The Horror Within
By Cael and Ryann
Disclaimer: We both wish that we did own it, but, sadly we don't. It's CBS's.
Summary: What happens when you get too introspective while working a case. Rated "M" for awkward situations for younger ones to read.
A/N: We suck at American spellings, as we are both Irish. We live in America, and my girlfriend is from here, so she checks it over for us. If it looks funny, sorry.
Prologue Part I
Drake McDowell ran down the alley as fast as he could. "Get back here you faggot!" came the shout from behind him. He had been caught stealing a gun from a pawn shop. It wasn't really worth it, but, damn did he need it. If those morons kept messing with him, they would get it. He scaled the brick wall at the end of the alley, and laughed. He was on the homestretch.
He got to his apartment building and went up the stairs taking three at a time. He opened the door, smelling the sweet scent of weed. He sighed, and went over to his best-friend who was passed out on the couch, taking the joint out of his hand. "Sorry man, no crack whores allowed." He lifted his buddy up off the couch, grumbling, and dropped him in the other room on the bed. "G'night Gavin. Have fun with colors," he said leaving. Then he left into the hot desert night.