Hi. I really don't need to be posting a new story, but whatever. I am anyway. Deal with it. It's short, but oh well.
Natara Williams let out a long soft breath as she sat behind her desk. It was late. She wasn't sure what time it was, but the full moon had settled in the sky, and most of her coworkers had gone home.
For the past thirteen days, she had stayed up late into the night, drinking coffee and working until a now familiar pain started in her temples. But she couldn't stop.
"Hey." Natara looked up at the sound of a familiar voice. Blaise Corso stood nearby. "You could go home, you know."
Natara shook her head in protest. "No," she insisted. "There's something I'm missing. Something's just not right."
"Well, you won't find it while you're stoned on caffeine and sleep deprivation," Blaise argued.
With a sigh, Natara cradled her face in her hands. "I know," she confessed. "But-"
Blaise bit her lip. "We'll find him. I'm sure he's alright. He's Mal."
"We know who has him. We know what they're capable of." Natara tried to push the mental image of the other victims out of her mind.
She tossed a crumpled Styrofoam cup into the waste bin before she stood up. Without another word she quickly made her way out of the precinct, walking through the night to her car.
Thirteen days. Natara and Blaise were the only ones who believed that he was still alive. All of the previous victims had been found dead on the fourteenth day, but she refused to allow herself to believe it.
She drove in silence to her apartment, the only sound being the traffic on the road. She collapsed onto her couch and turned on the television, scowling as a familiar report flashed across the screen.
"Police are still searching for missing detective Mal Fallon," a brunette announcer spoke dryly. "He is believed to be in the custody of three armed men, thought to be serial killers known to hold their victims captive for two weeks before murdering them."
Natara started to drone out. The announcement had been made nearly every night since Mal went missing, and the words were embedded in her mind.
"So far, these men are the prime suspects in the abduction, rape and torture, and eventual deaths of three unnamed San Francisco men. One victim was found stabbed and sodomized under a-"
Angrily she turned off the television, unable to handle it any longer. She knew the details. She had been the one to profile the suspects. She knew everything that they could do. But she didn't want to imagine those things happening to her partner.
They had fought the night before he was taken. Natara shuddered, wishing that he was with her so she could apologize.
She had nearly fallen asleep when her cell phone let out a shrill ring. "Hello?" she mumbled.
"I just got a call," Blaise said emptily. "They found a body dumped behind a store. They think it's Mal."
I'm gonna go hide under a rock so you guys can't lynch me or burn me or whatever. I wrote this while on an eight hour drive home from DC, and I typed it on my ipod while the lady next to me ate stinky sushi and eggs, so I may have typos. I'm sick, so I'm too lazy to look for a crap to give about mistakes. XD