Rain
1. The Detective
He hated rain. It obliterated any potential evidence at a crime scene. Not that there was anything he was working on. Nothing challenging.
He hated it.
The oven timer buzzed behind him. He turned and pulled the baking sheet out, setting it on top. The two severed hands sat steaming. He gave a small, taut smile at the results.
At least the rain was good for something.
2. The Doctor
He didn't understand it. Two days ago, he had bought three gallons of milk and it had disappeared. He was sure that if he looked in his flat mate's room, there would be a whole stash of it he was hoarding just to tick him off.
Well, it was working.
He looked at the grocery list he had jotted down before he left. Eggs. They need those. Bread, cheese-
Crash! He had run his cart into a display of baked beans. Darn it.
He bent down to restack them. The rain was putting everyone on edge. It had been raining for most of the week, nonstop. Everyone went around in a bad mood.
He straightened up and looked at the two gallons of milk in his cart.
What the heck. He would buy out the entire store of he had to. He wasn't coming back to buy groceries for at least a week.
At least.
3. The Government
He stood under the awning of the office building. It was pouring rain, but he stood exactly four inches from where the rain hit the pavement so he would not get wet. He had an umbrella, but it stayed rolled up at his side. Only his brother knew what was in it, and even then he didn't know the entire truth.
To be honest, it was sort of like his security blanket. He felt somewhat protected that something so ordinary could be so deadly.
The valet brought his car around and stopped right in front. He waited six seconds, then walked briskly around the front of the car, opened the door, and got in.
He did not open his umbrella.
There were 264 raindrops on his gray suit. I t would take about ten minutes for them to fully evaporate.
He drove on, windshield wipers on at full speed. This rain was going to make him late to the meeting, which he couldn't afford to miss.
Some people would be wishing that the traffic lights would change in their favor. He reached for his cell phone. He could make it happen.
For himself.
4. The Inspector
He stood at the window of his office, watching the rain come down in curtains. There had been ten messages on his office phone, four on his cell, and more kept calling. All were people who were going to be late, or not make it at all. There was apparently some flooding on some side streets due to the excess rainwater. The sewers couldn't hold it all.
Not that he minded. He actually liked the rain. It was sort of calming and rhythmic in sound. If it was up to him, he would be home watching the telly right now.
He turned and looked at his desk, covered in paperwork, case files, and newspapers. He sighed. Then he had an idea.
A few minutes later, the sergeant came in. "Sir, there's-" She stopped. Her boss had moved his chair to the other side of his desk so he was facing the window. She slowly walked out and left him alone.
For the rest of the day.
5. The Criminal
He liked the rain. Admittedly, it wasn't raining where he was now, but he still liked it. He knew it was raining where his archenemy lived. He knew that he hated the rain for the same reason he liked it. Which was why they were so perfect for each other.
He shifted slightly in his chair and winced. True, he had come away with several scratches from their last meeting, but nothing that couldn't be healed in time. In time.
He smiled, looking over his steepled fingers. "I'm waiting." he said to the open air.
No one responded.