Thank you so much for the reviews, they definitely encouraged me to keep writing. I hope you enjoy this next chapter. And I wanted to assure you that Sam will not be the bad guy in this story, he's just looking out for Oliver.
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On Sunday evening, Emily's phone rang while she was washing up her dishes from dinner. She fumbled with her gloves and managed to get one of her hands free.
"Hello?" she answered.
"Hello? Miss Weaver? This is Officer Shaw calling from Division 15. How are you doing this evening?" Oliver asked.
Emily juggled the phone between her ear and shoulder while trying to remove the other glove. "I'm good, how are you?" she asked nervously, not knowing why he was calling.
"I'm good, thanks. Listen, I'm calling because we have a case that might possibly be linked to what you saw on Friday night," he explained.
"Oh," Emily said, walking out of her kitchen.
"I was wondering if you could come down to the station so we could ask you a few more questions?" Oliver went on.
"Um, yeah sure. When did you need me to come by?" Emily replied, starting to feel a little scared. Did something bad happen? she wondered.
"Are you able to come by sometime tomorrow?" Oliver asked, hoping to get her in as soon as possible.
"Yeah, I can come by after work, if that's not too late. Probably around 5?" she offered.
"That'll be fine. Just ask for me when you get to the front desk," Oliver instructed.
"Okay I will," she agreed.
"Thank you, Miss Weaver," Oliver said.
"You're, you're welcome," Emily stuttered, nervous about what she might have actually witnessed.
Emily was distant the entire next day at work. She was distracted and her mind was racing all day, coming up with about ten different scenarios that she could possibly walk into when she got to the station. The worst being that they had found the young girls' body somewhere. She shook off the horrible feeling that came with that thought and tried to focus on work.
"You okay?" Linda asked, looking at Emily with a raised eyebrows. "You look like you're going to be sick," she added.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just nervous about going to the police station tonight," Emily explained, getting her purse together.
"What?" Linda asked loudly.
Emily looked up and saw the confusion on her face then realized that she hadn't told Linda about what happened on the weekend. She went on to explain it to her and ended with telling her that she had to go down to speak to one of the officers.
"Wow, I hope it's nothing big," Linda said, voicing Emily's own opinion.
"Me too," Emily agreed, raising her eyebrows.
Emily left worked and made her way to the station. She stood outside of division 15 watching the officers coming and going. It had been a few years since she was last here getting a criminal record check done for work. Now she was here for god knows what, and her hands started to shake a little.
When she entered the station, she found a line of people waiting across from a closed in office area, with Officers on computers, phones and filling out paper work. She walked up, making sure she wasn't cutting in front of anyone and waited for the man on the other side of the glass to acknowledge her.
"Can I help your ma'am?" he asked. Emily cringed at being called ma'am. She didn't think that 30 was old enough to be considered a ma'am, especially by someone older than her.
"Hi, I'm here to see Officer Shaw," she explained, sounding almost unsure, as she pushed the card Oliver gave her along the curved metal tray under the glass partition.
The officer at the desk, Officer Klee, pushed it back under the glass toward Emily, shaking his head slightly. "You can keep that," he said. "What's your name?" he asked.
"Emily Weaver," Emily answered, putting the card away in her purse.
Officer Klee picked up a phone and dialed Oliver's extension. After a few unanswered rings he turned around to look into the office area and saw Oliver eating at a desk. He reached over and knocked on the window, getting Oliver's attention. Oliver looked over and saw Klee waving at him to come over to the front desk. He put down his sandwich and walked over to the front desk area. Klee put down the phone and pointed towards Emily.
"Whoa," Oliver let out, startled when he saw Emily standing there, smiling at him. When he first met he, she wasn't unattractive, she just didn't stand out to him. Now, he actually noticed how pretty she was. He shook the thought away as he got to the door and opened it for her.
"Hello," he sang, then looked down, feeling weird for how he just greeted her.
"Hi," Emily answered with a bigger smile.
"Yeah, uh, come on in," Oliver said, holding the door open for her and raising his arm, gesturing for her to enter.
Emily smiled her thanks then clutched her purse and entered through the door that Oliver was holding open. She paused a few steps past him, waiting for him to show her where to go.
"Thanks for coming in so quickly," Oliver said, walking in front of Emily.
"Oh, it's no problem," she answered, feeling nervous about what he might have to tell her.
Oliver continued walking towards the desk he had been sitting at, taking a look back at Emily to make sure she was keeping up. Emily weaved between desks, careful not to bump into anything while following Oliver.
"Okay, have a seat," Oliver instructed, pointing to a chair next to the desk he himself was sitting down at. He saw the half eaten sandwich on the desk and crumpled it up before throwing it in the trash.
Emily sat down and waited to hear why she had been called in. She wore a nervous look on her face and Oliver noticed this.
"It's okay, don't be nervous," he said with a small laugh, trying to calm Emily down. Emily took a deep breath and exhaled, appreciating Oliver's relaxed nature.
"So, why am I here?" she asked, trying not to sound rude but wanting to know what this was all about.
"Okay, we got a report of a missing girl on Saturday morning. The girls mother said that her daughters friend had told her that her daughter was supposed to be meeting a guy that she had been talking to on the internet, but the didn't know anything about the guy," Oliver explained.
Emily waited for Oliver to go on. She was expecting to hear the worst news possible and she was trying to brace herself for it.
"I have a few pictures here and I'd like you to tell me if you recognize anyone in them," Oliver said, grabbing a file on his desk. He opened it and grabbed the few pages that were inside. Emily watched as Oliver fanned out four pictures of teenaged girls, and instantly recognized the girl that she saw on the street.
