Disclaimer: I do not own Fringe. It belongs to Fox.
She felt the crisp autumn breeze as it tickled her bare torso. Her blouse, torn open and covered in blood splatter (was it her own or the perp's? She wasn't sure), flittered in the harsh wind, revealing her nakedness and the glaring bruises that adorned her body.
Her head was throbbing and her back hurt as she shakily stood up and stumbled away from the corpse. She felt her head reel as scenes of what happened and did not happen went on instant replay in her mind.
Her stomach churned angrily.
She stumbled again and her legs began to buckle underneath her weight. In a flurry of dirty blond hair, she slumped against the hard brick wall of the deserted alley.
Panic began to rise and her pupils dilated.
"God," she whispered, head leaning against the wall.
She clutched her gun tightly. Her hand still tingled after firing a series of shots. The coldness of the metal pressed against her skin was slightly comforting.
Had she been without a gun, God only knew what might have happened to her.
Trying to calm her erratic breathing and her mile-a-minute heartbeat, her gaze directed towards the man who lay face down in his own pool of blood. Her stomach clenched and she suddenly choked on a sob.
Shit.
It was getting colder and she suddenly felt the faint beginnings of possible rain. Looking up, green eyes stared at the cloudy, willing it to rain.
'Clean me up.' Her mind reeled.
Shivering, her legs finally gave way under her and she slid painfully down the wall. She winced. Everything hurt. Everything.
Green eyes slid painfully back to the body. She just wanted to go home right now. Slip under her comforters and will everything away. Like she used to. Perhaps this was just a bad dream.
Spotting her phone, that must have fallen out of her pocket during the scuffle, she painfully crawled towards it. Making a grab for it, she then slumped against the dumpster.
Fumbling with the phone, she quickly dialed a number and exhaled loudly.
"Hello, Boston PD, state your emergency,"
She breathed and green eyes stared at the corpse, and fear slowly started to rise. Images danced before her eyes and she choked. Closing her eyes, the images stopped and she swallowed the lump in her throat.
"This is Olivia Dunham, I'd like to report a crime,"
"Agent Dunham?" repeated the officer on the line, recognition and confusion clearly in his voice.
"There has been a homicide and rape incident," she opened her eyes and looked at the sky. It was going to rain any minute, she thought.
"Agent Dunham? Homicide? Rape?" repeated the officer, again clearly confused. "The victim?"
There was silence for a second, as Olivia watched the dark sky. Closing her eyes, she finally felt something wet slide down her cheek. Must be rain, she mused.
"Me,"
Author's note: This is my first take on Fringe fanfiction. I hope whatever I wrote as the first chapter got your interest. I'm exploring some areas here and there, and I'm interested in the character developments as the story will progress. Let's see where this one will go, shall we?