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SCP-3190 "Just One More Thing" - Pinecast

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SCP-3190 "Just One More Thing" by kinchtheknifeblade.

Honestly one of the more helpful anomalies, wouldn't mind it showing up to help me figure out who keeps stealing my pens.

-Archivist Bertran

[superfluffysupernatural]

The Officer

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Rating: Gen

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: None

Relationships: Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - SCP Foundation

Summary: Sam and Dean find themselves following the trail of an officer who appears right before a murder in a small town then disappear shortly after capturing the main suspect. Maybe they have fallen into something much deeper than they thought.

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Sam crossed his arms and looked over the board in front of him. It was almost as if he had stared at it for days. Dean’s knees locked up at even the site of it. Not even he could stand there for that long. Surely Sam was going to pass out if he stood there for even a second longer. He was going to have to peel his eyes away from this at some point. He placed his hands on his hips and cocked his head to the side. No intention of ever moving from the spot in front of the board.

“Find anything on that board of yours,” Dean tilted his head to the side in hopes of finding something that would tear him away from it. “Or are you just going to keep standing there like a weirdo.”

“I think I found something weird,” Sam turned back towards his brother. “Maybe.”

“Isn’t maybe weird a lot better than defiantly not weird?”

“Well, I would much rather have a definitive weird than a maybe weird.”

Sam shrugged and moved closer back to the board. His eyes scanned the board a bit. Dean tried to find the one thing that Sam had found but couldn’t. Just pictures upon pictures of small-town police officers. All of them smiling and looking at the camera. Most of them had been taken after a big bust in a murder case. Though none of the murders weren’t out of the ordinary for big cities, they were for the small towns they occurred in. Of course, this wasn’t the one thing that set them apart from the rest. Dean’s eyes finally came to rest on the one thing that Sam seemed to have already picked up on. The man.

A man, roughly in his mid-forties or fifties. He didn’t seem like the kind of guy to stick out in any crowd he was in. He looked completely innocuous. A little overweight but Dean wasn’t about to think much of it. His eyes…the officer’s eyes looked so hollow…so inhuman. He tilted his head to the side as he tried to fire out what had happened to get this man somewhere where he couldn’t be. Dean tilted his head to the side.

“The officer, right?”

Dean pointed to the offer he had noticed a few seconds before. It was so obvious. Too obvious if you asked him. There was no other thread that had popped out in his mind other than the officer. There were so many people who had seemed to have been in the photos but none of them repeated much like the one who had caught the eye of Dean’s. There wasn’t much else that could have caught his eye other than that. How could he have been so stupid to have missed that? He hadn’t noticed it before in the sea of men who had decided that this was going to be their moment. To capitalize off of brutal murders that allowed them front-page news.

“Yes, that one,” Sam circled his face with a gusto that Dean hadn’t seen since he had allowed Sam to take extra courses at Yale in an attempt to finish the degree that he had left behind all those years ago. “I don’t know if he keeps getting transferred or what but it’s starting to look a little suspicious, don’t you think?”

“An officer getting transferred isn’t all that suspicious Sammy,” Dean crossed his arms. “Unless there’s something that you’re not telling me.”

“Of course, there’s something I’m not telling you, if you would let me finish then I would tell you that this police officer had not only been transferred to that department days before the murder took place and transferred out only a few days after the murder had been solved but he had also been the one to solve the case. Well, not exactly transferred. More like this thing appeared, brought in the killer then just vanished. All of the files that people thought thing guy was working on were transferred to someone else or more than one someone in the building.”

“Let me guess, he was the one who was eventually found to have done it, right?”

“No, actually,” Sam let out a sigh. “I wish it were that easy. Good guess though.”

“Then what is it?”

“Well, you see, every single time this guy showed up to a murder, it was the murder of someone who was completely close to whoever was murdered-which aligns with all known statistics about murder and who you are murdered by-and this doesn’t just have to be one victim either. There were full-blown family annihilators and serial killers on the list. I mean, from all looks of it, it does seem like this guy is the one who did it. He comes into contact with every suspect in the case, even the murderer, and appears at this person’s place of work or home just to talk to them and I mean, the murderer just kind of spills.”

