That Cat Is Weird
Part 1 - Blue
Chapter 1
Leaves
note:
Okay, I wrote this a long time ago, maybe a year. It was after the last episode of season 5 I guess. When Holly left.
So it's taking place somewhere between the start and the end of season 5 and there's not going to be any changes regarding to season 6 actual story. I think I remember placing the story line around a day or few weeks after the wedding thing. So Holly kissed Gail but they're not together yet.
I finished Part 1 so every chapter from that part are going to come easy …
But I haven't finished Part 2 and also I have a lot of work and other writings, so I'm going to be slower after chapter 17 or so …
You've been warned.
Disclaimer
The original characters are from Rookie Blue tv show and therefore don't belong to me, however "Blue" is mine and so are those words and I will not consent to their use in any commercial way. This is a free story I wrote it that way and I want it to stay that way.
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(1) Leaves
The first thing the cat could remember was the smell of leaves. Autumn. And voices. The cat knew who she was supposed to find and how. It was, though, a big city. A very big city. And she was a small cat. Yet she marched and after almost an entire day, hours of walking, she found what she was there for. There was a dead body-person laying there. Other persons were taking leaves out of the corpse. By moving them the smell began to be louder. The cat liked it. It was a nice smell. Leaves.
The cat was sad for the corpse though.
She could hear the persons talking. Humans. That's it. Persons. She, was not. A person, that is. She was. She had no idea exactly. A cat. Obviously. But she had not a single idea of what it meant. Being a cat.
Just words.
The persons invented them. Words. But she felt that words couldn't really define the whole world. Just theirs. Not hers. Her world didn't need meaning.
- White male, around twenty-twenty five. A lot of blood and fight marks. Several wounds on the abdomen, could be gunshots.
The girl was saying. It was a brown haired girl. Woman. Whatever. She had a green coat and glasses on. A pony tail. The cat didn't like the sound of it. "Pony tail".
Lame. Bad word.
In the dark falling, camouflaged by the shadows and the bushes the cat was watching them spinning around this poor dead person. The cat licked slowly her left hand. No, not hand. Persons didn't call it a hand.
Bah. She wasn't. A person. A cat. She was a cat she liked the idea of it. Being a cat. The word sounded right.
- Nash? Are yah' l'right?
Asked another one. A man. Well. A male anyway, she could tell that much.
- I'm alright, yeah … thanks Dov. Any words from 27 Division? Gail?
- No. Nothing yet.
Dov? What kind of a name was that!? Wondered the cat.
Lame.
Poor one.
She almost felt sorry for him.
He looked concerned about the one he called Nash. She was nice, decided the cat. Something was calling inside of that person a whole world of broken minds and laughing for nothing. The cat decided she liked that sweetness melted in concern and strength leaking out of this Nash person.
She was worried about the corpse. And about something else.
- We'll find her... We will. Tracy.
-It's been eighteen hours Chloe... And a half.
Nash and green-coat were staring at each other. They looked very worried. The night was falling. The cat was relieved that she found the right person.
They started bagging the corpse. That was mind blowing. Why on earth would they put a person into a bag?!
- I'll meet you at the station OK? I have my car so, I'm going to set the table ready and all...
Said green-coat to Nash.
- Sure. OK. Thanks Holly. It's...
- No problem.
Green-coat smiled and lightly pressed her hand against Nash's shoulder, nodding.
Comfort. Humans, sometimes, still used contact comforting. Sometimes they were remembering they were animals too. No words.
No need.
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I will post another chapter tonight or tomorrow, as soon as I have mend any orthographic mistakes left and layout.