Okay, so the first chapter is entirely way too short, I know, but I just needed to set the mood. I promise, the others will be substantial. Oh, and I don't own law and order…although I kinda wish I did. That would be cool. Yep.
Sweat trickled down the crevices of her breasts as she slept. For two weeks she'd had the same reoccurring nightmare but had no idea what it meant. She wanted it to stop and tried everything in her will power to find a way. At one point she even refused to sleep, living solely off the power of Caffeine. That proved to be a bad idea, though, when she accidentally snapped at one of her rape victims late one night. "You WILL press charges" She had commanded. "And you WILL stop wasting my time. You're not the only one with an agenda, you know" The words played off like a movie in her mind, each reel pushing itself closer to her mind when she only wanted it to move farther back. She'd apologized, of course, and tried to explain her situation without sounding like a nut case, but that was no excuse for her inappropriate behavior.
"Do you believe in God?"
What kind of question was that? Of course she believed in God. She had no other hope but God when it came right down to her situation. If she chose not to believe, she would die. The water would eventually seep into her car, which had just been hijacked and driven off Manhattan Bridge, and soon she would drown. If she chose to believe, well it couldn't hurt matters- at best she'd at least make it into Heaven, or whatever majestic land awaiting her shortly after death.
She shot up, breathing deeply and now wide awake and trying desperately to catch her breath. Who was this woman? Casey had no clue, but saw her come closer and closer to death each time she closed her eyes. In the pit of her stomach she felt close to this woman who frequented her dreams each night; it was almost as if she knew her. Or did she? Was this woman somebody Casey was supposed to help? She had never doubted that people come into one another's lives for a reason. Casey couldn't help but wonder if she was supposed to meet this woman only to help her; to warn her.