“Is there any tape of this spilling,” Dean tilted his head to the side as if that would reveal any more about whoever was on the other side of those damned pictures.

“I mean, there’s just one that I could find. All other mentions of this…this thing have been scrubbed from the internet from what I could think of,” Sam went over to the table and pulled the laptop off of it and brought it over to Dean where he already had the tape pulled up. “Here.”

Sam pressed play on the video and a soft blue light filled their faces. Dean shuffled towards the table along with Sam and his laptop as they settled in to watch the video play out. There was a few seconds of buzzing as if it had also been recorded on a tape of some sort but it looked to be in beautiful condition otherwise.

The officer picked up a small weight off of the doctor’s desk. The officer twirled the paperweight in his hands for a few moments as if he had never seen a paperweight before in his life. As soon as it was in his hands, it completely slipped from them and onto the floor below them.

“Well jeez, sorry about that, doctor. I think it’ll be okay, though. Here, look at this,” the officer picked up the paperweight-it was a small Roman soldier by the looks of the video tape and broken in two-off of the ground. “See, you just get some, crazy glue on there, and uh, yeah, it’ll be good as new. You’d be amazed at what crazy glue can do, doctor. Why, just last week, my wife-,”

“I’m sorry detective, but I’d really like to get to the point here. I’m afraid I’ve told you everything I know. Much as I’d like to, ah, talk to you some more, I do have a faculty meeting to attend to in, oh, ten minutes?”

The deceptive leaned against the table, “Oh, won’t taken even that long. I just gotta couple more questions to ask, you know. It’s just the way I am sometimes.”

“So I’ve noticed.”

“Ha! I’m sure you did, doctor. Why, my wife, she tells me I can’t ever shut up. But it’s just the way I am, you know? I always got that last inkling. That niggling little thought I gotta get out and get answered before I can even sleep that night. Why, you should hear the one about my nephew, he-,”

The doctor raised his hand up, “Detective, please.”

“Oh, oh, of course. I’m sorry doctor. I know you’re a busy man,” the deceptive raised his ands and shook his head, wincing a bit. “I don’t mean to be a pain, of course. It’s just, well, something had been bothering me about what you said.”

“What do you mean detective?”

“Now, here, you told me that Dr. Lavrisha left your party at, uh, seven thirty that night? Now, he, uh, slipped out and was found, dead, outside his office. But here’s the interesting thing, doctor. His watch, you know, it was damaged during the attack. And, well, it stopped at seven thirty-seven. Isn’t that interesting, doctor? Now, I tell myself, you know, a man like that maybe, sets his watch a bit behind. Why, I have a cousin, on mu wife’s side, who, well, he sets his lock back about forty-five minutes. I don’t know how he gets anywhere. But, and this is the interesting part, doctor, his wife, the uh, widow Lavrisha, she tells me that the, uh, departed, he had sort of a, what do you call it, an obsessive compulsion, He had his watch synced up to, you know, the very exact millisecond. He kept it up to track, of course. A watch isn’t perfect, you know. They get off, bit by bit. So he always made sure to be exact. She said he checked it everyday, just before he left work. At five thirty.”

“What are you saying, detective?”

“Doctor, I’m just saying that, a watch isn’t perfect. But it won’t get minutes behind within two hours. Your time table doesn’t match up. Even if his watch had been off, he couldn’t’ve gotten to his office, on foot, before he was found by cleaning staff, at seven forty-six. Even if he had left your home when he said, it would’ve taken him much longer to get to the office, is what I’m saying here, doctor. It all just doesn’t add up.”

“Well I guess that makes sense, you know. My clocks may have been off. Why, Ivan could’ve left the part at sevenen fifteen maybe.”

The detective clapped his head and nodded, “You know, I was thinking the same thing, doctor. But I checked. Your wife let me in, and all the clocks in the house are right on the money. She says the maid does it.”

