Sailing in the storm without an anchor

by Creaky Ninja

SEQUEL TO WHISPERS OF THE PAST AND PRIMED FOR THE STORM. The team struggle to find normal again after previous events. In the meantime, they are assigned a particularly gruesome case. After multiple dead ends, the team discovers that all is not what it seems. Questions will be answered and the team will be pushed to their limits. Set early season 2.

1. Chapter 1

Here it is. Finally. The sequel to 'Whispers of the past and primed for the storm'.

I'm not one hundred percent happy with it (more like sixty percent), but here we go anyway.

CHAPTER 1

Present time:

When recounting the events of this day three weeks later, Detective Danny Williams will wonder how it all came to this. He will ask himself how he didn't see this coming. Well, he knew something was going to happen, just not…this. They had been so busy looking the other way that this had completely blindsided them.

The sight in front of him was one he would never he able to scrub from his brain. He should have listened to his gut rather than follow orders blindly. The warning signs were all there. He could have prevented all of this and now…history was repeating itself and he had allowed it to happen. Maybe Steve was right…

The acrid smell of smoke invaded Danny's nostrils, making his stomach churn. He turned away from the smouldering wreckage that mocked him to vomit. All that came up was bile, leaving his throat feeling raw and his stomach empty as he heaved.

This couldn't be happening.

Not now.

Not after everything that had already happened.

Why wouldn't it stop?

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She waited.

It was a beautiful day. The water was crystal clear and calm, birds swooping low to catch their prey unawares. Like most days, she sat there and watched the gentle ebb and flow of the water at the edge of the beach. She watched the water swirl as it surged forwards, leaving distinct impressions on the sand. Soon, another gush of pristine water would come to replace the previous with its own unique portrait.

She looked down at her watch. It was late.

She looked back up the beach, hoping to see some movement, some indication that she wasn't wasting her time.

'No,' she told herself. 'That wasn't possible.'

She wasn't wrong about the connection. He wouldn't just leave her waiting here by herself. Not when every other day he had shown. Sure, he was reluctant, but soon, very soon, he would admit that she was right. She had all the time in the world to wait, but did he?

Her watch chimed, telling her it was time to go.

Next time.