Nefarious {Harry Styles A.U}

"You think she's going to be able to give us any information?" Liam asked Harry as they stood behind the two way glass looking into the Interview room where Alexandra Harper was currently sitting, wrapped in a blanket and looking incredibly nervous.

Detectives and Uniforms had all gone to the location the killer had sent them and picked her up quickly, bringing her back to the precinct after checking over the whole building; no sign of the killer. Although Harry wasn't expecting him to stay around. "You going to go in there?" Harry didn't answer Liam, just nodded and walked out, straight into the interview room where Alexandra was.

"Miss Harper." Alexandra's head whipped up at the sound, slightly on edge, although Harry couldn't blame her, not after what had happened to her. "I'm detective Harry Styles, I'm the lead investigator on this case." Alexandra nodded as Harry took a seat opposite her.

The room itself was usually meant for interrogations, but all the small rooms were being used by other detectives for different cases so Harry had to improvise. "I need to talk to you about what happened tonight, is that okay?" Harry was known for being a bit of a hard ass when it came to suspects, but when it came to fragile witnesses and victims, he had been described as a bit of a sweetheart.

Alexandra nodded after Harry had spoken. "Can you run me through what happened? Start from where you were before he took you." There wasn't an easy way to word the sentence, but Harry had to try.

Alexandra took a moment, fiddling with the edge of the blanket before taking a deep breath and speaking.

"I don't remember a lot, I was in a bar, I was just there because my friend wanted to head over there, meet up with some guys that she knew. I don't really remember a lot." Her hands were gripping on to the edge of the blanket.

"Would you like a glass of water? Cup of coffee?" Harry was trying to build somewhat of a rapport with Alexandra and knowing how badly she had been tortured, mainly mentally but physically as well, he knew she probably wasn't going to trust very easily.

"I'm sorry I can't be of more help Detective, I don't remember a lot last night. I'm starting to think the guy put something in my drink." She shook her head and looked down at the edge of the table, not bothering to answer Harry's previous question.

"Can I try something?" Harry asks, a soft look on his face.

Alexandra looks at him, a little confused but nodded none the less. She knew that if she could trust anyone, then it would be the detective who was the lead in her case. "Alright I'm going to need you to close your eyes, go from when you arrived at the bar, what did you see, smells, sounds?" Harry knew that cognitive recognition wasn't going to stand up in court as a valid piece of evidence, but if it lead them to an arrest, Alexandra could make a positive identification.

Alexandra took a deep breath and closed her eyes, trying to keep her breath steady whilst going over what happened in her head.

"It was loud, I remember that much. My best friend had caught sight of the guys she was there to meet pretty quickly and told me to head to the bar, she would be there quickly. She didn't show up though." She didn't get very far in through her memories before she stopped herself, too scared about what was going to happen. "I'm sorry detective, all I know is that they were attractive, brown hair, dark eyes, not a lot to go on I know, but... I'm sorry.

One minute I was talking to the guy, the next thing I remember I- I wake up strapped to a table and this guy is stood behind the camera, a bandana over his face and a mean look in his eyes." She had broken down again, burying her face into her hands as she sobbed.

Harry didn't really know what to do, he'd been in the presence of crying victims before when he used to be a uniform, but this was something different; normally the people he was dealing with were dead.

"Harry," Thankfully Liam had come in, saving him from having to deal with a crying woman. "You got a minute?"

Harry nodded and left the room, a female uniform coming in to take care of the still crying Alexandra.

"What's up?"

"Niall found something." Harry and Liam made their way down the stairs to the basement where Niall had his little nerd cave.

The far wall was covered in monitors, different screens on each of them. Some were from other cases he was working on, some of them were from Harry's case. In fact, the majority of the monitors were covered in information from the case.

"Niall?" As Harry called out, the Irish blonde came into view on his wheeled desk chair.

"Welcome to my humble abode." He smiled, spinning round and pulling up a CCTV image on the large computer screen in front of him. "So you're probably wondering why you're down here," Niall beckoned the two detectives closer to the screen. "Alright earthlings, listen closely. I checked over the CCTV footage of the bar that I traced Alexandra's phone to and we have a perfectly good image of both her and our suspect on screen." Niall was grinning like the cat that got the cream.

"So you mean we actually have a face?" Liam was excited about the new lead they may have.

"No. This guy is incredibly good at hiding who he is. He makes sure he keeps his face away from the cameras, makes sure that he's always got his back to any exits and when he does finally leave, he always finds some way to hide his face." Niall shook his head and ran through the footage.

"Okay so remind me why we're down here again?" Harry was exasperated, he desperately needed a lead in the case and he had all his hopes riding on the genius in front of hm.

"Well, my friend, let me direct you to the method of payment for his probably disgusting alcoholic drink." He used his pen to point their eyes towards some point on the screen.

"He used money, so?" Liam asked, staring at the screen.

"He used a card, but it doesn't have a chip, so they had to scan it on the monitor, which means he had to sign his name.

Every time someone signs their name on the card receipt, that copy gets saved for accounting records. Which means we have a trace." Niall had a smug grin on his face.

"Send me the name of the bar and the time that card went through the machine, good work Niall." Harry patted Niall on the shoulder one last time before bolting out the room with Liam on his trail.

"So you need this for what exactly?" The bar maid asked, long blonde hair pulled over one shoulder. Apparently she had been the one working the night Alexandra got kidnapped.

"We just need the information, the guy we're after is a suspect in an enquiry." Harry responded, not wanting to divulge any information to someone who didn't need to know.

"They guy that was here the other night, talking to the pretty red head right?" Harry nodded. It wasn't like he'd mentioned a murder enquiry. "He was hot, I'll give him that. Tall, dark, handsome; the whole package really." She shrugged nonchalant, pulling out the receipt from the draw having finally found the one she needed. "Styles." She handed the paper over. HHarry almost responded but stopped himself when he looked down at the paper in front of him. "Harry Styles is the name on the receipt." The bar maid smiled and walked off to attend to her boss whom had just called her over.

"Styles, why is your name on this receipt?" Liam asked, turning to face his partner.

"Obviously this guy just loves playing games." Harry responded, thanking the bar maid quickly, grabbed the paper and stormed out of the bar, slamming the door behind him.

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Okay guys another chapter for Nefarious! This may be the last update for it before Christmas, so Merry Christmas guys and Happy New Year!