This is my new story. It came to me earlier. The season finale of Without A Trace kinda inspried it but that won't come in until later. I know my other story was neglected but I lost feeling in it and I need to figure out where to go with it. But this I will update very often. I know what I want to happen and hopefully you'll like it. Thanks!
The past four years have been the best of my life. I met Jason right out of the academy and we hit it off instantly. He was a couple years older then me but it didn't bother us. He was also higher in rank. Luckily, we were going to two different places. His heart in Special Victims and mine was in Homicide. We dated for just over two years before he proposed. I was over the moon. He was the only man I could see myself with. He was smart, funny and an amazing officer. Not to mention good looking. We had a pretty short engagement compared to others. Seven months after he proposed we were married. That was only about a year ago. And we were still as happy as the day we first met. Our schedules were conflicting but we made time for one another. We left work and work and personal issues and home. We didn't work together but there was the odd occasion that he was at my crime scene or in the lab.
My friends and family loved him too. My mom was smitten the moment she saw him. Most of my friends worked with me. They worked in the lab or worked in Homicide with me. My closest friend was Don Flack. He was my partner too. We had worked together since I became a detective. We loved working together and everyone else loved it too. We swept up every case with ease. It was natural being with him. Something you don't have to get used to or try to work out, it already was. He was everything. He was there for me professionally and personally. When things got rough between me and Jason, Don was there. Not that he knew anything about being married or having a serious relationship but he was there. He was my rock and I was his.
"Sara, earth to Sara." I heard a voice say. I turned in my seat to see Stella smiling a me.
"Hey. Sorry, I guess I kinda zoned out there for a minute. What's up?" I asked her as she sat on the edge of my desk.
"I see that. I'm about to go to lunch, you wanna come with?" she asked.
"Sure just let me leave Don a note." I told her. I grabbed a pen and sticky note and scribble a few words on. I reached over and stuck it on his desk.
"Out to lunch." Stella read out loud. "How original, Sara." she laughed. I poked her arm and left. We walked a few blocks to a tiny café and walked in. We sat at the farthest table in the back like usual.
"So how are you feeling?" she asked when we sat down. Lately, I had been really sick and moody. She was dead set that I was pregnant. But I hadn't missed my period.
"Fine. I'm not pregnant, Stel." I smiled at her. She waved her finger at me and shook her head.
"You won't know until you find out. I've offered to buy you a test and Hawkes has offered to do the test for you. It's simple. Pee in a cup and stick a stick in. Boom! There ya go." she told me crossing her arms.
"Danny's rubbed off on you. You better ask for some time off." I laughed. She rolled her eyes and sipped her coffee. "If it gets any worse I'll do something. But I'm not late and wasn't late last month either."
"Doesn't mean anything. But you need to find out soon whatever it is. You're cranky and throwing up every 10 minutes." she teased.
"Alright. I get it. I've been a bitch." I told her. She smiled at me and set her cup down.
"So what if you are?"
"Then I am." I said simply. She raised an eyebrow and glared at me. "Well, then I'll tell Jason and we'll be happy. That's it."
"So you'd be okay if you were." she asked.
"Yeah. Of course. It's mine and Jason's baby. We've talked about kids. We want them. If it happens, it happens. We just don't wanna push it or jinx it." I told her. She nodded and leaned back when the waitress set our food down. The chatter died down as we ate. I felt my phone ring when we were about to eat. I smiled at the ID and slipped it open.
"Hey, hon." I answered.
"Hey, baby. What are you doing?" Jason asked.
"Having lunch with this really hot guy." I teased. Stella looked up and stiffled a laughed.
"Oh really. Is it Don? I mean, I know he's better looking than me but he's your partner. That could cause problems." he joked back.
"No, it's not Don. No, I'm having lunch with Stella." I told him.
"So she's a man? Damn, someone better tell Mac." he laughed. I choked on my coffee and coughed. Stella looked at me weird and continued to eat.
