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Suburban Deception-Chapter 1
So this is my second fanfiction, and I really wanted to write something about Wordy. I've been trying to think of something to write for him (I wish he had more story-lines in the show to give me some ideas!) I'm not sure how this is going to turn out, might be longer, might just be a one shot, either way, I'd love your feedback. P.S. I don't own anyone that you recognize and I don't know how anything works in Canada.
Quiet suburban areas are often the most deceptive. If you live in a city you know to look out for alleys, teenagers with their pants too low and the hoods too high, the kids on the corner with less than innocent intentions and sales practices. In rural areas you're acutely aware of everything around you because it's supposed to be silent. A truck in the middle of the night is not a good sign, neither is an open gate, lights on in the dead of night, all things out of the ordinary. But in the suburbs, ordinary is tough to determine. The guy next door might be a normal family, but maybe that babysitter is getting with the husband, the pool boy with the wife, maybe the kid who knocks on your door selling cookies is hiding the bruises under that uniform. It was the suburbs that had that deceptive calm, the calm before the storm.
There wasn't really much that would surprise a seasoned police officer, very little that would surprise a member of the elite SRU, and even less that would surprise officer Kevin Wordsworth, Wordy. I've seen it all. He thought to himself as he ran down the sidewalk of his neighborhood. It was nearly midnight, not quite the average time for a run, but with the shifts that Wordy worked, no one would be especially shocked to see him running down the street at any hour. It had been a particularly tough day for him. Families, kids and wives, always got to him, made him particularly angry. It was a combination of things, his family always came to mind when he had any cases like today, and then Shelly's past made him particularly attentive to domestic violence. He was thinking through the case again, playing it over in his head. The debrief had not helped in the slightest, he knew there was something else he should have been able to do for them...there had to be something he did wrong that could have led to what happened but he couldn't figure it out.
He was running faster now, trying (and failing) to get away from his thoughts. He was breathing heavily, almost tripping over his feet as he sprinted, throwing his head back and just running, exhaling small yells of anger. When he was on the verge of passing out he slowed, coming to a stop and putting his hands on his knees, he leaned over trying to even his breathing. It was in this moment that he thought he heard a ruffling behind him. He was too breathless to turn around but he consciously cleared his head and listened. He slowly turned, not raising his head much as he tried to let the dizziness pass. He saw a squirrel running up a tree and smiled to himself, I'm way too paranoid.
He took a seat on the curb, deciding that he would wait until he was sure he could make it home without falling over himself with dizziness. He looked out over the quiet neighborhood, he was a few miles from his own home, but this area was generally very good. He'd looked into extensively before buying the house. It was a bit pricey for his salary, but completely worth it to assure a safe neighborhood for his and girls. He thought it was time to get up, it was about 12:45 and though he knew his wife and kids were asleep, he didn't want to leave them for too long, he had very little time with them to begin with.
He placed his hands on the curb with the intent of pushing himself up. Damn, I didn't realize how exhausted I was. He thought as he slowly talked to himself. Okay, on three I'm going to get up and walk home. One, two, three...um, four, five. He said actually pushing himself up this time. He laughed at himself and turned to walk home. He had only gone past a few houses when he realized that there was a light on in one of the houses he had just passed. That's weird. He said to himself, But then again it's probably just some teenager who's cramming for a test tomorrow. Stop being so paranoid! He chastised himself. He stood looking at the house for another moment then turned his back to continue his slow walk. He had barley moved ten feet when he heard the distinct sound of a gunshot ring out and disturb the calm silence of the neighborhood. In seconds he sprung into action, knowing what he needed to do.
I know these first chapters are short. They'll get longer as we go. Tell me what you're thinking.