"That one. That's the girl I saw," Emily exclaimed before Oliver had even finished setting out the pictures. She quickly pointed to the wavy haired brunette with brown eyes. Oliver smiled at her enthusiasm.
"Alright, it appears that you can help us after all," he explained with a grin, while gathering the pictures and putting them away in the folder.
Emily was relieved that Oliver seemed almost cheerful that she had recognized the girl. She hoped that that meant the girl was still okay.
"So, we found Sarah's online," he started, but paused when Emily gave him a questioning look. "The girl's name is Sarah," he clarified then continued when Emily nodded. "We found Sarah's online profile and we were hoping that you might be able to recognize one or both of them men she was with, in her list of friends."
"Yeah, sure," Emily said with wide eyes, hoping she could help in any way.
Oliver started clicking through the computer on his desk and came up with Sarah's profile. "We don't have access to her account but we can see who her friends are. The pictures are small though," Oliver said, turning the computer screen to face Emily. "Hope you can see them clearly enough."
"I should be fine," Emily assured him, leaning closer to the computer. Oliver saw this and stood up.
"Here, take my chair, you'll be able to see better," he offered, holding the back of the chair.
"Oh, um, thank you," Emily thanked him, standing up and moving to his chair, feeling a little awkward. Oliver pushed the chair in after she sat down.
Oliver stood behind Emily for a moment and watched her start to scroll down through the list of friends. "She's got quite a list huh?" he asked.
Emily turned to look at Oliver with a serious expression. "827 friends? Wow, I don't think I've even met that many people," she said.
Oliver hit the back of her chair. "Ha!" he barked, startling Emily. "Can I get you anything to drink?" he asked shortly after, smiling at her.
"Water?" Emily asked with a timid smile, not wanting to impose. She was nervous, which always made her thirsty.
"Be back in a minute," Oliver offered then left Emily to keep looking. She scrolled down and didn't see anyone that looked familiar. Mostly teenagers with weird hair and bright makeup. Nothing like the men she had seen in front of her apartment that night.
Oliver got back to the desk with two bottles of water, placing one in front of Emily. She looked up and thanked him with a small smirk. He sat down in the chair beside Emily and looked at the computer screen, slowly scrolling down as Emily took her time going through the pictures.
He glanced over at Emily and took a minute to look at her. When he first met her, her hair was pulled back in a ponytail. It was now down, hanging a few inches past her shoulders and have a wave to it. Oliver couldn't figure out what colour it was but then the word "auburn" popped into his mind. Zoe had dyed her hair auburn once and it didn't suit her at all. She quickly dyed it back to a light brown, which looked much better on her. Emily's hair suited her. Even from her profile, Oliver could see that it made Emily's eyes look really blue. She had a light dusting of freckles on her cheeks and nose, which weren't covered up with makeup. Oliver noticed that besides a bit of mascara, she wasn't wearing much makeup at all.
"That's one of them!" Emily yelled out, then covered her mouth when she realized how loud she had said that. Oliver tried to hide his smile by biting his lip and leaned in to see who Emily had found.
"Ah, TDot Playa," he said, looking at a picture of a young man with a thin beard, making what his daughter calls a "duck face."
"I'm guessing that's not his real name," Emily assumed, looking at Oliver. He was leaning in close to her and she could see his green eyes again. She turned away quickly and blushed.
"Yeah I hope not, or his parents set him up for failure," Oliver said, half serious. Emily laughed but tried to stifle it. She didn't want to be laughing if Sarah was in trouble.
Oliver sensed this and looked at Emily. "It's okay to laugh," he assured her with a warm smile.
Emily shook her head slightly. "Sorry, I just feel bad that I'm laughing while she's missing," she said, looking over at the computer.
"Ollie!" Emily heard from behind them. They both turned around and saw Sam walking towards them. Emily again noticed how handsome Sam was. He had that typically handsome police officer look. Tall, dark and handsome, if you will. She looked back at Oliver as he acknowledged Sam.
"Yeah?" he asked.
"Any luck?" Sam asked, leaning against the desk when he got to them. He looked down at Emily and gave her a smile. "Emily, right?" he asked.
Emily nodded. "Yeah, nice to see you again," she said, then looked back at the computer.
"Uh, yeah actually Emily just recognized one off the guys she saw," Oliver said with a big smile.
"That's great," Sam said. He looked at Oliver and Emily and could tell that they were doing well without his help. "Well I'll leave you to it," he added, then walked away, giving Oliver a wink. Oliver looked at Sam with a furrowed brow, wondering what the wink was about, but decided to let it go.
Emily spent the next hour going through the long list of Sarah's friends but didn't recognize anyone else.
"Don't worry about it, you really helped us out here," Oliver assured her when she apologized for not being able to find the second guy. They made their way towards the exit of the station.
"I know that this might be against your protocol or something, but would you be possible to let me know if you find her?" Emily asked, looking genuinely concerned. "I'd just like to know if she makes it home safely." She gave Oliver a small smile and he felt his breath catch in his chest.
"Yeah, absolutely. I'll, uh, I'll give you a call if we, when we find her," he told Emily.
"Thank you," she said, with relief and extended her hand to Oliver. He looked at her hand and extended his own. She shook his hand with a firm grip, which surprised Oliver, then thanked him again and turned to leave. He watched Emily as she made her way to the main doors and held them open with a smile for an elderly woman who was walking in.
Oliver turned to make his way back to his desk and realized that he was smiling.