"It's not like that. They are friends." I told him. Everyone thought Mac and Stella were an item but they weren't. They wanted to but both were too afraid to risk their friendship.
"I know. I was just calling to say hello and tell you that I love you."
"I love you too." I smiled. Stella made a gagging noise and I threw a straw at her.
"Well, I'm about to leave. We gotta raid to go to."
"Alright. Be careful. Make sure you wear a vest." I warned him. He chuckled and agreed. We hung up and I finished me lunch.
"He going on a raid or something?" Stella asked.
"Yeah. Let me pay this time. You always end up paying." I begged her. She sighed and put her wallet up. I squealed and threw some money on the table. As we walked out of the café my pager phone went off again. This time it was Don.
"What?" I answered.
"You know what? I'm tired of this, Sara. When your husband calls your all sweet and sexy but when I call I get the wicked bitch of homicide." he said in a serious tone.
"That's because he's my husband." I answered smiling.
"So I spend more time with you than he does. I can at least get a little something he does." he said. I could already the big grin plastered on his face.
"Not even in your dreams, Donnie." I told him as we walked back to the station. Stella was laughing next to me.
"Well, apparently you don't know much. Cause you're in all my dreams, doll."
"Whatever, Don. Did you call to tell me something or just to gross me out?" I asked. I was shocked when he hung up. I looked at the phone and closed it. I nearly jumped when tow arms went around me and picked me up.
"Both!" Don yelled when he picked me up. Stella laughed and walked into the station.
"Bye guys! Thanks for lunch, Sara." she said. I waved and turned around to hit Don. He laughed and pushed me to the car.
"You're an ass, you know that?" I told him as I got in the car.
"See?! You can't say you don't want me. You talk about my ass more than anyone I know. I'm gonna tell Jason." he joked. I looked over at him and smirked. I leaned over and ran my finger down the back of his neck. I felt him stiffen and grip the wheel.
"You're right, Don. I've been lying to myself this whole time. It's not Jason I want, it's you." I said seductively in his ear. He smirked and bit his lip.
"You better stop or I'm gonna get hit." he told me starting the car.
"Jason won't hit you. I was just joking."
"I know you were joking and I know Jason wouldn't hit me. I was worried about you hitting me." he told me. I looked over at him confused.
"Why would I hit you?" I asked. He looked over at me and grinned. "Tell me. What were you gonna try to kiss me or something?" I asked again. Still silence and a grin. "You wouldn't do that. I'd hit you." I said. He looked over and me and I made an O shape with my mouth.
"Exactly." he said. I reached over and slapped his arm. We drove to the crime scene and got out. We walked over to the yellow tape and crawled under it. We looked over at the body and cringed.
"Ummm where's her head?" I asked looking over at the officer that had arrived first. He just shrugged and walked away. I looked at Don who was tilting his head to the side.
"Looks like out killer gotta head start." he said. I gapped at him and smacked him again.
"Donald! That was wrong." I told him trying not to laugh. He smiled over at me and that was it. I laughed a little and shook my head. "Show some respect." I told him. He laughed and walked over to the boy who found the body. A few minutes later Mac and Danny showed up.
"Sara! What do we have?" Danny called out to me.
"Don't know. Ask Mr. Insensitive over there." I said pointing to Don. He glared at me and walked over.
"Are you being insensitive, Flack?" Danny asked smirking at me. Mac shook his head and kneeled down to the body.
"I only said our killer had a head start. Then she got a riled up." He defended himself. Mac and Danny laughed and started to process.
"So what have you got, Don?" Mac asked.
"Well, the head his MIA. Boy over there, Randy Wise, found the body around two hours ago. Called 911 and Officer Mitch responded. No ID, no back pack, nothing. I got the boy's statement and number. But so far this looks like a Jane Doe." he told them. Mac nodded and started bagging things as Danny snapped a few pictures.
About an hour later we headed back to the lab. I walked into the trace lab where Stella was and sat on the stool next to her.
