Author's Note: O_O What's this? An actual update in this story? Ah, well. I
got bored and thought I'd update this. I remember someone asking about how
Danny survived so I put that in this chapter. Mmph. Review!
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"So, tell me, Tammy." Shae said as she walked beside her blonde partner towards their offices a few weeks later, "Did you find any information on Witwer? How he survived that bullet through the head?"
Glancing over to Shae, Tammy silently wondered why she was so interested, "They found his body in John Anderton's apartment and took him to the hospital. After a long surgery, they got both bullets out and revived him. You know, with all this futuristic medicine coming out, it's hard to keep up."
Shae didn't answer this time as she drifted into thought. She had seen the scar from the bullet on Danny's forehead when they had first met, but hadn't thought anything of it. Apparently, he had been through much more than she could ever dream of experiencing. Or so she thought.
Returning her attention back to the conversation, Shae looked back to Tammy. "Well, thanks for finding that information for me. See you around," She stopped walking when she reached her office and nodded a goodbye to Tammy.
As she sat down, Shae opened a drawer and pulled out some old reports that she had kept over time. For months, she had been searching for the murderer of her fiancée and as of late, she was beginning to lose hope. It was six years ago. Just before Precrime had begun. She had been nineteen at the time, fresh out of high school and attending a community college nearby. Life had been perfect back then. She was engaged, getting perfect grades, and had been offered a wonderful job. However, when Cole had been murdered, she completely lost it. Finding out who killed him was the only thing she thought about.
"Slacking off again, Michillen?" Danny said as he stood outside Shae's office, giving her an arrogant smirk.
Shae nearly yelped with surprise and turned her head to look at Danny. When she saw it was only he, a scoff escaped her, "Oh, its you. Don't you have anything better to do than harass me? Beat it."
"Sorry, I don't take orders from you," Danny placed his hands in his pockets before leaning against the frame of the door, "I can go where ever I want to."
"Look, I'm busy. I have no time to argue with you about where you can and can't go."
Danny rolled his eyes at her before grabbing one of the reports off her desk, reading it silently. An eyebrow raised before he looked down at her, "What are you doing looking at old stuff like this?"
"None of your business," retorted Shae.
"It certainly is. You know it's against the rules for a rookie agent to have old reports like this. Who knows what hands it might fall into?"
"I have my reasons to have these, Witwer. And Chief Anderton already gave me his permission to have these."
Danny chuckled as he stuck a piece of gum into his mouth.
"Just get out." Shae growled at him.
The dark-haired man shrugged in reply before strolling away, chewing his gum rather obnoxiously. Shae's glare followed him until he couldn't be seen anymore and she let out a frustrated growl after he was gone.
"I somewhat wish he would have died," Shae thought aloud. "He seems so. undignified."
"That's a rather vulgar thought, don't you think?" Tammy said as she came into her friend's office, holding a stack of paper. "These are for you to fill out on the recent murder attempts."
Shae sighed heavily. "Okay. I'll work on it. Our shift in the prediction room is in a few hours. I should be done by then."
The blonde girl leaned up against her friend's desk, "Listen. You haven't been the same. Is something bothering you?"
".No."
"Does it have anything to do with Cole's death? Shae, that was a long time ago."
Shae shook her head, "Look, I really need to fill these out."
Tammy frowned in reply and slowly started to leave. "If you ever need to talk about it. just ask."
"Sure."
Later that evening, Tammy sat near the computer by the Pre-Cog room, doing nothing in particular. A murder hadn't happened for a while but just in case, Tammy was ordered to sit and report if there happened to be a red ball. "Man... This is really boring... Can't somebody think about killing someone else yet?" But sure enough, a small struggling could be heard in the Pre-Cog room, a red ball sliding down the spiral tubes soon after.
Shae looked up from her remaining paperwork before setting those files down and sprinting upstairs to where Tammy stood. She stopped beside her and looked down at the struggling Pre-Cogs before glancing over to Tammy, "Track it..." She sat down in a chair before looking at a list of possible locations.
"Roger that. I'll try and get all the info I can. Go ahead and start looking at the pictures." With that, Tammy started with her work, moving pictures of possible victims this way and that, trying to identify them.
Chief John Anderton came rather quickly up the stairs, moving past Danny before moving up next to Tammy. His eyes scanned the glass screen for a moment. "Looks to be one homicide... Good, very good. Not too much of a run for us." He looked back over to Shae. "How much information do you have?"
"Not much, yet."
Danny walked casually up the stairs to help investigate the crime. But as soon as he saw who was in the room, a small frown formed on his face. "I suggest you start looking at the information now, Michellin. You might let the murder slip by at the pace YOU'RE going."
Looking at Danny, Shae scowled at him before looking back to the screen. "Tams, what does the setting look like?"
"Looks like the victim is a..." Tammy moved a few more pictures away, finally landing on a match to the name the red ball came up with. "This guy's a white male, about five foot nine, and he lives in the Alderbrooke neighborhood on Baseline Street."
"I've got the address!" Shae took a small piece of glass out and copied it onto the piece before jumping to her feet.
Danny leaned against the wall, shaking his head at Shae's performance, even though she actually had been working quite fast for a new Pre-Cop. He stuck one hand in his pocket and pulled out a small stick of gum before throwing it into his mouth, deciding to remain quiet. Turning to the others, John made a motion for them to go. and go fast. "Let's move!"
