If I'd let her die.
This is my first fanfic, and I'm VERY new to using fanfiction, so sorry if there's anything wrong with it. I'll add more when I get some reviews.
Sandra stared at the schoolgirl across from her. "Is there anything I can get you?" She inquired; worrying that one wrong move might scare away the one witness to the goriest, most evil murder she'd ever worked on. "My mum. Or my dad." The girl murmured. Ugh, Sandra groaned inwardly. The one thing she can't give her. She was going to kill Strickland for this. His call to read up on the bloodiest, most vile murder ever, forcing her to stare at what had been left of murder victim, Amber Ray. That report had made her feel ill. And then a trembling, thirteen year old witness arrived and begged for protection.
"Sorry, I can't do that." She murmured. The girl whimpered. Jack had been watching through the glass. He came in to save Sandra from being stuck interviewing a girl who had ran to their door from a school a mile away. Her parents thought she was at a friend's. Nightmare, Sandra thought.
"Sorry… Miss… Detective super intendant… Umm… I need your help. I saw them kill Amber. More than that, they did… They would have killed me too, if I hadn't got out of there. I knew that. Amber never should have got in his car…I had to follow her! I… I… I…" The girl's speech deteriorated and was replaced by heaving sobs. "It's okay," Sandra said, staying as calm as was humanly possible, though right now she would run right out the room and never come back, if she had the choice.
"Start from the beginning. Who are you?" Jack said. Well done Jack, Sandra thought as the young girl relaxed. "Mae James." The girl replied. Sandra knew where Jack was going and carried on for him. "Okay, Mae. Why are you here?" Sandra asked. "I need help. Last year, Amber and I were walking home from school. Two men came up to us. They… They were drunk. I could smell it. I… I can't remember their faces. They had masks. They caught us both and put their hands over our mouths." "Then what?" Sandra's voice was lower now, darker like it always went when she really loathed someone. Kidnapping a child was one of the most evil things ever, and she'd happily shoot these bastards now, and the story had just begun. "I bit him. Loads. So did Amber, they knocked us out with something, the next thing I knew I was tied up in an old warehouse somewhere. Amber had woken up before me. They'd dragged her away from me and were all around her, there were more of them than before. She was screaming. I screamed too. They still had masks on, like it was a game! The next thing I knew, Amber was dead. They'd done more than kill her. I could tell from the blood, where it was. They knew what to do, cut her up, so her body showed no more than murder. They went for me next but then there were sirens, and they ran. Leaving me with only a hissed warning of facing Amber's fate if I told. Instead, I climbed out a window and ran. I went home and made sure no one left the house for a few days."
"Oh…" Jack said, smirking at a memory. Sandra realised what he was thinking. The neighbourhood watch who had been complaining last year over a bike tyre being slashed, car keys going missing and a school forced into closure over a police investigation. Wow. This is the most intriguing, yet horrible interview ever. Sandra suddenly realised what Mae needed. "We'll get you someone you can contact if you're being followed, okay? You'll be safe. But…" "Why today?" Jack interrupted. "I got a text," she sobbed, "Whoever it was; they'd seen the murder too. I don't know how! They'd called the police, anonymously. They told me to come here, they told me to find UCOS. Is the case still open?"
Sandra was worried. There was something she was missing, something big. But what? She glanced at Jack. What's going on? She thought as she caught his eye. What do you thinks going on? She signalled with her eyebrows. No idea. She saw him pull a barely noticeable face.
After that, they said goodbye to their witness, and gave her a number to call if she remembered anything else. I doubt we'll ever hear from her again. Sandra thought, silently to herself. They met Brian and Gerry who were waiting for them. "Well?" Gerry asked. Sandra looked up at him. "It was interesting." Jack replied. "It was awful," Sandra snapped, "She was terrified, she probably thought we were going to lock her up in jail for not coming forward!" "No…" Brian said his voice low and quietly confused, "She was scared of what would happen to her after she walked out that door. Of what we'd do with the tape." "What?" The others cried at the same time. They half looked, half glared at each other for a while. "The address she gave you was empty and the residents murdered. The place was burned to the ground with everyone in it. The only survivors were the families dog and the oldest daughter, called Millie May James- Johnson." Brian continued. Jerry interrupted him. "That's a bit of a Mouth'ul aint it!"
"Hang on, Millie MAY JAMES Johnson?" Sandra said, with meaningful emphasis on the connection. There was a scream for outside. Sandra heard it and ran to the window. "Oh God."
A/N so, what do you think? This is my first EVER fanfic, so I hope you like it. I'm thinking of adding a Sandra/Gerry chapter, but I'm not sure. Review please!