For the entire week after that, Kelly woke up every morning trembling from
the nightmares. She had insisted that Sabrina fly home to be with her
husband and her son, but that didn't mean that Kelly didn't miss having
someone around that she could at least consider talking to. Sabrina knew
Kelly too well to believe all of the lies that she had told her about how
she was though, and Kelly just couldn't get herself to talk to anyone about
how she really felt. Instead, she went to work every day, helped Bosley
with the paperwork, and then at night, she tried to figure out a way to get
the nightmares to stop.
Around midweek, however, Kelly had the most intense nightmare yet. As usual, she was back at the scene, talking to Joe Danworth, except this time, instead of Bosley being there, she was surrounded by hundred's of Danwoth's, all saying the same thing, and acting the same way. The scene played itself out just like it were from a movie, Kelly almost observing every word that she had said, except she still didn't anticipate him pulling out and shooting the gun, and she definitely didn't anticipate all of them doing the same. She could hear all of the shots echo through her head at once, and then she felt the pain crash over her like a tidal wave. At the same time, she could hear herself screaming, a scream so intense, yet nobody else seemed to hear it. Just as her body was crashing to the ground she could see blood covering the grass, and then realized that there was already a body there, her body. Blood was streaming from her head, yet her eyes were still open, a look of terror implanted in them. Just as her screams began to intensify with the fear and with the pain, Kelly jolted awake, still screaming as her heart pounded, and her lungs worked in overdrive. After pulling herself together, Kelly knew that she couldn't handle the nightmares for much longer. She had to do something, anything, to get them to stop, even if that meant quitting her job.
A week later, Kelly was still struggling with the nightmares, but she was determined to not let it effect her work. When Charlie called Kelly at home, however, both to check up on her, and to see if she was ready to rejoin the action, she realized that she would have to make a decision, and then stick to whatever it was.
"How have you been feeling lately Angel?"
"Fine Charlie. Never been better." Kelly replied.
"No lingering effects from what happened?"
"No. I'm fine."
"Well that's good. Listen angel, I have an assignment for you, outside of the office, but if you don't feel ready, you don't have to take it."
"I'm ready Charlie. What is it?" Kelly forced herself to say.
"The drug bust Kris and Julie have been working on, they've both been exposed by our suspects, but we still need some more evidence before we can send the police in. I want you to go and talk to them. Try to make a deal with them, anything that we can use to guarantee a conviction."
"They haven't fled?" Kelly asked. Usually when criminals knew that the cops were onto them, they fled the country.
"Not yet. We think they have a big deal at the end of the week, and their holding out to make sure it goes through. We have until then to make our case."
"Ok. Just tell me where and when." After that, Kelly wrote down the address that she was supposed to go to and then hung up the phone. As soon as she did, however, she felt her stomach get tight, and her hands started to shake. For the first time in her professional career, Kelly was physically scared, and she was showing it. There had been many times when Kelly had been afraid, but never to the point where she was shaking.
After gaining composure, Kelly then picked up her purse and opened it to make sure that she had her gun. Just looking at the same type of weapon that had almost taken her life twice caused Kelly to feel uneasy. Trying to remain professional, and more importantly, fearless, Kelly left her house, got into her car, and headed to the address that Charlie had just given her. She had been instructed to call the office when she got there, and then again when she was on her way back.
The ride to that part of town didn't feel nearly as long as Kelly had hoped. Before she knew it, she was hanging up her phone, and getting out of the car, praying that her fear wasn't obvious. When she knocked on the door, however, she could feel the pain creeping back into her head, and her breathing became rapid and shallow, as images of that day ran through her head in an overwhelming manner. Kelly tried to suppress them, but the more seconds that passed, the harder her heart was beating, and she knew that terror had been implanted on her face. She was being overwhelmed by a panic attack, a condition that was foreign to Kelly. Knowing that her cover would be blown if the criminals saw her like that, though, she ran around the corner of the house, and ducked behind an overgrown bush, listening as the door opened and the guys looked around, trying to figure out who had been there.
Once the coast was clear, Kelly sat down on the ground, as tears came to her eyes. She could feel the job that she loved slipping through her fingers, and she knew she had to either get over what had happened, or she would have to quit and move on to a new profession.
Kelly never called to let the others know that she was on her way back. Instead, she drove around for a good two hours, ignoring her phone as it rang minute after minute, and then arrived back at the office, her composure re-gained. When she walked in, she could see just by their eyes that the others had been worried about her, and Kelly didn't blame them. She was worried about herself, too. Instead of answering the questions of where she had been, she simply sat down in front of the desk, dialed Charlie's number and then listened as the phone rang.
"Is she there?" Charlie immediately asked. Apparently, he had been worried as well.
"Yes Charlie, I'm here." Kelly replied. Now all she had to do was figure out how to say what she was there to say.
"What happened Angel? Are you ok?"
"I'm fine Charlie. I only came back to tell you that I'm resigning. I'll drop off my letter at the end of the week." Kelly finally blurted out. She had been considering resigning the entire time, but she hadn't gotten the courage to say it until she realized that she couldn't function at her job anymore.
