Touching Bates
The day was not over yet.
Norma Bates sighed tiredly as the big grandfather clock on her living room knocked twelve times. She had just returned to the Motel from a midnight rendezvous with the head of a local sex slave ring. The local sheriff and his crooked nose had killed the bad guy.
Death really seemed to follow her everywhere didn't he?
This was the second... no, third death since she opened the Motel. The first was the previous owner who bit the bullet when she stabbed him with a pair of scissors after he attempted to rape her.
The second death was a local deputy that she used to sleep with in order for him to keep her out of the investigation of the death of the previous owner of the Motel. How was she supposed to know that Deputy Shelby was involved in the prostitution ring?
"Why did I ever leave the OSC?"
She asked aloud, not expecting an answer. She used to be somewhat of a high profile cop once upon a time. She was a member of a pretty elite taskforce and had the biggest weirdo of the planet for a partner but she actually liked him.
Then ten years ago, she handed in her resignation. It was after a bad case and during it David had almost been killed, for the second time. As a result he decided to make up with his ex wife and their daughters.
Norma had not left much room for her boss to change her mind. She had even taken her husband's name legally after that. The husband and son, no one ever knew about, not even David, became her life.
The cop lady was no more.
She missed her old life though. The simplicity of being a wife and a mother, or lately just a mother, wasn't enough. She missed the danger, the way her blood pumped when she was on the chase. She supposed a part of that had retuned with the opening of the motel...
"It's not fun being on the other side"
She mused. Frankly it was more than obvious who had offed half the town's men and the only reason the local cops hadn't figured it out was that they were either incompetent fools or involved or both. After all 99% of the town's income came from the drug dealing ring and the Asian sex slave market.
Her musings were interrupted by the front door slamming closed.
"Norman, is that you?"
She called out making her way to the front room. Only it wasn't Norman.
"David?"
She whispered, and then she blinked rapidly and shook her head.
"Can I help you?"
"Is the motel down the cliff open for long time residents?"
The man drawled in a way that felt like an iced hand around Norma's heart. It also brought a smile on her lips. The first real smile in a very long time.
"No"
The man's light brown eyes saddened and he squinted to try and see Norma who was standing in the shadows.
"Not unless you pay me upfront and promise to help me clear out the weed people"
She added with a barely held up smile. The man grinned as Norma stepped forward
"You know I've been looking for you for five years now?"
He retorted. Norma rolled her eyes slightly
"You mustn't have been looking too hard Kreegen"
It was her turn to retort, her old defiance coming out again.
"Weed people huh?"
He asked and extended his right hand. Norma smiled widely and ignored the outstretched hand. A hand that wore no ring, she noticed, her smile widening even more.
Instead she stepped closer, put both arms around his neck and fixed his collar, like she did the last time the two saw each other in San Francisco Bay.
"Welcome to Bates Motel"
The End
