It was everywhere, the blood. Fear and worry coursed through his veins as his hand found his gun. What had happened here? Was she home? Was she hurt? Flack slowly pulled his gun out of its holster as he slowly proceeded through the hallway of his upscale condominium.
Blood stained the white carpeting, a hauntingly bloody handprint on the wall. Flack stopped in front of the cloak closet and quickly flung it open to check if it was empty. After doing so, he headed straight to the living room.
The sight before him took him by surprise and caused him to drop his gun on the floor. He rushed to the prone body sprawled on the floor and quickly checked for a pulse. Tears began to prickle his eyes as he took in her battered form.
"Kris? Kris, can you hear me?!" Having found a weak, yet steady pulse; Flack gently shook the petite brunette before gathering her in his arms. Blood caked one side of her face, bruises beginning to form on her wrists and neck. Her porcelain white skin was even more noticeable against her blood stained ballet clothes. Her pale pink haltered leotard had been slashed in the middle, blood seeping from the deep cut.
Gaining some semblance of calm and control, Flack reached for his phone and immediately dialed 911. "I need an ambulance now." With that he shut his phone and cradled her closely to him. "Come on, Kris. Hold on… I can't lose you."
"Where in the world are you, Flack?! You were supposed to be here two hours ago!" Mac Taylor roared angrily over the phone line; worry still evident behind his anger laced words. Flack simply sighed and wearily buried his face in his hands.
"I'm sorry, Mac… Something happened." Flack finally replied as he leaned back on the white hospital chair of the emergency room.
"Where are you?" the worry was now more evident.
"Hospital, emergency room." With that, Flack shut his phone and got to his feet as the doctor approached him.
"Mr. Don Flack?"
"Yes, how is she, Dr…?"
"Doctor Jacobs; Ms. Kristianne Cooper has a minor concussion, a deep gash on her stomach and bruising on her wrists, neck and thighs. She also lost a lot of blood and her asthma is acting up. We've already performed a rape kit on her-"
"What? Why?"
"Whoever did this to her planned to rape her. The bruising on the thighs and wrists… whoever he was, he wasn't very gentle. There was also some vaginal tearing but no sign of semen; however, whatever he placed in her tore her hymen. She must have put up quite a fight and gotten away. We already scrapped under her nails for epithelials and any other form of DNA that will help us identify her assaulter."
"Who did you hand them to?"
"No one at the mom-"
"I'm a detective and I'd like this to be investigated by a friend of mine. Okay?"
"Of course, detective. Would you like to see her?"
"Yeah. Just… give me a moment."
Dr. Jacobs nodded in understanding before leaving Flack to himself. Flack sunk back onto the seat and buried his face in his hands. Someone had hurt his Kris. God, if only he could-
"Flack? You okay?" Mac's voice snapped Flack out of his thoughts.
"Mac, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be working on a case?"
"Well we had to see if you were still alive. Danny and Lindsey can handle this one." Stella joined the two and took a seat beside Flack. "Are you hurt?" she continued, having noticed the blood stains on his suit.
"No… but," Flack closed his eyes. "my fiancé is."
A/N: Well??? Please review!!!
