Hello everyone! Sorry I've been gone so long. So many things have happened to me in the past months. My seven-year-old cousin just died and we went to his funeral. I'm waiting for college applications to come back, and I'm under a lot of stress right now. But now I am better, so just pray for me. Anyway, enough about me, lets get back to the story. Inuyasha hasn't showed up yet, but I promise that he will be in the next chapter. Enjoy, and please review!

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha and I never will. So there.

Never Alone

Chapter 2

DropofCrimson

Kagome was awakened the next mourning by the most annoying sound in the world: her alarm clock. Her eyes shot open and adjusted to the red glow of the numbers reading 5:30. As she slowly lifted her head from her pillow, she glared at the evil invention that had just awakened her from her island getaway with Antonio Banderas. Her lips were not even three centimeters away from his when her alarm clock woke her.

She lifted the clock and threw it across the room, landing across the floor with a slight thud. She took the pillow and placed it over her head, trying to get a little more sleep before she had to go to the department. But her beautiful dream would not come back to visit any time soon, so she punched her pillow, and stomped over to her bathroom to get ready.

She turned on the radio to her favorite station, while she washed her face and brushed her teeth. She had never got into the hang of putting that much makeup on. The only type she had time for was a little eyeliner and mascara. She ran her fingers through her long, black tresses, and took a hair band and tied her hair into a tight ponytail. She dressed into a blouse and faded jeans, grabbed her keys and walked out of her apartment while still trying to slip her shoes on. She got into her baby; her silver 2004 Ford Taurus. It wasn't anything luxurious, but it was exactly what Kagome wanted.

She drove to the nearby Starbucks to get her usual cappuccino and chocolate chip cookie. It wasn't much of a breakfast, but its what kept her going during the day.

She walked in and smiled as she saw Joe working the counter. Ever since she had become a cop, Joe had been her smiling face in the morning. She couldn't count the many times she had walked into Starbucks with a frown on her face from a rough night, and Joe had always made her laugh with one of his crazy jokes.

When Joe saw Kagome walk in, a smile broke out on his own face. He walked form behind the counter and gave Kagome a warm embrace. Kagome hugged him back, smelling the rich, coffee smell on his clothes.

They pulled back and Joe walked back behind the counter, already reaching for a cup to make her usual order. "So, how is everything, Kagome?"

Kagome shrugged her shoulders with a smile. "Well, I finally caught the underground drug lord of Chicago." Joe snickered. He knew all about the two weeklong investigation, and was glad to see that she was back to her old self again.

"About time. It thought you would never catch this guy." Kagome gave him a playful glare. "Oh, so you actually doubted my work. That assures me 100 how you have so little faith in me." Joe winked at her and handed her her French vanilla cappuccino and giant chocolate chip cookie. "You'll get over it. You always do."

Kagome snatched the items from him and threw a ten at him. She glared as best as she could without smiling. "Keep the change you jerk." She spun on her hill and stomped towards the door, hearing the sound of Joe's laughter in the background.

Kagome sipped her drink as she drove down to the Chicago police department. She was right in the middle of morning traffic. She hated working on Sundays. Even though it was one Sunday out of the month, she still didn't have to like it. She'd rather be at her local church then at work, singing with the chorus, or reading scripture, but she had to be at a department that smelled like old cheese. How exciting.

Kagome turned in on West 35th street toward the big white building that was her second home. She pulled into her parking spot, now reserved, and shut the engine off. She took the keys and slipped them in her pocket, and grabbed her breakfast as she got out of her car.

As she walked in, she was met with a flurry of movement, with people dropping off case folders, or picking up files from the mountains of work on everyone's desk. She waved to people as she passed, on her way to her own nice little office in the very back of the building. As she walked past the break room, she caught a glance with James and smiled at him laughing with his long time friends, Philip and John, over a cup of coffee.

She slipped into her room and laid down her purse and jacket while still trying to scarf down her cookie breakfast. She sat down in her swivel chair and relaxed a little by propping her feet on her desk. She looked around her tiny, but homey office. There was no door, only a little archway that is the threshold to her quaint 'abode'. She had a standard computer desk and phone, with a giant fax machine that took up half the room. But it was the different pictures that were on her desk and walls that made it Kagome's office.

