So there's my first FanFiction. This idea has grown in my mind for around a month. It has become more intense since I found a thread on called 'Norman Jayden...' created by ZoeChar (if you ever read it, Zoe - best regards!). It's locked now but it's still a big pleasure to read. Seek and find it! ('cause somehow I wasn't able to paste a link down there)

As I wrote before, it's my first story. Please enjoy it and don't forget about reviews!

TheAga13

Disclaimer: I don't own Heavy Rain (including Norman) or Tomb Raider, or even PS3. But most of this story was created by me and that's abso-fucking-lutely mine!

Chapter 1

Not So Lucky Beginning...

1st October 2011

1:06 PM

Coming back home is never easy. But sometimes it brings relief. Especially after 6 months of digging in some god-forsaken place in Egypt, trying to find something valuable enough to prove yourself as a women who deserves calling her an archaeologist. Luckily, Lara was an archaeologist through and through. Bringing an ancient artifact with a prophecy about the end of the world made her proud and known - only because according to it the apocalypse was going to happen 348 years later than the closest date known now – 2012, I mean. But it didn't really matter. Still, it was a great achievement, a pass for Lara – it let her enter the world of 'big fishes': famous scientists, discoverers and anthropologists.

In just a few years she became one of the bests – wanted and needed. If any important discovery was made, she was there – and she loved it! Traveling became the indispensable part of her being. Yesterday India, today Peru and the Arctic tomorrow – that was the way she liked it.

Of course, establishing a family was nearly impossible with such a lifestyle. But it was no problem for Lara. She had her her mother and father, some friends and her boss - a good mate as well. That was enough. Lara was the type of girl who was unapproachable. She was rather reserved and she's never been in love. She simply reconciled to a thought about her in 50 years – old, lonely and sad. But for now she was too young to think about retirement. All she wanted was to lead a life full of adventured and adrenaline. Nothing more, nothing less.

These thoughts were with Lara all way back home. Riding her yellow Ducati Monster 1100 between cars was her favourite time to think. It came to an end as she parked right in front of her apartment on Galveston Ave. She cut the engine and slowly walked to main door of the building in front of her. Then she drew out her keys and used them on a lock. Lara came inside and immediately knew there was something wrong. The door to her apartment weren't completely closed. She opened them carefully and decided to call the police.

Half an hour later Lara saw car parking in an alley right next to her apartment. She came out and froze. She wasn't expecting a lieutenant to be sent to a burglary, especially THIS lieutenant.

"Good afternoon. Are you Miss Lara Croft?" she heard.

"Yes, that's me."

"Lt. Carter Blake, Philadelphia Police Department. You reported a housebreaking, right?"

Lara nodded.

"I'd like to see a crime scene."

"Of course. Follow me."

There was nothing that could surprise a young woman more than Carter Blake. She knew a lot about him; that he was ruthless and violent. She wasn't scared of him, though. She could deal with this sort of bastards.

"Wow" Blake whistled. "It's looking like after a fucking war."

Lara twisted her face hearing the f-word. She wasn't the cursing one. Sometimes she said 'damn' or 'dammit'. 'Hell' was in the use too. But the f-word was reserved for extremely high pressure situations. They were extremely rare, either. However, this time, she agreed with a policeman completely.

Everything was everywhere. Her books – about archeology and classic literature – were under her bed. DVDs were lying calmly in the sink and all TV cables were cut.

Lieutenant scratched himself in the head. "Who the hell could do something like this?"

Lara didn't know the answer so she said quietly "I haven't got the faintest idea."

"Well, of course you don't. Have you moved anything?"

"No, I haven't even touched anything."

"Good girl, good girl" Blake said, nodding and trying to collect evidence from her 'Pride and Prejudice' copy. "Most people are moving everything back on its place immediately after coming home, even before calling the cops. No wonder we're not able to find a burglar."

Lara smirked. She knew how to act in front of the crime – she was in a law family for 8 years.

"OK, I think I've got all I need. Now the only one left is -"

A cell phone rang. It wasn't Lara's. Blake sighed and reached into his pocket. Ringing became louder as lieutenant put out his mobile and picked up. "What the fuck –"

He suddenly stopped.

"Oh, Captain Perry. Nice to hear you, sir. No, I'm finishing. I just have to – Right, right. I'll be right there. Tell Ash to wait for me"

"Sorry, darling, but we have to finish this later" said Blake, putting his phone into his pocket. "They need me right now."

He started to walk away but turned around "It would be good if you come today to the station and testify. I'm free at 6. Meanwhile, you can clean up this mess."

Lara sighed with a relief seeing lieutenant's car leaving from the alley. Then she grabbed her cell and phoned her best friend Jade, hoping she'd never have to see Blake ever again.

How wrong she was…