Fly on the Wall
Living victims eventually smile again. Dead people don't.
Chapter One
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters; I simply borrowed them for entertainment purposes
Author's Note: This is my first fan fiction so I apologize if it does not meet expectations. I would appreciate any reviews and constructive criticism so that I can improve as a writer. Plus, it would be nice to know what people think.
You might say that I am jealous. Or paranoid. Maybe insecure or off the mark or immature. Perhaps you would go so far as to say that I am completely ridiculous. I know that sometimes, I think that I am. But then I stand back, and reevaluate, and think that maybe, just maybe, I am right on target. I'll let you be the judge.
I have worked for New York's finest for over a decade, most of that time spent as a detective in the Special Victims Unit. Many people don't understand why I do what I do – I mean, Sex Crimes? Crimes Against Children? But someone has to do it right? Plus, I don't want to work in homicide. Dealing with nothing but dead bodies day in and day out sounds so depressing. Living victims eventually smile again. Dead people don't.
I love my job, but I am trying not to let it consume me. I don't want it to be my entire life. I don't want it to come between me and my family. Well, not anymore. It did once. It cost me my wife. And custody of my kids. I spent all my time at work, on the streets or in the precinct, and somewhere along the way, I failed to notice my wife's attention wander, her devotion disintegrate, her fire for me extinguish. Then one day, she packed up and left. Took the kids. Sure, I still see them every other weekend and at big events, but its not the same. Now, I have a new wife, a new baby, a whole new family, and I am determined to not let my job interfere again. Its an effort, but I make it. Besides, while I do love my job, my office environment can drive me a little crazy.
And that is what this whole rant is about. That is what I meant before when I told you that you might call me jealous or paranoid or any number of unfavorable adjectives. But let me tell you about my office environment before you jump to any conclusions. Maybe once I tell you how I feel and what I see around me, I will change my own opinion of myself. Maybe I will even smile again.