She had pictures of her mother and brother on her desk, and her big, fat cat named Buyo, the unofficial member of the family. On her walls were different pictures from different sides of the world. One was from Japan, made to look like a flowered Kimono opening up to find a young women kneeling in front of a great tree, bowing her head and praying. On the other side of there was a picture of Jesus, with His fingers threaded together and His chin resting on the backs of His hands. His eyes stared out at you, almost like He was looking into your soul. Kagome smiled softly at the picture, in as much peace as she could ever be.

She was startled out of her thoughts by a tapping sound from the side of the arched doorway, and looked up to find James leaning against the frame with a pile of paperwork in his hands. When he gave her an apologetic look, Kagome moaned and banged her head against her desk. James's light chuckle caused her to giggle herself. She looked at the stack of paper work and prayed that a black hole would miraculously show up and swallow this mountain. She looked up at James who gave her a sympathetic look.

"This is the only downfall to cracking a case. The work that's involved." Kagome laughed at that. "Amen to that brother."

As James walked out, a call was made to her on line 3. Kagome yawned and picked up the sleek phone and pressed the button to line 3. "Higurashi."

The voice on the other line was a fellow investigator, named Rick. "Hey Kag's, how are you today?" Kagome smiled over the phone. "Depends, what do you have for me?"

"I got a homicide investigation for you."

Kagome leaned forward in her seat. These were the cases that made Kagome's skin crawl. She took a deep breath. It had been a long time since she had a homicide case. "Alright, tell me the coordinates." She got a pad and pen and wrote the location of the crime scene. She thanked Rick, grabbed her keys to her squad car, tracked down James, and walked out the door to head to their new destination.

"So where is it?" James was in the drivers seat, cruising down Warren Boulevard. "It's on North Avenue, right next to the Humboldt Park." James nodded and turned left on Western Avenue, a straight shot. Before they made it, that already saw the many squad cars lining up on the side of the road, with the yellow police tape around the perimeter. Kagome and James got out, showed their badges, and were escorted into the run down apartment building. She followed the police officers into room 5D on the second floor. When the officer opened the door, Kagome was met with a massacre.

She had to use all of her strength not to shield her eyes from the scene in front of her. There was blood…everywhere.

It covered the walls and soaked the carpet; so much so that every time she took a step, there was a sickening squish that almost made her vomit. There were signs and symbols painted on the walls in the victim's blood. She saw an officer snap a photo of the horrific scene. James awakened her from her daze, and pushed her forward. She followed the cop into the bedroom where the body was located. Of all the rooms in the apartment, this was above all the worst.

The overpowering smell of urine and blood mixed in this room hit Kagome's nose with a vengeance. She actually had to lean against James until she could get her bearings again.

It wasn't until she had control of herself that she noticed that someone was already in there. When this person turned around, Kagome saw that it was Sango, her best friend, and the medical examiner for the city morgue. Kagome smiled at Sango, and Sango smiled attentively back.

The cop next to Kagome gave her and her partner a pair of gloves and walked out of the room with a look of disgust on his face. Kagome walked around to the end of the bed and stared at the young body, whose torso was lying on its chest. It was naked, and lying in a very sexual position with her legs spread apart in an awkward position. Kagome glanced up at Sango who was taking photographs with a digital camera. Kagome walked over the dirty clothes and candy wrappers to get over to Sango.

"Not a very happy reunion, huh?" Sango glanced at Kagome and shook her head. "Not at all. This could be one of the most gruesome homicides I have seen in my five years of work." Kagome nodded her head in agreement. Kagome leaned over to get a closer look at the body, and starts making notes on the victim. The first thing that Kagome notices is that the head was cut clean off her head, her blood making a gigantic swimming pool out of her bed.

She looked around the bedding and underneath sheets, but she couldn't find the decapitated head. "Sango, where's the skull of the victim?" Sango gave her a pained expression and pointed to her right. Kagome glanced up and saw a maple wood bookcase against the wall. In the center of the bookcase, there was the victim's head with its eyes wide open, staring right at her.

Kagome was startled and actually had to look away. James came up beside her to take a look, and Kagome watched as his brown eyes formed the shape of saucers. Kagome took a step closer and found out that the eyelids had been stapled to her head so that they couldn't close. Kagome closed her eyes and looked away. James took the hint and dragged her outside. He looked closely at her face with concern. "Kagome, are you ok?"

