<div class="floatright">(http://www.freecomputerdesktopwallpaper.com/new_wallpaper/Jensen_Ackles_Handsome_Men_freecomputerdesktopwallpaper_p.jpg)</div>Dylan flashed his badge, a grin in place at getting to use it. It felt official now, a real agent. All the studying and seclusion, all for that little joy of flashing a badge saying he was of authority, even over local law enforcement. It made him feel great, giddy to the point of nearly vibrating with excitement. Almost like his first blowjob, except he really hoped not for some messy results. As he thought this, he followed Sarah, unable to help that his eyes drifted down to her rear-end.<br/><br/>When she mentioned for him to look first, his eyes shot up to look at her in surprise. With a wide grin, he pointed to the body. "I get the honors?" Walking over, careful not to step in any fluids or on any debris. Wouldn't do to muck up the scene of the crime. He pulled a small black wallet from an inner pocket of his blazer and pulled two latex gloves out.<br/><br/>Dylan slipped the gloves on as he crouched low, arms resting on his knees, he pointed at the body. "He was stabbed... about eight times, I'd say. Can't see his back. Which if this is a serial case, probably a stab or two in the back, either from catching him off guard or as he tried to escape." Glancing over at Sarah and Ryan, he shrugged a little. "Can't tell if he smells of alcohol, cause he smells too much like urine... but that happens when you die... and I'm not into smelling mouths."<br/><br/>Reaching down to grasp the man's wrist, he lifted the hand and looked at the nails, getting them kind of close to his face. "Minimal junk under the nails. Mostly dirt, not a very hygienic thing if you ask me, but looks like there might be some other matter there." Lowering the hand, he got up and looked around the area, trying to spot anything useful.