A/N: First off, I know this story might piss a couple people off, not because it sucks (it may, but I hope not) but b/c I know there are many people waiting on the next chapter to my other story/ies.
I am finally starting to find a semi regular rhythm at my two jobs, and social life, so (and I know I keep saying this) hopefully I can start updating more regularly again.
Anyway, here is an idea that has been rattling around in my head for a while. Hopefully it is as good as I imagine it.
iAm A Professional: Chapter 1: All Alone
Sam is used to police in her neighborhood. The trailer park is not a place known for it's adherence to the letter of the law. But, something today didn't feel right. As she approached her trailer that she shared with her mother and sister- when she was home from her prestigious private school- the feeling only got worse. The police tape covering the front door told her that all was not right in the Puckett household.
Wanting to avoid any questions until she could figure out exactly what was going on; Sam pulled her hood up, and ducked down into her hoodie, avoiding eye contact with any of the myriad of officers gathered outside her front door. Normally, in this situation Sam would immediately head to Carly's, but she and Spencer were visiting Granddad in Yakima. Freddie was a second, albeit far second, choice, but he was at a fencing tournament in Fresno. With no apparent options open Sam just walked down the block, continuing to avoid any sort of contact with the police.
She walked to the end of the court, and walked up the front steps to the trailer that sat there. Silently praying that the woman was home, she knocked softly. Sam had only seen the small-ish brunette a handful of times since she had moved in about a month before.
"Please let me in." Sam begs quietly, as she hears a rustling behind the door. A myriad of clinks and squeaks are heard, before the door cracks. There is only enough room for the young brunette to poke her head out and look behind the petite blond to eye the gathered police down the block. The door creaks as it slowly opens wider, and the woman inside motions with her eyes for Sam to come in.
After Sam has made it in, the silent woman pins and sets what seems an endless number of locks, and pins arranged on the edge of the door. Sam ponders the multitude of locks, but is too caught up in possibilities lying within her childhood home to contemplate too long. Sam is brought out of her reverie by the small voice of the previously silent brunette standing in front of her.
"Who are you?" the woman startles Sam, giving her a look with a raised eyebrow.
"The name is Samantha, but call me Sam, please." In any other circumstances saying the word 'please' would surely kill Sam, but these were very unique circumstances. The oddity of the situation continues to expand as Sam continues. "Thank you. Can I ask your name, ma'am?"
"You can. It's Mathilda." The older woman says with a smirk. Sam starts to comment on the strange name, but decides against it. "You seem to be in a bit of trouble, Sam."
"You could say that. Me and cops don't get along." Sam motions to the small couch behind her, hoping Mathilda will understand her question, if she can sit down. Mathilda nods and motions for Sam to sit. Sam takes the moment to finally really look at the woman in front of her.
She's not much taller than Sam, maybe an inch, with brunette hair cropped close to the neck. The woman looks fit, and only a few years older than Sam, maybe 24, no more. Sam continues, "I didn't want to complicate the crime scene until I knew what was going on."
"I can appreciate that. But, why me?"
"You were the only option I had. Usually I would head to my friend Carly's, but she is outta town until next week. I don't really get along with a lot of the people in this neighborhood. Plus, it seemed the least suspicious to just walk to the end of the block, instead of looking for a trailer with its lights on."
"And what if I hadn't been home?" Mathilda looks down at the petite blond sitting on her threadbare couch.
"Well, I would have popped the locks, but that was before I knew the crazy amount of locks you had." A small laugh escapes Sam's lips.
"Well, it was smart thinking, just walking down the block, acting like you didn't know anything. You seem a natural at assuaging guilt."
"I've had a lot of practice." Sam chuckles at her understatement.
"I thought I saw you go in the house before the cops showed up though?" Mathilda sits down next to Sam turning towards her.
"That's Melanie, my identical twin sister. She's home for the summer form a fancy boarding school." Sam's eyes flash in a subtle hint that she wasn't completely happy with Melanie being home.
"Oh, ok, that explains it." Mathilda gets a look of worry on her face, before continuing. "You need to remain calm, when I tell you this next part."
Sam laughs at the serious expression on Mathilda's face, but stops when she realizes she isn't joking. "What is it, just tell me."
"I saw Melanie go in a few minutes before someone pulled up to the house. I was walking home from the grocery."
"So?"
"Well, something didn't seem right, so I kept a watch from the peephole. The police showed up about 15 minutes later."
"And? What are you getting at?"
"No one left the house before the cops showed up."
Sam looks confused for a moment, before the pit in her stomach becomes much heavier. Sam dashes across the room, to peer out of the peephole. Paramedics have pulled up to the house. "Dammit, I can't see anything." Sam moves to a front window for a better view.
As she gets to the window she can see the paramedics exiting the trailer through the front door. They are wheeling out two gurneys. Sam can vaguely make out the shape of the sealed black bags that sit atop both gurneys.
The young blond jumps at the door, and starts to frantically undo all of the locks, before Mathilda calmly walks over and lays her hand over Sam's. Sam tries to turn on the Brunette and starts to strike out at her, before the reality of what she saw hits her fully.
Sam collapses to the floor.
What do you think so far? Should I continue this story? And like I said, I promise to try to update my other stories soon.