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"So, tell me, Tammy." Shae said as she walked beside her blonde partner towards their offices a few weeks later, "Did you find any information on Witwer? How he survived that bullet through the head?"
Glancing over to Shae, Tammy silently wondered why she was so interested, "They found his body in John Anderton's apartment and took him to the hospital. After a long surgery, they got both bullets out and revived him. You know, with all this futuristic medicine coming out, it's hard to keep up."
Shae didn't answer this time as she drifted into thought. She had seen the scar from the bullet on Danny's forehead when they had first met, but hadn't thought anything of it. Apparently, he had been through much more than she could ever dream of experiencing. Or so she thought.
Returning her attention back to the conversation, Shae looked back to Tammy. "Well, thanks for finding that information for me. See you around," She stopped walking when she reached her office and nodded a goodbye to Tammy.
As she sat down, Shae opened a drawer and pulled out some old reports that she had kept over time. For months, she had been searching for the murderer of her fiancée and as of late, she was beginning to lose hope. It was six years ago. Just before Precrime had begun. She had been nineteen at the time, fresh out of high school and attending a community college nearby. Life had been perfect back then. She was engaged, getting perfect grades, and had been offered a wonderful job. However, when Cole had been murdered, she completely lost it. Finding out who killed him was the only thing she thought about.
"Slacking off again, Michillen?" Danny said as he stood outside Shae's office, giving her an arrogant smirk.
Shae nearly yelped with surprise and turned her head to look at Danny. When she saw it was only he, a scoff escaped her, "Oh, its you. Don't you have anything better to do than harass me? Beat it."
"Sorry, I don't take orders from you," Danny placed his hands in his pockets before leaning against the frame of the door, "I can go where ever I want to."
"Look, I'm busy. I have no time to argue with you about where you can and can't go."
Danny rolled his eyes at her before grabbing one of the reports off her desk, reading it silently. An eyebrow raised before he looked down at her, "What are you doing looking at old stuff like this?"
"None of your business," retorted Shae.
"It certainly is. You know it's against the rules for a rookie agent to have old reports like this. Who knows what hands it might fall into?"
"I have my reasons to have these, Witwer. And Chief Anderton already gave me his permission to have these."
Danny chuckled as he stuck a piece of gum into his mouth.
"Just get out." Shae growled at him.
The dark-haired man shrugged in reply before strolling away, chewing his gum rather obnoxiously. Shae's glare followed him until he couldn't be seen anymore and she let out a frustrated growl after he was gone.
"I somewhat wish he would have died," Shae thought aloud. "He seems so. undignified."
"That's a rather vulgar thought, don't you think?" Tammy said as she came into her friend's office, holding a stack of paper. "These are for you to fill out on the recent murder attempts."
Shae sighed heavily. "Okay. I'll work on it. Our shift in the prediction room is in a few hours. I should be done by then."
The blonde girl leaned up against her friend's desk, "Listen. You haven't been the same. Is something bothering you?"
".No."
"Does it have anything to do with Cole's death? Shae, that was a long time ago."
Shae shook her head, "Look, I really need to fill these out."
Tammy frowned in reply and slowly started to leave. "If you ever need to talk about it. just ask."
"Sure."
Later that evening, Tammy sat near the computer by the Pre-Cog room, doing nothing in particular. A murder hadn't happened for a while but just in case, Tammy was ordered to sit and report if there happened to be a red ball. "Man... This is really boring... Can't somebody think about killing someone else yet?" But sure enough, a small struggling could be heard in the Pre-Cog room, a red ball sliding down the spiral tubes soon after.
Shae looked up from her remaining paperwork before setting those files down and sprinting upstairs to where Tammy stood. She stopped beside her and looked down at the struggling Pre-Cogs before glancing over to Tammy, "Track it..." She sat down in a chair before looking at a list of possible locations.
"Roger that. I'll try and get all the info I can. Go ahead and start looking at the pictures." With that, Tammy started with her work, moving pictures of possible victims this way and that, trying to identify them.
Chief John Anderton came rather quickly up the stairs, moving past Danny before moving up next to Tammy. His eyes scanned the glass screen for a moment. "Looks to be one homicide... Good, very good. Not too much of a run for us." He looked back over to Shae. "How much information do you have?"
"Not much, yet."
Danny walked casually up the stairs to help investigate the crime. But as soon as he saw who was in the room, a small frown formed on his face. "I suggest you start looking at the information now, Michellin. You might let the murder slip by at the pace YOU'RE going."
Looking at Danny, Shae scowled at him before looking back to the screen. "Tams, what does the setting look like?"
"Looks like the victim is a..." Tammy moved a few more pictures away, finally landing on a match to the name the red ball came up with. "This guy's a white male, about five foot nine, and he lives in the Alderbrooke neighborhood on Baseline Street."
"I've got the address!" Shae took a small piece of glass out and copied it onto the piece before jumping to her feet.
Danny leaned against the wall, shaking his head at Shae's performance, even though she actually had been working quite fast for a new Pre-Cop. He stuck one hand in his pocket and pulled out a small stick of gum before throwing it into his mouth, deciding to remain quiet. Turning to the others, John made a motion for them to go. and go fast. "Let's move!"