Not Dealing
She sat at the table in the layout room, her eyes trained on the white board in front of her at the photos of the three young children that had been so tragically killed. Her eyes shifted to the crime scene photos, blood splattered the walls and bedding. She remembered that scene. She had never felt so sicken by a crime scene before, never in her four years of being in Homicide.
Her eyes shifted back to the photo of the three children, all sitting together, smiles on each of their faces. Her eyes filled with tears.
She couldn't stand being in this room for any longer.
Quickly she rose from her seat, Matt asking her what was wrong, Duncan and Simon simply watching her hasty retreat.
She found herself in an interview room, loud sobs now wracking her small frame.
Images of the three children on a slab down in the morgue flashing through her head. She just sobbed harder, wishing the images would stop.
She didn't know how, but her sidearm had found its way into her hand.
"Jen!" Came the panicked yell from Matt. "Put the gun down, please Jen, this isn't the way to end it." He pleaded as he watched the woman that he had come to love slowly start to raise the gun.
"I just can't do with this anymore, Matt, I just can't deal with it." She raised the Glock to her temple.
"I'm sorry Matt." She whispered before pulling the trigger before Matt could reach her.
Finally she felt at peace.