"Hey Fisher! Where do we set it up?"

She looked up at the deputy that had just spoken to her, then at his hand, it was pointing towards a man that stood at about two feet behind him, he seemed to be carrying a package in his arms, "What do we need to set up?" she asked back.

"It's a new printer,"

She just shut her eyes and slightly shook her head for a brief moment, finally remembering about that damn machine, she had to endure her partner's complaints about it for the entire duration of the past two weeks, "Ah yeah! It goes near Parrish's desk," she said as she referred to the desk next to hers with her index. The man walked by and put the box where he was pointed. "He's not here at the moment so I'll sign for him,"

She picked up a pen in her right hand and extended her left arm towards the delivery man who handed her the clip board for the signature.

As her eyes landed back on the open files in front of her, the same young deputy spoke once more, grabbing her attention yet again, " I've been meaning to ask you this, but never really had the opportunity to,"

" Well now is your chance! Have at it," she cracked a friendly smile as she waited for the question to come.

"You've been his partner for a while now and ... How is it really...?"

"You mean working with a hellhound?"

The look on his face was a good enough response for her.

"I don't mind you asking you know? it's not really a taboo subject ..."

"Kinda feels like it though... Ever since the all-out war three years ago, it's like reality shifted,"

"To be fair it's not just an impression, reality did sorta shift," said Fisher with a smile, she then proceeded to answer his initial question, "But to answer your question, it's pretty much ordinary, rarely anything supernatural, I don't think he's ever shifted in front of me..."

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"I figured... I don't know what I was imagining..." he looked to his feet as he uttered those words, an air of embarrassment visible on his face.

"Well... We do end up finding more dead bodies than other dispatches..."

He seemed half-amused, half-surprised by her words, they both silently smiled at each other for a short number of seconds before another voice seized hold of their attention.

The dispatcher's voice got suddenly louder than the rest at the sheriff station:

"DISPATCH!! COME IN!! DISPATCH!... JONES!!"

He kept shouting those same words over and over, in hopes of hearing words at the other end of the line, but in response all he got was the sound of static. Fisher slowly pushed her chair with her legs as she got up, her interest in that conversation peaked, but she wasn't the only one to do so, her colleague as well as every living soul under that roof stopped whatever they were doing and looked up.

The dispatcher repeated himself a few more times, eyes were wide open, he tried to keep his composure but the cold sweat on his face and the twitch on his forehead gave him away.

There was still not response, it seemed one of the dispatches had run into serious problems, they could no longer communicate with their colleagues. Fisher came close and asked for details, "Gordon? What is the situation?"

"It's Bince and Sanders... we lost contact..."

"Where are they?"

"Multiple reports of bizarre sightings, they went to check," he said.

"Bizarre sightings? Where?" she pressed.

"Reports of weird looking creatures heading in direction of Eichen,"

"Eichen house? I thought it was deserted. And why would they go without back up?"

Gordon didn't say anything, but the deputy standing near, the one Fisher was talking to, started to think out loud, " If the reports were about the same creatures from the attacks earlier tonight... then they are in serious trouble..."

The young woman stood still for a moment she didn't move a muscle, focused on her thoughts, she didn't want to waste any amount of energy unnecessarily and disturb her brain processing everything.

" They are gonna need back up, more than one dispatch, the sheriff is off to the hospital and Parrish is off duty right now, so... wanna partner up?" she asked the deputy standing nearby.

"Sure, we shouldn't go alone though,"

"Wilson and Gibbs? they're not on patrol right now,"

And so, the two police cars set off towards Eichen house, wary but completely unknowing what awaits them there.