Today was going to be light. Mostly paperwork. Which sucked but it had to be done sometime.
It was a Friday morning and I got in about 15 minutes early. I turn on my desk light and start to shuffle through the stack of reports and files on my desk. Jones walks in about 5 minutes later with a cup of coffee in hand. He puts it on his desk and starts his computer, then grabs his coffee and walks away.
The elevator door opens and miss red head walks in. "Hey!" I say.
"Hey." She smiles and sits down at her desk.
"So how was your night?" I ask her.
"Ok. How about you?" She asks me.
"Well I went out to dinner. Alone." I said and looked at her. She chuckled.
Jones comes walking in. "Come on. Let's go. We got a murder on 34th and 7th."
"In the middle of Home Depot?" I ask him.
"In the parking lot." He says bluntly. "You've got Cat again. Let's get this thing done."
We head out and to the cars. Traffic wasn't as bad as the other day but it sucked. After 10 minutes of blasting by cars with the sirens on, we pull up to the Home Depot in Queens. I park the car and get out with Cat. She grabs the camera and I grab the kit with the gloves, first aid kit, window puncher and other stuff. I walk over to a body next to a car.
"So…" I say with Cat by my side taking pictures of the victim.
"Caucasian male, around 25, wallet and ID missing. Looks like a mugging." One of the uniforms explains. There was a pool of blood under his torso.
"Thanks." I say and squat down. "So… What's your story?" I whisper to myself.
"Are you talking to dead bodies now?" Cat asks me and laughs.
"Everyone has a story. Dead or alive. Life is like a book. It has a beginning, middle and end and sometimes, even the dead can tell us something. The expression on their face, the position of body, it can tell how they felt when they were killed. What they were thinking. Sometimes even who did it." I explain staring at the body on the ground. "Amazing isn't it?"
She looks at me. "Never thought about it that way… So what's it telling you?" She asks squatting down next to me. At first I thought she was making fun of me, but when she got down, I knew she wasn't.
"Can you see that look in his eye? The look on his face?" She stares at the man's head. "He doesn't look scared. There's something happy about it…"
"Yea… you're right… He doesn't look scared…" She thinks.
"That means he either knew his attacker or he was shot from behind. Seeing as though we found him on his face, he was shot from behind and fell forward." I say pointing to the bullet hole in his back.
"The bullet nicked his heart. Instant kill." The medical examiner says from behind then goes back talking to Jones.
"So we have a mugging. Now I know this isn't the best example of them being able to tell a story but it's a start…" I scan his prints quickly and shout to Jones. "Our vic's name is James Connor. No record. No family either."
"Don't you think it's sad that he's dead and nobody is here to care… After this, he will just be forgotten…" She sighs.
"Well he probably has friends… extended family… Other people." I tell her trying to make her feel better.
"Yea… I guess your right…" She gets up and walks away.
The rest of the day was slow. We went through evidence, talked to some people. The next day we found the guy. He was dosed up on heroin in some back ally. We found his DNA on the vic and picked him up after that. He confessed saying he needed the money because he was in withdraw.
7 o'clock comes around the next day and Cat and I are sitting at our desks. She starts getting her stuff ready and finally shuts off her desk light.
"Where you headed?" I ask her.
"Just gonna go home. Get some stuff done." She informs me before throwing her backpack over her shoulder and walking to the elevator. I jump up and run over next to her. She steps into the elevator and I follow.
"So… earlier you seemed depressed… Why?" I ask turning to her.
"It just seemed a bit depressing." She simply replies.
"Come on Cat. I know it's only been a few days, but I know you better than that. What's wrong?"
"Nothing Robbie. I said it was nothing!" She says stepping out of the elevator as soon as it opens and walking fast to her car. I knew I shouldn't have pushed. I should have been nicer. Obviously something was wrong.
About 2 hours after Cat left, I finished my report. It was late, probably about 9 o'clock. I walk out of the elevator and onto the street. There was a nice coffee shop that I liked to go to down the street, so I figured I'd go grab a cup. It was nice out. There were some clouds but I didn't think it would rain so I walked. I continue down the street, stopping at ever corner waiting for the walking light to turn. Half way there is started to rain, not hard but not a drizzle either. The coffee shop was up ahead, right next to a little Italian restaurant. I stuffed my hands into my pocket and hugged my shoulders up to cover my neck.
The Italian restaurant was nice. It had the full wall look though glass so you could see inside. Tables were lines up right next to the window. It had to be a nice view. I continue towards the coffee shop but stop halfway across the see through glass wall.
A red head was sitting at a table across from a man. It was Cat. The man was about my age. He had light brown hair and green eyes. He was in a dress shirt and a tie. Cat was dressed up in a dress. They were talking. I could see the hurt on her face. The man reached across the table and gently placed his hand on hers. He takes her hands into his and a large smile comes across Cat's face.
I stood in astonishment. I know it's only been a few days, but I knew there was something there. Something between us…
The man just stared at her as she spoke, taking in each and every word. He squeezed her hand and she smiled again.
The rain formed small puddles and the new drops were hitting the water. The little ripples circled out towards the edge of the puddles. The New York lights were glistening on the puddles and the horns and tire sounds of the city made it very calming.
I looked back at the window, seeing the Cat and the man smiling and laughing and it tore apart my heart. I turned and looked down at my feet. With a sigh I turned and walked away, back down the street the way I came. As soon as I got back to the office I got in my car and drove home. I walked into the apartment, the anger raging inside of me. I pick up the closest thing to me, a book, and throw it at the wall. It hit and spread open before falling to the ground.
"What did I do wrong?!" I say picking up the book and throwing it on the couch just as hard as I did at the wall.
Well… Here you go, Madison. CAN I PLEASE KNOW NOW! You promised… sort of.
Well the next chapter is going to be good… I don't know when I will put it up but I should soon. Hope you liked it!
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