"So, tell me about the body." She pressed the back of her pen on her chin and listened.
"Nothing special. Bruise marks, clear sign of what weapon they used. Same old same old simply stuff." The man explained bluntly.
"If it was nothing special, I wouldn't be here right now." She paced around the autopsy room while getting close enough to the body. "What weapon was it? Forensics isn't my thing."
"357 Magnum Revolver. He was shot from about.." The Forensics officer stepped back, made a finger gun and took a deep breath. "Around 10 inches far from the victim into the chest.. and.."
He got closer to the body and examined it. "Point blank in the shoulder."
She spoke almost the second he stopped. "He was shot in the shoulder from behind, expecting him to fall over. He holds his shoulder with one hand then, while reaching for his weapon with his other hand.." He cut her off.
"..he was shot from the front into his chest from 10 inches."
"This is why I don't like you." She growled.
"I do what I do best." He smirked.
"Yeah.. right.." She just gave him a smirk back and examined the body once more. "Pleasant seeing you. I've got a killer to catch."
She gave him a salute and left the autopsy room.
The second she left she took a deep breath. She felt like she could breath again. Being in a small tight room made her claustrophobic.
She waved goodbye to the fellow office members and left the police department.
She was home, the day had been stressful enough having not been given a case. The last bit of light illuminated from behind the curtain as she fell back onto her bed, pulling the blanket over her body and curling into a fetal position.
Even when she closed her eyes for a long time, 30 minutes, 40 minutes, 1 hour passed. And nothing was budging. She didn't even fell tired but she needed to sleep. Her eyes then started to fall closed, she opened them instantly to see she was 1 hour late to work. "Are you kidding me!?"
She practically threw herself around the house getting ready.
She only did what she needed to, change clothes and put on her shoes. She didn't have time to take a shower so she just grabbed everything and left.
She skipped half of her day in a speedy rush to get to work. The traffic was pretty bad. "GREAT!" She barked.
When she finally got there she ran to her office, getting plenty of stares on the way. She sat down like nothing had happened. Though on the inside her heart was beating as fast as she left her apartment.
She went over the evidence one by one. Reading the detailed yet clumsy evidence. Main suspect..
The knock on the door made her bolt up off her seat. "Come in."
She sat back down, examining over the rest of the case file and so far recovered evidence.
The man who walked in was Dennis Caverly, my old client when I was a psychiatrist.
"Dennis.." She stood up from her chair. "What are you doing here?"
"To.. talk to you."
She grabbed the closest item on her desk, a stapler. "I told you, I can't help you anymore, you aren't even willing to help yourself."
"I just nee.." She cut him off.
"I don't care what you need! I quit psychiatry a long time ago and I'm done! I can't help you anymore! Get out!"
His eyes turned from fear to mean intention. My own fear reflection off them as his once depressed face formed into an evil expression.
She grimaced. "Out! Now!"
She put her arm behind her shoulder, ready to throw the stapler. "Why are you here anyway?"
"Because I'm not done yet." All emotion in his face, if any, melted away.
"What the hell do you want from me?"
Still, no emotion crossed his face, not even of pure hate. "Why.. why don't you understand yet? You're so incompetent.. You're so.. stupid. I'm not cured yet, you need to help me."
"I don't have to do jack shit with you anymore. I quit, so I'm not your psychiatrist anymore! Do I need to get a restraining order?"
That blank expression change into a smile. It seemed sincere, somehow. "No, darling, you don't. Just put down the weapon and let us talk.."
She started laughing. "No.." Part of her felt like she wanted to talk. What is he doing..? She felt like he was hypnotizing her. All self-control was slipping away.
"It's okay.. I can help you with your case if you give me one thing in return."
"No." She shook her head. "I know what you want. Get out." Though, it was tempting. She wanted to solve the case. Not for fame and glory, but for the main fact that she didn't want anyone else to die. Too many people had died already.
"Give me a reason to."
"You won't go to fucking prison, how's that for a reason?"
"Why are you so angry..?"
"You're a goddamn psychopath, is why."
"Tell me why you think that, darling.." He replied in a soothing voice.
"NO!" She went to the phone, but the man swiftly pulled out a picture that made her fall back in to her seat.
All her memories filled her head at the same time. A picture of a better time. A picture of when she was in love. With him.
"No.." She bowed her head. "I... please... why... go away... stop terrorizing me!"
"I can't stop terrorizing you with the facts, darling." He chuckled. "I guess it's hard not to use facts and point out the obvious. You're still in love with me, dear."
"NO!" She stood up, from outside the glass windows that stared into her office, people were staring. "I'm not! How retarded do you have to be to think that!?"
"You.." He was cut of with an eager voice.
She let out a groan. "No.." She covered her ears and broke into quiet sobs. "Get out of my head.." She was so easy to manipulate. She was intelligent, but he was much more.. controlling. He could manipulate anyone he wanted to. Make them feel any emotion he wanted them to. And they wouldn't even know it was him doing it.
"Just give me what I want and I'll never speak to you again."
"What do you want, you don't want help with your illness. What do you really want?"
"You." He looked so calm and confident. Though he'd never be the person she fell in love with again.
"Why? So you can hurt me again..?"
"No.." He whispered.
"No, I don't care if you torture me to death, I'm not going with you. I'm done." At this time she was just mindlessly saying no at reflex.
"Fair enough.." He left the room, and she let out a relieved sighed.
Her coworker walked in with a concerned look. "What was with you and that guy?"
"Don't ask questions. Just make sure he never comes back into this building, understand?"
He raised an eyebrow and shrugged. "Okay." He left with caution.
