Hey...Yeah, I'm on break right now so I have the time to update..the first time in months. Hehe :) Um, please don't kill me!
-Kira
I ran out of the hospital and to Dimitri's car (not after changing out of that hideous hospital gown of course) practically begging for him to go faster to the morgue (not like he wasn't already going 15 miles per hour above the speed limit, but whatever). Before he even finished parking, I was out of the car and rushing towards the freezers where they kept the bodies from rotting. Alberta was hunched over a table, studying a brutally mutilated body very intently.
"Alberta!" I screamed at her.
She stood up so fast that her head hit the light used for further illuminating the bodies.
"Rose!" She ran over to hug me, blood and guts covering her smock. Seeing this, I stopped her before she came too close.
"Umm…Alberta? Could you maybe change? Or at least take off the smock…." I trailed off, looking at the blood wasn't really helping the massive headache I was fighting off right now.
"OH! Dear, I am so sorry, I just get…excited." She smiled at me at went to go wash up.
"I assume you aren't here because you missed me and you just wanted to see the head some sick person left on your desk, am I correct?" She spoke to me without drawing her attention from washing her hands in the cold metal sink at the far end of the room.
"Well, yes. " I admitted sheepishly. She nodded and offered a small smile, one I always imagined my mother giving to me.
"This way then." She walked over to one of the built in freezer compartments and pulled it out of the wall. On the slide out tray was a face of one I recognized all too well.
"Tasha Ozera?"
"Yes, the dental records confirmed the identity earlier this afternoon. Her head was severed post-mortem as seen by the discoloration around the wound."
"Do you know cause of death?" I tried not to flinch as Tasha's cold blue eyes blankly stared at me.
"Not yet, we would need the rest of the body to actually figure that out. At least she was dead before her head was severed." Alberta shook her head slightly, her grey bob softly swooshing against her cheeks in the process.
"Was there any other clue?" I asked hopefully. Maybe, just maybe, my luck would change.
Alberta nodded and walked over to a shelf full of plastic tubs and evidence bags. She pulled out a evidence bag with what looked like a wet piece of paper in it and walked back over to me.
"This was found shoved in her mouth; it looks as though the killer wanted to leave you a message."
I reached for the bag mechanically. Nothing about this was right. Sure Tasha was crack-dealing ho, but she didn't deserve to be killed. Especially just if it was to send me a message. I looked down at the bag in my hands. The ink was smudged a little from the moisture in Tasha's mouth, but other than that, it was completely coherent.
Ring around the Rosie, pocket's full of posies, ashes ashes you WILL fall down.
Little Rosie Posie, I'm coming for you. Watch your back.
Love, You know who.
I was stuck in my damn apartment. The director of the FBI had found out that I was being threatened and insisted on 24/7 protection, along with Lissa and Dimitri. 24/7 protection my ass. This was more like house arrest. I couldn't even work on the case. In fact, I might even be taken off of it due to "conflicting interests". Bullshit. The only "conflicting interest" I'm having about this case is whether or not I should go rogue and hunt down this threatening bastard myself.
Nothing has happened since I received the head on my desk in terms of the case anyway. Its almost like he knew I was on leave. Though I don't know how he would. That information is classified and hasn't left my unit of the FBI. In fact, the only only other people who know outside my unit are Mason, the director, my mother, and father (who just so happened to be keeping tabs on me and sending his own "protection detail" to watch me).
Life had been moving very slowly lately, that's for sure.
However, all of this time let me think. About the case; about life; about Dimitri.
Dimitri. Just the thought of him made my heart flutter. Such a cliché, but a true one. We hadn't spent much time together since the house arrest began, but that was all going to change tonight, for we were finally going to go on a date.
I pulled up to the restaurant in my black SUV and stepped out in my short strapless red dress and 5 inch black pumps. As I searched around for Dimitri, I spotted someone else incredibly familiar.
"Mason?" I squealed. I hadn't seen him since the note on the wall incident nearly 3 months ago. This was a long time to not see a person, let alone one of your best friends.
"Rosie Posie!" He embraced me in a tight hug. "What are you doing here?"
I laughed at his old nickname for me. "Meeting my boyfriend, Dimitri."
His chuckling face suddenly grew cold as he growled, "He's not good for you Rose."
"Excuse me? Who are you to tell me who's good for me or not? You don't even know him!" I was shocked. This was so unlike the naturally good-humored Mason.
"Rose-" He tried with softer eyes.
"Save it. I don't want to hear it." I cut him off and turned on my heels to look for Dimtiri.
"I can't let you make this mistake, Rose." He came up behind me and placed his hands on my waist.
"Get off of me Mason!" I yelled trying to struggle away from him.
"Afraid I can't do that sweetheart. And you know why." Then it dawned on me.
Sweet little innocent Mason was the killer.
And I was his next victim.
Well that happened faster than I would have liked, but I don't really have a plan for this story, as you have probably guessed. Oh well! Happy gobble gobble day!
