This is my second fanfiction and I have most of it written already, but I'll be happy if I get some story suggestions. I will continue posting chapters even if everyone hates it :-) Please remember to review.
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Christmas eve. The station was empty except for two detectives sitting at their desks.
Head detective Carlton Lassiter and his partner Junior detective Juliet O'Hara was just about to finish up the paper-works of a particularly tricky case involving a cold-blooded serial killer and seven victims. Juliet had taken it real hard, but she didn't show it. But Lassiter knew that the real reason for her wanting to eat alone was that she couldn't take a bite from her food and didn't want anyone to see it. He threw a worried eye on her and Juliet was getting pretty annoyed by that. She was fine, and didn't know why he was acting the way he was.
"I'm finished. Let's go home."
Lassiter closed his file and put it in his briefcase.
"We can finish this up tomorrow."
"Tomorrow's Christmas day, Carlton. Nobody works then."
"I do."
Juliet rolled her eyes at him and closed her file too.
"Okay, everyone except for you has a day off tomorrow."
They got to the parking lot and Juliet wished Lassiter a merry Christmas which answered with an "Aha".
"Now, are you sure you're fine O'Hara? You sound a little off today."
Lassiter eyed her and threw his briefcase in the back of the car.
"Carlton, I'm fine. Don't be stupid. Goodbye!"
Juliet got into her car and didn't wait for a response. In the rear-view window she saw Lassiter still stand by his car and looking at Juliet as she drove off.
Juliet was just in time to get stuck in the worst case of traffic of the day.
"Oh great." She muttered and leaned back in her seat.
"I'm going to spend Christmas eve stuck halfway home."
After about forty minutes Juliet had gotten just a few meters further and she was getting very grumpy. The sun had set a long time ago and the streetlights were still switched off. Juliet, who wasn't a big fan of the dark, tried to put on some music but she didn't get a good reception.
"It's okay."
She told herself.
"I'm a grown woman and when you're a grown woman, you don't get afraid of the dark."
The dark seemed to close up on her and all her thoughts where spinning around in her head.
She was getting more and more upset and she forgot everything about keeping her head cold and staying calm under pressure. She couldn't breath and had to get some air.
When the traffic started moving one hour later, Juliet had worked herself up pretty good. The only clear thought in her head was that she had to get home. She stepped on the gas still getting more panic-stricken by the second. She started to get light-headed and was struggling to keep her eyes and focus on the road.
Serial killer, murderer, Christmas...
every crime scene from their last case were getting stronger and stronger in her head and suddenly her hands started to tremble and before she pulled her car over, she fainted. The car went of the road and hit a tree.
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