"Hey. Heard you had a headless body?" she asked.
"Yeah. Rather disturbing." I told her. She laughed and stepped away from the microscope.
"Anything to go on?" she asked slipping off her gloves.
"Nope. No ID. Nothing. And Don was making wise cracks the whole time." I told her as we walked out.
"Oh lord. I can only imagine what he said." she laughed.
"Oh, get ready. He told me the killer had a head start." She laughed and shook her head.
"Well, it is funny. But he has a bad sense of timing when it comes to joking." she told me. I nodded and walked into Mac's office.
"Anything yet?" I asked.
"Not yet. Adam is running DNA and Danny is going though trace. Was Alexander Johns alibi ever checked for the W. 34th case?" he asked opening another case file.
"Yeah. He was at this diner in Queens. Cook said he was there for about two hours." I told him.
"Two hours?" he asked rasing an eyebrow.
"They were busy. Said the waitress messed his order up twice." I explained. His phone rang and he looked up at me.
"Adam's got something." We stood up and walked out. "So how are you feeling?"
"Stella's been talking, huh?" I laughed.
"Stella's always talking." he teased.
"I'm fine. I told her if it got any worse that I would go get checked out." I told him. He nodded and we walked into the room where Adam was.
"Adam, whatcha got?" I asked throwing an arm around him. He smiled and handed me and Mac a sheet of paper.
"DNA from the vic says it's Rachel Kennedy. Spent three years in prison for molesting her students." Mac read out loud.
"Damn. When did she get out?" Danny asked walking in. I looked at my paper.
"Two days ago. TOD was late last night. Someone was waiting for her." I said. Mac nodded his head and looked out the door past me. I turned around and noticed Jason captain and the chief walking toward us in dress blues. We walked out the room and Mac spoke up.
"To what do I owe this pleasure?" Mac asked. Him and the chief never got along. Everything was fine and dandy as long as chief stayed out of the lab.
"My business is not with you, Taylor. It's with Detective Sara Callahan." he said turning toward me. I looked past him and saw Don running over to me with a white face.
"What about?" I asked shakily. I watched as they took their hats off and bowed their heads.
"Mrs. Callahan, I'm sorry to have to inform you but your husband, Detective Jason Callahan, was killed today. I'm very sorry for your loss." the chief said. I looked over to Jason's captain and he had tears in his eyes. I felt my body shake and I didn't even notice when the shrill scream escaped my mouth. I felt my legs give out and started to fall. Only the floor didn't catch me. Don did. He held me close and sat on the floor with me.
"I'm sorry, Sara. I tried to get here before they did. I swear I tried." he said holding my face to his chest as I sobbed. I felt Mac and Adam kneel next to me and rub my back.
"Get out of my lab." I heard Mac say to the two men that had given me the news. I heard high heels click the floor and felt Stella wrap her arms around me and Don. I felt her tears on me neck as she hugged me.
"It's gonna be okay. I'm here. Don's here, we're all here. You'll be okay. I promise." she told me. I continued to grip on to Don's shirt and buried my face in his chest further. I heard my captain walk over and pat my back.
"Don, take her to your place. I'll get you're cases taken care of if I have to do it myself. Make sure she's ok." he told Don.
"Can you walk?" Don asked me softly. I nodded and slowly stood up. I had Don on one side and Stella on the other as I made my way down the hallway to the elevators. We walked out the elevator and to the door. I saw all the looks people gave me. Looks os sadness, pity and pain. That made it worse. When the fresh air hit me I cried all over again. My legs gave out again and Don picked me up and carried me to the car. Stella buckled me up and kissed my head. She told Don something but I wasn't sure what. I looked out the window as Don drove to his apartment.
He was gone. Jason was dead. My husband...My heart...
Please leave me a review and let me know what you think. Good or bad, I can take it. Just let me know. Thanks for reading. FYI Sara is 28. Jason was 31. Don is 30.