The gun was pointed right between my eyes, his finger twitching on the trigger. My own gun was drawn, though I lowered it as he commanded, my best chance of survival.
"Why?" I breathed out, betrayal clear in my voice. My eyes watered against my will, though no tears fell. "Why are you doing this Peter?"
"You know why, Luce." Peter shook his head, almost like he was disappointed. "You should have just kept your nose out of it."
"You know I couldn't do that! You knew I was on this case!" I growled, all feelings for this man slipping away as the seconds passed. "But it didn't matter, did it? You only wanted the money."
Peter took a step closer and I immediately stepped back, causing him to chuckle.
"I really am sorry about this, Lucy." He sighed, his gun clicking as he loaded and prepared to fire. "I really did love you."
Brooklyn P.D. had been working this case for so long now, but no one ever suspected it was Peter. We'd been engaged for only four months, and the whole time he had been the one we were looking for. The one who had murdered the victim, the big boss behind everything. As I'd recently discovered, with the murder of the victim, Peter would be the one to inherit all of the victims money. I felt so stupid for not knowing he was related, but he hid it so well. No one knew. Peter Pratt wasn't even his real name. It was Pete Johnson. I truly didn't know the many that I previously planned to spend my life with.
"No," I growled. "You didn't."
With quick reflexes, I snatched my keys from my belt and tossed them at Peter, momentarily distracting him. As an automatic reflex, he reached up to catch them, and I took my chance.
BANG!
He cried out as the bullet pierced his shoulder, collapsing to the ground. He went still and I hesitantly moved closer to him, my gun aimed right at him. I kicked his gun away with my foot, reaching down to check his pulse. At the last second, his hand shot out and he pulled an extra gun from his belt. The BANG echoed in my ears and I screamed as I was shot in the shoulder, the force knocking me backwards. My gun slipped from my grip as I crashed to the ground.
Peter pushed himself up, stumbling a bit, then chuckling darkly as he aimed his gun at me. I rolled out of the way as he fired, the shot piercing the wood floor. Ignoring the pain in my shoulder, I crawled towards my gun, which was only feet away. "No you don't." Peter grunted, grabbing my legs from behind. I dug my fingers into the wood as he dragged me back, trying to grip onto anything I could. He forced me onto my back and we struggled for a few moments, before I managed to bring my knees to my chest. Using all the strength I could muster up, I kicked out, hitting him in the chest and knocking him away with a grunt. He stumbled backwards and I scrambled for my gun, reaching it just as he regained his balance. He went to shoot, but I beat him to it.
BANG!
He cried out.
BANG!
He stumbled backwards.
BANG!
With the third shot to his chest, his gun slipped from his fingers and he collapsed to his knees. A strangled noise came from his mouth, blood already trickling out, telling me that I'd hit one of his lungs. He fell back onto his back with a thud.
Groaning, I forced myself off the ground, my gun firmly in my grasp. I touched my shoulder and felt my injury, the pain starting to overpower the adrenaline. I was bleeding pretty good, but I don't think it was anything too serious. Ignoring the pain once again, I slowly approached Peter's unmoving body. I once again kicked the gun away just to be sure and reached down, pressing my fingers to his neck.
No pulse. He was dead this time, that's for sure.
With a sigh, I looked away from his lifeless eyes, hearing the sirens in the background. It was about damn time backup showed up.
"Lucy."
My eyes shot open and I looked up at the voice of Karen, my boss. I realized I had fallen asleep at my desk and groaned, running my hands down my face.
"Shit, I'm sorry Karen." I apologized, cracking my neck.
"It's fine Luce." She smiled down at me. I was thankful that she wasn't a total bitch like most Police shows portrayed the boss to be. "Why don't you go home, get some rest? I can't imagine this desk is comfortable."
"I'm fine, Karen." I attempted to assure her, but Karen wasn't convinced.
"With all do respect Lucy, no, you're not." She said, pulling up a chair and sitting next to me. "Look, why don't you take a break for a while? Go on vacation or something? You were shot, after all. You could use the time to yourself."
"Thank you for your concern, I truly appreciate it, but I can work just fine." I said, rolling my shoulders to show her. My left arm had been in a cast last week so it was immobile, the doctors orders so that my shoulder would heal faster, but I finally got the cast off. Now I only had medical bandages, to prevent infection. I was getting my stitches out tomorrow, and though my arm still hurt like hell, it didn't affect my work.
"Sweetie, you're exhausted." She pointed out, and I really was, but I still wanted to work. Karen's face grew sympathetic then. "Look, Lucy, I know things haven't been easy for you lately. Everything with Peter, and what happened to Jack..."
I froze, my chest tightening at the mention of my little brother. It had been two months now since the car chase and crash that cost him his life. When I heard the news of my brothers death, I was a mess. I knew I didn't hide it very well, but I sure tried.
Feeling my emotions building up, I realized just how tired and upset I truly was. Maybe a vacation wasn't such a bad idea.
Karen watched my face shift and set her hand on my arm. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that-"
"No," I cut her off. "No, it's fine." I gulped, standing from my seat and sighing. "I think I will take that vacation."
