I want the old me back

                                    

                                          
(Fighting to keep motivation)
You were entering the homes. With gloves and the proper attire. Looking around the most recent house that was killed by this specific killer. Your eyes flicking over the scene. Just chewing on the inside of your cheek as you think. Before you hummed again. 
You were sure this was because of those rifts you had opened during your multi dimensional travel. Something you'd have to dicuss with Frank in more depth. What was this? The Marvel cinematic universe?
You sighed again. A breath passing through your nose. The crinkle of the tape under your feet the only things that could be heard. Then you turned to Mark. Your brow rose again. 
"So basically go through all the footage we have in this house. We need to try and figure out where they were placed. Maybe they left some evidence behind"
Then you focused back forward. Maybe residue? Cloth off their outfits? Hair? Finger prints?
The thought alone sent a rush through you. Before Mark picked up his phone. He let out a sigh. Rubbing his forehead. 
"Ethan? Im working a case...no you cant- I swear young man if-"
Then he let out an annoyed breath. Pushing his phone back into his pocket. His brows furrowed. Your eyes focused on him with a raised brow.
"Kid?" You asked. 
"You could say that...it's complicated" he answered back before he rolled his shoulders "now where were we?"
"Trying to find evidence?" You say. 
"Right" he says as he turns and the two of you split up.
Combing through the house all over again. Looking for residue. Swabbing all the places that seemed most likely where they put the camera. Only for you to perk as you heard the quiet patter of footsteps. 
Your eyes squinted. A q-tip held between your index finger and thumb. Finishing the swap and you dropped it into the plastic back. Getting down from the ladder as you marked and dated the plastic bag. 
You spotted a boy. He almost reminded you of Tate in a way. His brown almost dead looking eyes. Brown curly hair. Then his eyes met yours. Immediately he perked, much like an exicted puppy. 
"You must be (Y/n)! Ive heard all about you. Especially here in woodsboro-" he began to ramble off exictedly. 
"Bad things I hope" you sarcastically stated "what are you doing in crime scene. Do you even have clearance-"
Your words were cut off by an exapstered breath. You glanced to see Mark. You quickly put two and two together. This was Ethan. You thought he would have been a teen. No he looked like an adult.
"(Y/n) meet the most stubborn boy ever, Ethan. What did I tell you about entering crime scenes?" Mark chides. 
"I just wanted to help out, maybe fresh eyes could give you new perspective ya know?" Ethan defends motioning with his hands.
"Thats what shes here for, meet my fresh *qualified* eyes" Mark says as he motions to you. 
Meanwhile you were just watching this go down. Your eyes gentle. You never thought about your old life much. Yet the interactions reminded you of how you used to quarrel your own siblings. 
"Can I atleast help?" Ethan softly complains "Come on I'm trying to become like you Mark, come onnnn"
He began to press his hands together. His lip puckered out. Just looking at Mark. Mark shook his head and glanced at you. You smirked just a tad. Amused by the whole thing. Unbeknownst to you Will was watching.