Author: SavageWaters19
Rating: R and up
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters of BtVS, they all belong to Joss Whedon, and the Jaws theme is Peter Benchley's. The Jaws setting is basically an island off California, and I took the chief of police idea and the marine biologist - those are all Jaws. Other than that, the story's mind and such. Made up characters are mine as well.
Author's Note: Warning: Character Death!!!

Chief Rosenberg jogged into Sol Island's Police Station, met half way by Officer Harris.

"What did you find?" questioned Willow as she set a quick pace into the station, Xander following in step right behind her.

"I think the question is lack thereof," quipped Xander. Seeing his chief was less than amused, he continued, "We found the torso of a female, but the lower abdomen is badly cut and torn, so bad we almost couldn't tell if it was a female or not."

Willow frowned in thought. She gave Officer Harris a look of confusion. Picking up on the hint, he decided to explain further.

"A male's arm was found about half a mile towards the west after we discovered the female's body. To be honest Chief, I don't think they drowned," commented Xander.

"Let me look at the remains. I mean, there could be a chance that they were tangled in a boat propeller," Willow added, not convincingly. Officer Harris gave her a look of warning and almost said that she shouldn't, but Chief Rosenberg pushed past him before he could get out a syllable.

The smell when Willow first entered the observation room was foul. She had to take a step back out of instinct when she first smelled it. A biologist stood over a tub of something that Willow couldn't make out. The doctor was making notes and briefly looked up to acknowledge her presence. Willow walked over to see the contents of the tub. When she looked over, her breath caught in her throat.

What little remains she saw obscured in the container were shredded, torn, and bruised. Willow turned away momentarily to collect herself. Officer Harris joined her side and continued with the ghastly discloser.

"As you can see Chief, and forgive me for being blunt ma'am, but there is no way in hell that a boat propeller did this," he summarized.

Willow nodded slowly and turned to the examiner.

"Is there any way you can tell what species of shark caused this?" she asked, motioning to the remains when she said the word ‘this' to emphasize her point.

The man looked at her with a slightly shocked look, but it disappeared when he saw how serious Willow was.

"Well Chief Rosenberg, I would if I could, but I can't. Not my specialty, unfortunately for you. What you need is a marine biologist that specializes in ichthyology, more specifically sharks," he states matter-of-factly. Satisfied with his answer he wrapped up his conclusions and covered the container. He finished with a last look at Willow by saying, "Whatever did this though was a big one."

"Oh really, I thought it was small one," muttered Willow under her breath sarcastically.