Chakotay watched in horror as he saw the glint of a dagger. He stood there frozen for a second. He had to watch. He watched as his little girl, Amber, was brutally killed in the middle of a busy New York street. He felt the anger flare inside of him when the assailant repeatedly removed the blade and pushed it back inside her. His blood boiled… He could feel the anger and fear bubbling away inside him. Amber fell in a crumpled heap on the floor; a pool of crimson blood around her. Her chest heaving up and down, as she couldn't get enough oxygen in to her system. Chakotay ran over to Amber, screaming out her name, he fell, into the blood, at her side. He grabbed hold of her palled hand. Hoping that a strong grip would keep her here. A trickle of blood escaped out of the side of her mouth. He pleaded with her for her to hold on. Then screamed for someone to call an ambulance. Telling her that it'd be all okay. But deep down, in the pit of his stomach he knew it wouldn't. An ambulance pulled up at the side of the street and footsteps could be heard running towards them, a man appeared. He spoke words that didn't comprehend in Chakotay's mind. He heard fragments of speech and a wailing siren over everything. But his mind was set on Amber; to keep her alive.
Once Amber was safely in the ambulance and being drove away to have her life saved, the CSI's came. Chakotay looked down at his hands. Her blood covered him up to his elbows. Tears welled in his eyes. He sat down on the curb. Not really knowing what else he could do. The first responder was still there, Chakotay knows that he was told his name, but in the shock of it all, he blocked it out. It began with a D… he remembers that. The guy is talking to someone, it catches Chakotay's eye when he's pointed at, but he can't be bothered to move. He's lost something that can't be replaced to day. And that hurts. Someone was walking towards him, he looks up for a second to see a curly haired woman; he didn't have the energy to stand back up. She looked at the man that was standing beside her and pointed over to Chakotay. He nodded. She walked with a big rectangular case in one hand.
"My names Detective Stella Bonasera," She said, "What's yours?"
"Chakotay." Chakotay said simply. He was still staring at the blood on his hands, thinking to himself that it's gonna be one hell of a stain. Still half terrified about what had happened. "I couldn't get to her in time, he just kept going, he kept stabbing her… I couldn't stop him… I don't even know what she did wrong. He only stopped and ran off because I'd seen him… If she doesn't survive… What am I going to tell her mother?"
"Are you her father?" Chakotay nodded. "Perhaps you could give us a name?"
"Yeah, her names Amber Janeway. She's 15 years old. And were new here," Chakotay says, "Please tell me… will she survive?" Stella's breath caught in her throat, she didn't know. She looked at him with sympathy.
"I don't honestly know… But I'm sure she's got people to hold on for…" Stella said as she walked away nodding at a uniformed police officer took over from her to take his statement.
As Stella walked away she noticed the tattoo on Chakotay's head. She wondered about it, but then she dismissed it. She walked over to her friend Mac Taylor. She smiled as she took a sample of the ruby red blood that covered most of the floor. Then Mac's phone bleeped.
"They lost her half way there, they're sending the coroner over to pick the body up, do you want to tell him or shall I?" He said, sighing at the text message. Stella looked across at the shocked man standing… waiting for any news what so ever. He needed to know.
"I'll tell him… he's had a bad day…" Stella straitened up and began walking over towards Chakotay. She didn't want to tell him, he'd been though a lot today, she could tell, his eyes seemed to speck though his eyes. Mac watched Stella tell him what had happened. He saw his head bow down at the news. Stella's hand rubbed his shoulder, her lips moved but no sound hit Mac's ears, she was too far away. Chakotay went to move away to go home, but he stopped to look at Mac, who was shocked to be able to see the haunted look in Chakotay's eye. And Mac knew he had to find the killer.
Not long after Chakotay left, it started raining. Ruining the evidence. Cutting some of the chances of finding the killer. But still they probably had enough to find him… or her. He looked over to Stella; her hair had become slick with the grimy New York rain, she hunched her shoulders, trying to keep her self warm… Her eyes were weighed down by the ever larger rain drops that fell on her eye lashes. She looked at him back.
"This wasn't forecast…" She says, her breath turning to mist, and the rain tearing though it, as though it was nothing more than paper.
"Let's get what we've got back to the lab…" Mac said before leading Stella back towards the SUV.
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