Hey everyone. I have become increasingly obsessed with CSI: Crime Scene Investigation, NY and Miami and have been toying with this idea for a while.
Please let me know if you think I should continue to post this story. I have a few chapters written up already, I just need to copy them to Word.
Enjoy!

It's a Cruel World.

Prologue.

Gunfire rained down upon us. I drew my pistol as I crouched down behind a police cruiser. Glass shattered and fell down around me as a bullet ripped through the supposed shatter-proof material. I scrabbled to protect my evidence from the offending shards. The life of a crime scene investigator was a tough, and sometimes perilous one, but I wouldn't swap my job for the world. I loved it. It was my life, until it all came crashing down.

It was during said gunfire that it happened. I watched him fall. Crashed to the ground like a discarded ragdoll.

Jake.
My partner.
My friend.
My lover...

"JAAAAAKE!" I screamed.

Throwing all reckless abandon to my own safety, I sprinted across to where he lay. Shots whizzed past my head as fellow officers yelled at me to get down. I stumbled slightly as pain ripped through my right calf. I had been hit by a stray bullet, but nothing would stop me from getting to him.

I discarded my gun as I fell to my knees beside him. "Jake? Jake, baby please. Jake. Open your eyes for me. Jake!" I sobbed, as I cradled his head in my lap. Blood poured from a bullet hole under his left armpit. One of the many places a bullet-proof vest doesn't protect. I pressed my hand against the wound in an attempt to stem the bleeding. My tears splashed down upon his forehead and he flickered his eyelids.

"Jake, please open your eyes baby. Help is on its way. Hold on." I stroked his hair with my free hand and his eyes flickered again.

"Bell..." His tongue darted out to wet his lips and I saw they were streaked with blood. "Bella...I...I...Love you." He gasped out and then went still. I watched helplessly as the life drained from his eyes. My big, protective, native american had gone. Sobs wracked my body as I cradled his in my arms. My hand still packed against the hole in his body, even though there was no blood left in him for me to stop. He had bled out. Here in the filty street as a battle went on around us. Help arrived, but it was too late. No one could bring my Jake back to me. No one.