward them.
It was a Friday, and Eleanor was scouring through photos once again to see if there were any similarities that could help lead them to the group that were behind the kidnapping and trafficking, which clearly then also turned into murders. She had long organised her desk as she wanted it, with plenty of dividers helping keep things tidy in her drawers along with folders and stacked trays to keep things where they needed to be. Her hand pressed against her forehead as she leaned over, fingers drumming against the side of her cup which held the dregs of her mint tea.
"Brian? Brian. I think I've got something here." The young agent blinked a few times, as if making sure what she was seeing was right.
They had managed to track the girls going to a nightclub called
The Underground, sneaking in with fake IDs or being old enough to have their own. However this was as far as things got, since they were still trawling through security camera footage. The images of the girls were them either in a booth with a group of people or at the bar sitting and talking. However it wasn't until now that Eleanor noticed something on their skin.
"At first I just thought it was a generic tattoo, y'know, because they're all in different places and some of the girls didn't have them. But look, these three girls-- they've all got it." She glanced up to her boss once he arrived, pushing herself slightly to the side so he could take a look. She then pointed to a black, swirling tattoo that had been etched onto the girls' skin in three different places. The one had it on the inside of her wrist, seen in the image they had of her about to push some guy's hair back, another had it over her collarbone and the other behind her ear on shaved side of her head.
"This has got to be their mark. Whoever's taking them, right? Maybe they take longer to build up to who they're going to take because they mark them first. Build up the girl's trust, get them to go for a tattoo, tell them some bullshit meaning behind it and then when the time is right, they take them."
Eleanor turned fully now to face her boss, adrenaline pumping through her veins. This had to be it. This had to be their break through.
"We just got to find the people who are taking them for this tattoo and go from there. Bring one of them in for questioning."