At this point she couldn't concentrate. As if he left a parasite inside her head to snack on her when he couldn't. He laid her head on the desk and clasped her hands behind her neck. "Why me.. I should have been paying closer attention to him.. I wish I could've helped him.."
She sighed and lifted her head back up. She had a murderer to catch.
"The Distraction Killer.." She whispered under her breath. "Need to stay focused on what this is all about."
She clenched her jaw, picked up a pen and paper and scribbled about.
After a few hours she'd called it a night. She headed home and contemplated the recent events. How the hell did he find where I work?
Wow, I can imagine what people think about me now.. Pathetic, weak, and easy to manipulate. She sighed and pulled into the apartment complex.
No, I need to stop thinking all this, it's just what he wants me to thing so I'll lower my guard. She looked around her, at the surroundings. She looked up into the sky. She hoped she'd be able to quit soon. To get out here. Instead she gets to be where ever she doesn't.
She walked into the building and into her apartment. She sat down at her desk and put her forehead on the desk. I have a pretty boring life.. Sure, I may capture a bad guy every now and then. But I have a horrible life.. I'd wake up, get ready for work, then leave. Then I come home, and do this. Sulk.
She stood up and sighed, and as always, walked to her counter and grabbed a bottle of whiskey. "Wish I had something stronger.." She sipped straight out of the bottle. She hoped this would kill some of the memories. The memories of her shooting him, her partner. Should've payed more effing attention.
She groaned and sat in the corner of the kitchen area. Would this be her life forever? I guess it's too late for me to change my life now. To change the world. It's too late now. What was I thinking? Saving lives from criminals to make the world a better place? The world would never be a better place.
She took another sip from the bottle and sighed. There was a knock on the door. Give me a break. She put the lid back on the drink and put it back in the cabinet.
She walked to the door, almost stumbling, and answered it.
Her ex. Her non-psycho but close ex. "What do you want, Jacob?"
"Uhm, just came to talk."
She sighed and opened the door. He had a bag in his hands.
"Now just tell me what you need to talk about." She closed the door behind her.
"So you're a girl, right? You're good talking about other girls, right?"
She rolled her eyes, yet found it funny due to the amount of alcohol in her system. "No, I'm a platypus. Yes, Jacob. I'm a girl."
"It was a joke.. I was just asking if you were good with talking about girls.. Because you seem better at talking about guys. That's a compliment. Because.. in kiddy terms.. tom-boys are actually pretty cool as well. And you seem to be one. I seriously mean that with the dearest of respect."
She chuckled to that comment, "What is it?"
He put the bag on to the counter. "A uh.. current girlfriend is being kind of.. spoiled. But I really don't want to end the relationship because up to now she was amazing."
She snooped in the bag and found a half drunken bottle of wine. Jackpot.
"Uh, yeah. You can have the rest of that if you want."
She pulled out the bottle and held it. "And so.. what's she doing exactly?" She asked.
"Turns out she only liked me for my money. She always passes by a store when we go somewhere, and asks me for something from it. Makes me feel a bit sick. That's all she talks to me about now."
"So, if she was nice up until now.. And she turns out to have just been using you this whole time. Maybe I'm just drunk, but maybe she wasn't nice up until this moment. She was just acting so, that way she could get in to your pocket. In return for.." She hiccuped. "You know what.. at least you get something out of it."
"Actually, that doesn't seem too bad in that case."
She gave him an upset glance.
"It was a joke! Calm down!" He chuckled. "Yeah, I remember your sense of humor fades when you're drunk."
She smiled. "No wonder you broke up with me."
He shook his head. "No, it was a mistake compared to dating all those other girls."
She sat down on a stool and put down the wine. "Rude!"
"I meant that in all due respect." He smiled.
"Yeah.. yeah.. 'course you did.." She smirked back at him.
"I guess you're right. She isn't the girl I thought she was.. S-sorry for bothering you." He stood up.
"No, it's alright. Stay for awhile. It's good to be able to talk to someone other than my boss for a change."
"Okay.. I'll stay for awhile longer."
She grabbed two wine glasses from her cabinet whilst he just sat there. She poured the remainder of the drink into the glasses. She raised one glass, while he grabbed the other.
"To... psycho-assholes!" She joked.
"To psycho-assholes." He grinned.
Finally, a break from her normal routine. Even if it's just a quick conversation with an ex, it's something.
She took a sip from the wine, and he put his glass down. Wait... I might be drunk, but...
"You might need to sit down.." He whispered.
"What the hell is going on...?" She began to feel lightheaded, drowsy. She fell down onto her couch. Shit...
"You... drugged me." Her speech was getting slurred, from something more than just the alcohol.
"I did what I had to. He isn't the only one after you. And I was the only one close enough to you to get you."
"You don't understand what... he did to me. He fr-"
He cut her off with a soft voice. "Shh... Just go to sleep."
"Fuck you." She muttered under her breath. Though she had no choice but to "go to sleep". Her consciousness slipped out from under her.
~ Present
"Then..." She sighed. "That's when I was kidnapped. Shit, I'm sorry if I stressed you out."
"No, I understand how it feels to let it out." He flashed a reassuring smile. "But, if you don't mind, you were cut off near the end... What happened? He freh?"
"He framed me for his murder." She looked down, she always hated reminding herself of that day.
"Goddamn. I guess we both had messed up lives in the past."
She nodded. "I've gotta go, you try and sleep it off if you can..."
He nodded back, though he bit his lower lip in confliction.
She left, just to feel the pain she felt all over again. Any ounce of hope to get over her own drug addiction, gone.
A/N: Sorry for the horribly written episode, I'm still a bit depressed.