Kelly avoided the questions of shock and concern that followed, and instead, she simply said good bye before walking out the door, tears once again surfacing on her cheeks. Kelly wasn't a quitter, she had never been, but she knew that she couldn't do her job any more.
Around midweek, however, Kelly had the most intense nightmare yet. As usual, she was back at the scene, talking to Joe Danworth, except this time, instead of Bosley being there, she was surrounded by hundred's of Danwoth's, all saying the same thing, and acting the same way. The scene played itself out just like it were from a movie, Kelly almost observing every word that she had said, except she still didn't anticipate him pulling out and shooting the gun, and she definitely didn't anticipate all of them doing the same. She could hear all of the shots echo through her head at once, and then she felt the pain crash over her like a tidal wave. At the same time, she could hear herself screaming, a scream so intense, yet nobody else seemed to hear it. Just as her body was crashing to the ground she could see blood covering the grass, and then realized that there was already a body there, her body. Blood was streaming from her head, yet her eyes were still open, a look of terror implanted in them. Just as her screams began to intensify with the fear and with the pain, Kelly jolted awake, still screaming as her heart pounded, and her lungs worked in overdrive. After pulling herself together, Kelly knew that she couldn't handle the nightmares for much longer. She had to do something, anything, to get them to stop, even if that meant quitting her job.
A week later, Kelly was still struggling with the nightmares, but she was determined to not let it effect her work. When Charlie called Kelly at home, however, both to check up on her, and to see if she was ready to rejoin the action, she realized that she would have to make a decision, and then stick to whatever it was.
"How have you been feeling lately Angel?"
"Fine Charlie. Never been better." Kelly replied.
"No lingering effects from what happened?"
"No. I'm fine."
"Well that's good. Listen angel, I have an assignment for you, outside of the office, but if you don't feel ready, you don't have to take it."
"I'm ready Charlie. What is it?" Kelly forced herself to say.
"The drug bust Kris and Julie have been working on, they've both been exposed by our suspects, but we still need some more evidence before we can send the police in. I want you to go and talk to them. Try to make a deal with them, anything that we can use to guarantee a conviction."
"They haven't fled?" Kelly asked. Usually when criminals knew that the cops were onto them, they fled the country.
"Not yet. We think they have a big deal at the end of the week, and their holding out to make sure it goes through. We have until then to make our case."
"Ok. Just tell me where and when." After that, Kelly wrote down the address that she was supposed to go to and then hung up the phone. As soon as she did, however, she felt her stomach get tight, and her hands started to shake. For the first time in her professional career, Kelly was physically scared, and she was showing it. There had been many times when Kelly had been afraid, but never to the point where she was shaking.
After gaining composure, Kelly then picked up her purse and opened it to make sure that she had her gun. Just looking at the same type of weapon that had almost taken her life twice caused Kelly to feel uneasy. Trying to remain professional, and more importantly, fearless, Kelly left her house, got into her car, and headed to the address that Charlie had just given her. She had been instructed to call the office when she got there, and then again when she was on her way back.
The ride to that part of town didn't feel nearly as long as Kelly had hoped. Before she knew it, she was hanging up her phone, and getting out of the car, praying that her fear wasn't obvious. When she knocked on the door, however, she could feel the pain creeping back into her head, and her breathing became rapid and shallow, as images of that day ran through her head in an overwhelming manner. Kelly tried to suppress them, but the more seconds that passed, the harder her heart was beating, and she knew that terror had been implanted on her face. She was being overwhelmed by a panic attack, a condition that was foreign to Kelly. Knowing that her cover would be blown if the criminals saw her like that, though, she ran around the corner of the house, and ducked behind an overgrown bush, listening as the door opened and the guys looked around, trying to figure out who had been there.
Once the coast was clear, Kelly sat down on the ground, as tears came to her eyes. She could feel the job that she loved slipping through her fingers, and she knew she had to either get over what had happened, or she would have to quit and move on to a new profession.
Kelly never called to let the others know that she was on her way back. Instead, she drove around for a good two hours, ignoring her phone as it rang minute after minute, and then arrived back at the office, her composure re-gained. When she walked in, she could see just by their eyes that the others had been worried about her, and Kelly didn't blame them. She was worried about herself, too. Instead of answering the questions of where she had been, she simply sat down in front of the desk, dialed Charlie's number and then listened as the phone rang.
"Is she there?" Charlie immediately asked. Apparently, he had been worried as well.
"Yes Charlie, I'm here." Kelly replied. Now all she had to do was figure out how to say what she was there to say.
"What happened Angel? Are you ok?"
"I'm fine Charlie. I only came back to tell you that I'm resigning. I'll drop off my letter at the end of the week." Kelly finally blurted out. She had been considering resigning the entire time, but she hadn't gotten the courage to say it until she realized that she couldn't function at her job anymore.
Kelly avoided the questions of shock and concern that followed, and instead, she simply said good bye before walking out the door, tears once again surfacing on her cheeks. Kelly wasn't a quitter, she had never been, but she knew that she couldn't do her job any more.