Kagome opened her eyes and looked into James's face. "I have never lost my cool in a case, and I'm not going to now." James stared into Kagome's determined face and nodded. He knew Kagome would never back down, so he let her back into the room.

As soon as James had stepped inside, a group of uniformed men came in to sweep the room. Kagome went back over to the bed next to Sango. "Do we know who this girl it?" Sango pulled a wallet out of the bag held for evidence. She opened it up to show a driver's license with a very attractive girl printed on the small piece of plastic. "Yura Nobu, age 20, November 23, 1986." Kagome stared at the smiling face, and then glanced at the head, now being put into a black bag by one of the officers. Kagome put the license into the wallet and put it back into the evidence bag. Kagome then turned towards the body on the bed. "Do we know the murder weapon?" Sango held up a pair of the victim's pantyhose. "Killer strangled her with them. All we know about the decapitation was that it was done with a large blade, like an ax. Nothing was found to fit that description."

Kagome looked down at the body, and noticed strange holes in the victim's back. "Sango…are these cigarette burns?" Sango looked down herself to look at the strange markings. "Yes, I'm afraid so." Kagome turned around and looked on the floor, looking under beds and around chairs. Sango looked down at Kagome. "Kag's, what are you doing?" Kagome brought her head out from under an inn table. "Looking for evidence." She scoured the room, trying to her treasure, but came up with no luck, and no cigarette.

We weren't dealing with a crime of passion; we are dealing with a pro. No fingerprints had been found, no DNA at all, which surprised Kagome. Not even a hair that could lead to a suspect could be found.

Three hours had past and not one scrap of forensic evidence had been save. Sango had informed her that the girl had not been sexually assaulted as we had thought, which was another surprise for Kagome as well. We were dealing with a sick person, and just the thought of it made Kagome's hair stand on the back of her neck.

The thing that puzzled Kagome the most was the markings on the walls. They weren't any markings she had ever seen. Hands in her pockets, she stared at the wall with the symbols staring back. 'The almost look demonic, the way they are smeared in all directions.' She thought of someone in the occult, or some perverted demonic rituals.

She also thought of what the murderer was like, and how he lived. As a child he probably lived in a troubles home, and got off torturing little animals when he was a kid. But only one thought blazed through her mild like wildfire. 'How could one human being be so evil?"

Kagome was in a daze the whole way home. James had dropped her off in the squad car, promising to pick her up in the mourning since she had left her car at the station. She was now in her silky pajamas with a glass of diet coke sitting at the table with a bag of Oreos in her arms. She never usually did this; only with the really emotionally scaring cases.

The file was strewn across her living room carpet in unrecognizable piles. This was her usual nightly routine with a brand new case.

When she drained the last of her coke and had finished off the Oreo cookies, she left the mess of paperwork on the floor and strutted off to bed. She'd wake up early and deal with it then, but now was time for sleep. She pulled back the sheets and fluffed her pillows before she lay down. She set the alarm for 4 AM and shut her eyes, asleep in no time.

Kagome walks through the long hallways of her former childhood home. 'What am I doing here?' Kagome thought. She walked by a mirror, and had to do a double take. She was…small again. She touched her face, trying not to panic. Then, she heard a strange noise. She looked back down the hallway, and started walking towards the living room. There, in the middle of the floor, was a man with his back towards her. She was confused at first, but then realized that it was her father. A smile bloomed onto her face as she ran towards the man, but when he turned around, her smile went away in a flash as she realized this man wasn't her father. She stared into his deep, black eyes, and screamed.

Kagome woke with a start, sitting up in bed and knocking her alarm clock on the floor. She put her hands to her face and swiped up the sweat that was beaded on her forehead. She bent down and picked up her alarm clock. It was 3:30 in the morning. She moaned and placed it back on her dresser. She slowly got up, and walked into her living room, noticing the papers strewn around.

She ran her fingers through her hair, and sat down on the floor. As soon as she had a black pen in her hand, the phone rang. She jumped and dropped the pen, running over to the kitchen to get the phone. "Hello?"

"Hey Kagome, its James."

Kagome wiped her sleepy eyes. "Yeah, James, what's up?" James sighed on the other end. "We've got another one."

So, tell me what you think. Thanks for reading and God bless

DropofCrimson