“Well, I could’ve been mistaken. But still, detective, there’s no way I could’ve killed Iva. Guests saw me in the house at seven forty-five. Even if Ivan had died at seven twenty-seven, there’s no way I could have left the body there and been present at my party in seventeen minutes.”

The deceptive shook his head and put his hands up with a smile, “Please don’t take this the wrong way, doctor. No one’s accusing you of anything. Just making sure everything gets nice and tied up. I’m always like that, you know, doctor, my uncle, he says-,”

The doctor stood from his seat, clearing his desk of its laptop and briefcase in the process, “While I’d love to chat, detective, I do have that meeting.”

“Of course, of course,” the detective began walking towards the door before posting a single finger in the air and turning around quickly. “I’m sorry, doctor. Just, just one more thing, before I go. Something I though was interesting. And all this stuff, in your office, well it just reminded me.”

“Please, make it quick, detective.”

“My nephew, he’s a real wiz-kid when it comes to mythology. He’s telling me stories I didn’t even know were stories. But one, he told me, it really sunk in. There’s a Roman god, or maybe Greek I was never good at telling those apart, called Nemesis. They also called her Adrestia. It meant inescapable. But here, nemesis isn’t just an enemy, Nemesis was inescapable, because she represented them uh, the price of hubris, doctor. She represented the justice that comes to those who commit crimes. And well, murder’s the biggest crime there is, doctor.”

The doctor’s face grew dark, “What are you insinuating, detective.”

“Oh, doctor. I’m not insulating anything. I just think it’s so interesting that, humans, that we want to believe the bad guys get in the end. There’s a natural desire, you know, in us. To want crimes to be solved. It’s something that always interested me. I guess what I’m saying is, in the natural order of things, we’ll find who killed your friend, doctor. I’m sure we will.”

The doctor coughed and nodded.

The tape seemed to shudder to a close after that. All blue and distorted like the ones he had found in the basement of their old house. It wasn’t much of a shock to think that this case was at least twenty years old by this point, maybe even thirty. Depended on when it was filmed. Even though there was no tape.

Dean kept his eyes on the tape for a long time after it had ended. He wanted to throw up. Every part of him wanted to vomit the lunch he had been eating moments before he had opened up the video. There wasn’t much that he could say about the poor video that they had stumbled upon. There was someone out there who was making this happen. Someone who had been making people kill each other. At least, that was the thread that had finally clicked into his head when he was watching the video.

Dean placed his fingers on the keyboard. His eyes darted across the page in hopes of finding some answer in the blank page that stared back at him. How could they even find that person in the video? There were so many ways to identify a person but a police officer would mean getting the result that they wanted. Even if that meant going country by country in an attempt to identify him. But there was one thing that all officers wore that would mean finding him a lot faster than anyone else out there in the world. Badge number!

“Yo, what was his badge number,” Dean looked sharply at his brother. The clock ticked once before Dean realized how sharp his tone was. “Do you think you can get the officer’s badge number from the video?”

“Yeah,” Sam pulled up his own computer and searched for the video as Dean waited for results. “It’s uhh…3190. Badge number 3190.”

Badge numbers usually were only three digits in small countries where the population was much smaller than normal. If it was a normal-sized town or city then it could go as high as four numbers. Maybe even five in some places where there were much more populous than he could ever think of. Dean typed the badge number into Google and hoped for a response from the slow internet as his computer returned the spinning wheel of rainbow-colored death back at him. It took a few moments as he waited for the moment in which the results returned to him much clearer than before.

Finally.

The results.

Only…the badge number didn’t come back to any human officer. Nor even an officer at all. There was nothing more than a page staring back at him. A page that shouldn’t even be online by the looks of it. It…it looked like it would be locked behind pages and pages of passwords and yet, there was nothing more than just this page. No other results than this when usually there were hundreds of thousands, if not millions. But only one result remained.

“I think we stumbled into something far bigger than us, Sammy.”