Dee stood outside the apartment holding the bag of groceries. He fumbled blindly with his keys
and braced his knee against the door to keep the bag from falling. Finally, he got the door open
and walked in. His apartment wasn't as clean as he'd like it to be, clothes were haphazardly
thrown about on the floor and some old food was still out on the kitchen counter, but was did he
expect from being sick for three days. Ryo had come over often to check up on him, but
apparently he didn't want to do the cleaning.
Dee set the bag on the counter top and began pulling out groceries one by one. He put cold things
away first and then put the cans of soup, packages of instant ramen, and boxes of cereal and
instant mashed potatoes in the cupboards. When all was done, he threw the brown paper bag
under the sink.
Taking a deep sigh, he trod over to the couch and collapsed, "I'm starting to hate work..."
The past month was spent on trying to track the governor's daughter. She had upped and
vanished into thin air. Leads were scarce and most of the calls on the help line were false. Of
course, they checked all of them... Every last one and with no progress of getting closer. The case
was becoming a cold case. The FBI had even started to lose hope... Diana Spacey had already left
the case due from the stress it was starting to cause her. She did have other case files to
investigate.
A small knock on the door raised Dee's brow in confusion. He wasn't sick and he told Ryo that
he really needed some time alone. Who could it be? he wondered. He got up from the couch and
walked over to the door. He looked out the peephole. No one. He decided that opening the door
would be a good idea incase it was Bicky. Bicky had a habit of standing out of the way of the
peephole to get on peoples' nerves.
Dee opened the door. No one. He looked left and right and then to the floor. Outside, right in
front of the door, was a bag. The bag was moving. The rather large bag was moving.
Dee knelt down and opened the top of the bag and nearly fell over in shock. He ripped the bag
open and pulled the squirming child out. Elisa Burke, Governor James T. Burke's daughter, was
in a bag, with a note pinned to her pink and blue jumper, and was on his front door.
The five year old looked up at Dee frighteningly as the detective removed the gag from her
mouth.
"Relax, Elisa. I'm a detective," Dee smiled at her. She didn't believe him. Dee pulled the badge
from his back pocket, having forgotten to remove it, and handed it to the little girl.
Elisa looked up with big brown rounded eyes, "I wanna go home!"
Dee smiled, "Sure thing, Elisa. You ready to go?" Elisa nodded fiercely. Dee hefted her up after
running in to grab his keys. He locked the door and headed down the elevator towards the
precinct.
and braced his knee against the door to keep the bag from falling. Finally, he got the door open
and walked in. His apartment wasn't as clean as he'd like it to be, clothes were haphazardly
thrown about on the floor and some old food was still out on the kitchen counter, but was did he
expect from being sick for three days. Ryo had come over often to check up on him, but
apparently he didn't want to do the cleaning.
Dee set the bag on the counter top and began pulling out groceries one by one. He put cold things
away first and then put the cans of soup, packages of instant ramen, and boxes of cereal and
instant mashed potatoes in the cupboards. When all was done, he threw the brown paper bag
under the sink.
Taking a deep sigh, he trod over to the couch and collapsed, "I'm starting to hate work..."
The past month was spent on trying to track the governor's daughter. She had upped and
vanished into thin air. Leads were scarce and most of the calls on the help line were false. Of
course, they checked all of them... Every last one and with no progress of getting closer. The case
was becoming a cold case. The FBI had even started to lose hope... Diana Spacey had already left
the case due from the stress it was starting to cause her. She did have other case files to
investigate.
A small knock on the door raised Dee's brow in confusion. He wasn't sick and he told Ryo that
he really needed some time alone. Who could it be? he wondered. He got up from the couch and
walked over to the door. He looked out the peephole. No one. He decided that opening the door
would be a good idea incase it was Bicky. Bicky had a habit of standing out of the way of the
peephole to get on peoples' nerves.
Dee opened the door. No one. He looked left and right and then to the floor. Outside, right in
front of the door, was a bag. The bag was moving. The rather large bag was moving.
Dee knelt down and opened the top of the bag and nearly fell over in shock. He ripped the bag
open and pulled the squirming child out. Elisa Burke, Governor James T. Burke's daughter, was
in a bag, with a note pinned to her pink and blue jumper, and was on his front door.
The five year old looked up at Dee frighteningly as the detective removed the gag from her
mouth.
"Relax, Elisa. I'm a detective," Dee smiled at her. She didn't believe him. Dee pulled the badge
from his back pocket, having forgotten to remove it, and handed it to the little girl.
Elisa looked up with big brown rounded eyes, "I wanna go home!"
Dee smiled, "Sure thing, Elisa. You ready to go?" Elisa nodded fiercely. Dee hefted her up after
running in to grab his keys. He locked the door and headed down the elevator towards the
precinct.