Hello everyone! I would just like to inform you all that there may be a few more spelling errors then normal due to the fact that the software that I use for spellchecker and grammatical errors has glitched and won't show errors or automatically correct errors like before, extremely sorry in advance, but I'm not sure what the problem is yet, I will get it fixed as soon as possible. As always, Reviews are wanted as I want as much feedback as I can, if I'm going too fast with a plotline, if I derailed off of the plot, stuff like that, also, if you see me flipping between past, present and future tence, it is because I am trying to put in what sounds right. Thanks in advance, now on to the story! -The Author
Chapter One
POV: Nicholas Wilde, Flight 274, Somewhere over the Rocky Mountains, 3:40 PM
I was sitting in my seat next to the window, looking at the mountans pass by, with the occasional city passing with them. I looked around the cabin, seeing if there was anything I could distract myself with, my mind was racing with what had happened, six hours ago I was sitting at my desk at precinct one, and I along with Judy are ordered north to help track down a 'suspect' after Brandon died in a car wreck, atleast I knew he was fine, yet I couldn't help but feel like he was watching me, there was someone a few seats back that I swear looked just like him, but he was far too old.
"Nick, you know he's at peace." Judy says, looking up from the laptop that she has been working on for the last few hours.
"How could you tell?" I ask wondering if my mask had slipped.
"You know it wasn't your mask, it's your eyes, they are looking for answers."
I turn away from her and focus on the magazines and articles on the seat in front of me.
Rolling Seal, No, Air Canada Safety Information, Not again, Fifty Shades of... What? No. Aha, History weekly...
POV: Judy Wilde, Two hours later.
"Wake up Nick." I say for the fouth... Fifth? Fifth tim, trying to wake Nick up from his slumber.
"Five more minutes." He mumbles waving the magazine he was reading at me.
I grab the magazine, closing the article about the history of Cocaine and hitting him with it.
"Okay! I'm up!" He says, now awake.
"We're in Winnipeg." I say with an emphasis of urgency in my voice.
"Yep, getting up." He yawns as he streches and stands up.
He walks into the walkway and reaches up to grab our bags, pulling them down and handing mine to me.
We exit the plane, thanking the crew as we leave, and walk through the terminal, noticing a few stares comign our way, most out of wonder, but there was one or two of distain.
We exit into the arrivals area of the terminal, and see Cameron leaning against a pole in a flannel jacket, with a few visible cuts on his face.
"Hey guys." He says. From the distance we are now, I can visibly see bags under his eyes and I see that he is drinking coffee.
"You look like shit." Nick says matter of factly, which earns him an elbow to the gut from me.
"He's right, I haven't slept for about 36 hours now. I'm running on coffee and a question that is puzzling me." He replies.
"What's bothering you?" I ask, genuinely worried.
"Feel my pulse." He says outstreching his arm and pulling up his sleeve.
I put my fingers to his wrist and begin to count, before I come to a startaling realization.
"Cameron... Where's your pulse?" I ask, my face draining.
"It's there, but according to the doctor that checked me, it is 5 beats per minute." He replies, finishing up his coffee, and tossing it into the trash can next to him.
"Wait, do you guys not have winter jackets?" Cameron says with one eyebrow raised.
"No, why?" Nick asks.
Cameron simply steps aside, and motions to the window, where we see that there is blowing snow.
"Clipper blew in this morning, current temp is 15 below with a wind chill of 23 below. If you don't have a jacket, you won't last ten minutes."
"What about you?" Nick says motioning to the somewhat light coat that Cameron is wearing.
"You seem to forget that I'm an Arctic Wolf."
"Oh yea."
"C'mon follow me, can't have ZPD's finest freeze to death." He says turning and walking towards a kiosk selling assorted clothing, from T-shirts to safety vests.
We spend about ten minutes looking for jackets that Cameron says will work properly. Oddly he gets us both jackets a size too big. He pays for the new clothes before we continue our way towards through the airport.
Cameron pulls his phone out of his pocket and speed dials someone.
"Hey, yep bring the Car around, about 3 or 4 minutes." He says before sliding his phone back in his pocket.
"You guys need coffee?" He asks, getting a nod from both Nick and I.
We follow him into a coffee shop that looks a lot like Snarlbucks but is shades of red instead of green.
"Welome to Tom Honkens, what can I get you?" Asks the cashier in a monotone voice.
"Two double doubles and a everything bagel with cream cheese." Cameron says rubbing his eyes.
Cameron gets his order and hands us the coffee and begins to eat the bagel.
"Don't drink it just yet, they make it so hot that you won't taste anything for a week." Cameron says as he sees Nick about to take a sip.
We follow Cameron outside as a RCMP cruser pulls up. Suprised I wasn't cold, I took a sip of the coffee only to find that it had cooled to a tolerable level, and tasted perfect.
Cameron said something to the driver before he poped the trunk and put our bags in. We then pile into the cruser and we begin to move again.
"Warmed up." Cameron said to the officer as he rubbed his paws together.
"Nope, wind just died down a bit. She'll pick up again though." The cow (Female Moose) replied with a thick accent.
"So if it isn't too soon to ask, what happened?" Nick asked.
"Well." Cameron began before he paused snd looked out the window. "Imagine we are in my truck, following the suspect. I'm sitting where I was, Judy you are Shawn, Nick, you're Wolford, and Officer Brinks here is Brandon." Cameron says, before pausing again to take another bite of his bagel. "We are passing through an intersection, blind hill to our left, no lights behind it, we run the red, and suddenly a semi T-Bones us. Brinks is dead on impact, I wake up in a body bag, Nick you wake up in an ambulance with 3 broken ribs and a dislocated sholder, and Judy, you walk away with a few scratches."
"Okay, so why did they think you were dead?" I ask.
"No pulse felt, very minimal breathing that could be missed, and I'm out cold not responding to anything. I mean, I would have called it too."
"So, what I happening to Brandon?" Nick asks. We had been talking about that on the flight, and aince he has no relatives that we knew of...
"He left me as next of kin. So I am sending his bodybto Montréal to be buried in a private cemetery for my family and close family friends, it's actually quite picturesque. My brother has already replied, saying that he will take care of Brandon."
"What does your brother do?" I ask.
"He's was a football player in college, but when he graduated with a electronic engineering degree, he took a job with a telecommunications company."
"Sorry to interupt, but we're here." Brinks says.
"Thanks Brinks, Here's the hotel we're staying at. Shawn's still at the hospital with Wolford so you're going to be on your own while I try to get some rest, Have a good rest of your afternoon." Cameron says after we get out of the cruser.
Cameron walks into the hotel and begins up the stairs while Nick and I approach the front desk.