I do not own Degrassi
Chapter One
"Hey! You've reached Clare; sorry I can't get to the phone right now, but if you leave your name, number, and message I will get back to you."
"Clare! Get your ass up now! We got some crazy guy threatening to kill his family! If you don't get up I will get you up! MOVE!"
"Ugh." Fuzzy curls emerge from the white sheets to get up and reach for the phone.
"Allie, I haven't slept an hour yet. Come on can you stall him just for a little bit?" She begs.
"No! Come on we got kids in there! Let's Go!" Allie scolds.
"Fine, I'm on my way. But only because there are kids in there."
Clare gets up and puts on some black sweat pants leaves her tank top and reaches for a light blue sweater. She ruffles her copper curls with moose and combs it down.
"Either way I still look like a zombie." Clare complains as she climbs into her car and slams her door shut.
Clare Edwards is a negotiator. Meaning she makes fucked up cowards who want to kill civilians for attention have a mental breakthrough and surrender to the police willingly without any harm done. With her always innocent and soft appearance she can pretend to put herself in their position and get them to give in. It's what she is good at so why not put it in affect.
Her best friend slash boss Allie is calm, cool, and funny off work hours and strict, hard, and mature off hours. Clare is on work hours so she is going to hear it from Allie when she gets to her destination.
"What's the story on this guy?" Clare asks as she gets out her car and jogs towards Allie.
"Well first off his name is Elijah Goldsworthy and that woman tied to the chair is his wife Julia."
"The kids?" Clare interrupts.
"They're not their kids. Julia was babysitting for the hysterical parents over there." Allie turns to the sobbing woman and the red faced husband.
"Anything I should know before I go in?" Clare asks while watching the man from the window. She can't see him but she can faintly see the scared faces of the two children and his wife.
"Clare, try not to get too touchy with this one. We sent Imogen in earlier and she put his hand on his shoulder then he went berserk and shot a hole through her hand." Allie informs her.
"Ouch." Clare states whilst squeezing her hand.
Clare begins to slowly make her way to the house but Allie stops her, "Clare, please be careful."
"I will, just watch out for me, Kay." Allie nods and Clare makes her way to the officer.
"Ms Edwards." He acknowledges before leading her to the back door so she won't startle Mr. Goldsworthy.
The officer carefully opens the back door and leads her inside. He hands her an ear piece and she puts it on before fixing her curls so it won't show.
"He tries anything, call." He advises.
Clare nods and makes her way inside.
"Eli, please." Clare can hear a woman whimper.
"SHUT UP, JULIA! I can't think when you keep talking!" She hears Eli yell.
"Please let the children go at least." She begs.
POW!
Clare is in the kitchen now and she lets out a loud gasp thinking he shot the woman.
"Warning shot. Phew!" Clare says lowly and relaxes.
Eli turns and sees her before aiming the gun at her.
"Well, well, well. You hear to tell me I have a whole life ahead of me and this is not the right way to let out my anger?" He cockily states before giving Clare a smirk.
"No I'm actually here to tell you to put the fucking gun down and let her and those kids go." Clare says somewhat shocked at the fact that she just used foul language towards a man with a gun.
"Why must you burst my bubble?" He lets out a twisted laugh.
"Just doing my job. Mr. Goldsworthy." Clare makes an attempt to lean against the kitchen entrance.
"Eli." He states, "What might your name be?" His question is said so smooth that Clare can't help but blush, like an idiot! She scolds herself.
"Clare." She responds with confidence.
"Most innocent name in the book." He laughs again.
"Do you happen to have that book? I'd like to see what your name is under." Clare says with a smirk.
"Alright, smart ass. Maybe I should go get it then." He challenges.
"Maybe you should." Clare says with a careless shrug of her shoulders.
"I like you. You're a lot more fun than that Moreno chick. It didn't take long to get her to cry." He approves.
"You shot her in the hand; did you expect her to laugh it off?" Clare defends.
"It's better than getting her disgusting blood all over my clothes." He says bluntly.
"Weird, I thought someone like you would enjoy that kind of thing." She is testing him in efforts of trying to read him.
"What do you mean someone like me?" He arches an eyebrow.
"You look like the type of guy that gets off thinking about blood and gore."
"No not even close, Clare. I get off thinking about girls like you, the cute and pure looking ones."
Clare scoffs," You realize you sound like a pedophile, right?"
Eli roars with laughter, "Clare, are you married?"
"No."
"Will you marry me?" He looks at her almost seriously.
"Tempting but you are already married." She pretends to pout.
"Oh, Julia here." He turns the chair Clare's direction so she can get a clear view.
"Please." Clare hears the woman choke out.
"Aw come on Jules. Tell Clare what you did to make me do all this." He lifts her head up and Clare can see the running eyeliner and mascara on the woman who just sniffles in response.
"Tell me, do you like stories Clare?"
"I don't mind." Clare replies unsure on where this is going.
AN: Okay so new story, if you liked it review and let me know same if you didn't. Had this idea about this plot for a while so I said, "Why not?"
Any who let me know if I should continue.