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Summary: Just a quick flashback to a night of Ana-Lucia's life when she plucks up the courage to do something she's been avoiding. Inspired by the Intro to Queen's Bohemian Rhapsody.
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Officer Cortez sat in a grimy bar staring at the beer in front of her. She absent-mindedly put her hand to her abdomen, remembering what had happened. She felt the gun still at her hip, remembering what she had just done. A new song came on the jukebox in the corner, and when the lyrics started they spoke to her, as if it was just about her.
Mama, I just killed a man; put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger now he's dead
It was that old Queen song, Bohemian Rhapsody. The one she'd always heard as a kid. Like every teen, she'd loved that song, and the group. It had been the popular thing for quite a while.
The song had moved on, but Ana-Lucia's thoughts strayed back to what she'd done. He deserved it, she told herself for the thousandth time. He shot her, and made her miscarry. He had killed her child. He deserved it. He deserved it. He deserved it…
Enough!
Sitting here was not going to change anything. She had to do something. She had to tell her mother what had happened. She downed the rest of her beer, stood up, and headed for the door. She walked to her mother's house – she hadn't taken her car – and the cold night air sobered her up and gave her a chance to think.
She got to her mother's quite late, but knocked on the door anyway. Teresa Cortez came to the door in her pyjamas and slippers, with a dressing gown hurriedly thrown on.
"Ana? What are you doing here so late?"
"Mom, I need to tell you something."
"What, honey? What's wrong?"
"I did something I shouldn't have, but you mustn't tell anyone."
"Okay, Ana, I won't tell. What happened?"
"You asked me about that guy, Jason Alder."
"Yes."
"Mom, I… I…"
"What did you do to him, Ana?"
"It was me who shot him."
"Oh, Ana."
"You won't tell, will you?"
"Of course not. I wouldn't inform on my only daughter. There's no evidence pointing to you. It'll just be another unsolved murder in LA. God knows there are enough of them."
"Thanks for listening, Mom. But, there's something else. Tomorrow, I'm going to quit. I can't be a cop any more. I'm going to go find another job somewhere else. I just wanted to give you some warning."
"Are you sure about this? Maybe you should think about it some more."
"I've thought about it plenty. I know what I'm doing. Goodnight, mother." With that, Ana-Lucia stormed out, slamming the door behind her.