Hi! New Chapter. I don't have much to say about it. I just hope you enjoy it!
Present
Help me. I can't move. I can't feel. I can't smile anymore. Not since...not since...I saw him for the last time...
Past
"What do you mean with nobody saw him?"-I heard Brass screaming with some cop that was at the scene.
"Morgan! Morgan!"-I was focused on nothing. I was just leaned against a car, looking at nothing.-"Morgan!"-Russell repeated.
"I'm sorry. Yes?"-My eyes were filled with tears and sadness.
"What happened?"-I just looked at him and didn't respond. Tears and more tears showed up at my eyes. With an impulse, I walked forward and hugged my supervisor, who I have a father/daughter relationship with.
"Shh. It's okay Morgan. It's okay."-Russell tried to resurrection me.-"Look, we all know, that you need space, but you have to tell me what happened."
"Okay. We..."-I tremble while memories haunted my head.-"We reached the crime scene...I examined the space...I wasn't paying attention at Greg was doing..."-I stopped one more time, remembering how perfect He was.
"That's okay. What did you did after?"
"I looked at David...and went to see the dead girl body...I was so scared..."-I sobbed into DB shirt once more.-"Greg, said that he was going to take care of the closet. Two hours later, I had finished processing the couple's bodies, so I call him...he didn't respond me, so I went to the closet..."-I started to breathe heavy.-"And that's when I saw the note."
Don't remember much, after Russell left. I recall seeing Finn entering the house, to process the scene. I recall watch Nick talking to Sara. I remember seeing someone sitting with me, but I don't remember who. My vision was blurred, I know it was a man, but don't know who.
"Morgan, let's take you home."-Someone said. I shook my head. I got up and cleaned my tears.-"No. I'm going to catch the guy who did this to Greg."
"No you are not."-And then, was when I saw, my father with his hand on my shoulder and a concerned look on his face.
"Please. I need to do this. For my own sake."-I saw how he hesitated, he didn't want me to involve on the case. But after a few moments he spoke.
"Okay."-My father evolved an arm around me and took me to the car. During the car trip, I didn't say much. I looked through the window and I remembered a conversation that I had with Him, months ago.
Months Before
"What's your worst fear?"-For a moment, He didn't say a word. I remind how stressed He was. I remind seeing Him looking at the ground with a look of fear on His eyes.
"Years ago, I arrested a suspect. He had killed his neighbor. Well, it was an easy case, his DNA and fingerprints were all over the place. On the day of the trial, his mom approached me and said: Karma is a bitch."
The day he went missing
When my father and I reached the lab, I heard Sara screaming.
"Russell! Russell!"
"Sara! What's going on?"-My father asked.
"The paper that you found attached to the phone has a print on it. We run it through Codis. We have a match."
I froze as I watched everyone heading to the break room. I don't know how, but moments later I was there, with them.
"Victoria Carlson."
"I'm going to show you who's the bitch."-I mumbled.
