Bright Lights Big City

No matter what people with statistics say for that matter, I Love New York. Sure people get mugged everyday and traffic during rush hour is a pain in the ass but despite all this it's still a beautiful city. Granite I've only been in the city for a few months now but it's finally warming up to me. Every down side has its place, at least I hope it does. The past 4 months no I'm not going to lie I have been a piece of work. Moving from Tulsa Oklahoma to live out my dream of becoming a big city photographer was tougher than I thought it would be. I still have the dream though of people looking up at billboards, seeing pictures and recognizing them as my, Annabel Stevens, work. The only break I've had so far though is a crazy cat lady Who asked me to take a picture of every single one of her 12 cats. Pay was good so guess I can't complain. Right now though I'm starting to think my cousin tony was right, that I'm just not cut out for the big city. Then again Cousin Tony is about as smart as a butter knife. Well, I'll just have to take it step by step then.

I'm sitting at my computer, refreshing my email for what seems like the billionth time, see if I have any new shoots. So far nothing. shaking my head, I stand up from my computer chair, and walk to my barely finished living room and plop down on my beating down couch. " I've really gotta get a life and I'm talking to myself, that's just wonderful." I mutter to myself as I run my hand through my blonde hair. Shaking my head once again, I get up off the couch and head towards the freezer in my kitchen, hoping to have some vanilla ice cream left. Sadly though, I don't. Well, guess I can go get some then. Grabbing my coat and my keys, I quickly lock up my place then head out. When I get to the street, I start walking to the convenience store down the street. I'm walking down the street with my hands in my pockets and my head down when I start to get the feeling someone's watching me. Ignoring the feeling, I continued walking down the street. I can't ignore the feeling anymore when I feel someone stick something sharp pain in my lower back, which is probably a knife.

"Hey Pretty lady. Give me your money and your pretty face won't get hurt." Ohhh shit, this isn't good.

"I don't have any money on me." I lied, which probably wasn't a smart thing to do to the person that had a knife in my back.

"I think you're lying to me." The man snarled in my ear. As I breathed through my nose, I smelled the distinct smell pf cigarettes and alcohol, great combination.

"Why would I lie to you?"

"Because I'm the man that's got a knife in ya back." He starts to dig the knife deeper into my back and I feel it puncture my skin. I squeeze my eyes shut, preparing for my death. Guess I'm not going to be a photographer in the city then.

Out of the blue I hear a voice say "Hey, what do ya think you're doing?" I open my eyes to see who said that. I take it the voice belongs to a man who's standing across the street, looking at this ordeal. The man is tall and well-built, with black hair. At this point, this is all I can tell.

I feel the pressure off my back and before I can turn around to get a glance at my offender, he's taking off down the street. The guy across the street now takes off across the street, coming towards me. Wait, who the hell is this guy? Not that I'm not grateful that he probably saved my life but still. The guy finally get's across and he stops in front of me, giving me a better look at him. I was correct about his built and height. When I look up at him, I find myself staring into his incredibly blue eyes. Woah, his eyes are... wow, just wow. I shake my head slightly to get out of the daze.

"Are you ok? Did he hurt you?" The strange man asks me.

"I'm fine he just had a knife in my lower back, may I ask who the hell you are?" The man's eyes narrow for a second.

"Don Flack, New York detective. I have to make a call for a minute. Stay here please." Now I have a name for the face, and a job too. You know, Only I would manage to get held at knifepoint and a cop manages to come to rescue, just my luck.

I watch the man, now known as Flack step away a few feet and pull out his phone. He quickly dials a number before putting it to his ear.

"Hey Mac, It's Flack. I just stopped a man grabbing a woman at knifepoint down the street from Joe's convenience store, might want to come over and get her processed and see if she can give a sketch of the man." He listens for a minute before speaking.

"I'll stay with her until you and Stella get here. See ya then." He puts the phone back then walks back over to me.

"Can I get your name please?" Flack asks in a thick New york accent. I'm going to take a wild guess and say he's from New York, it's just a shot in the dark though.

"Annabel Stevens." I tell Flack, who just nods.

"And I take it you're not from New York Mrs. Stevens?"

"What the hell does that have to do with..." I motion with my hands "this?"

"Well, New yorkers would have either A stayed in side because they're smart, or B beat the crap out of the guy. So tell me, where you from?"

"Tulsa, Oklahoma."

"Second question, what the hell gave you the idea to walk the streets of New York at 10:00 at night?" I mean I get this guy's a detective but come on!

"Does it matter detective?" I snapped at him.

"Ok, just asking." He backed off slightly. I open my mouth to respond when A car pulls up with Police lights pull up to the street. A man and a women get out of the car, Who I assume to be the Mac and Stella flack was talking about earlier. Both of them walk up to me.

"Maim I'm detective Mac Taylor and that's Stella Bonasera. Your name is?" Mac Taylor speaks to me, his voice professional.

"It's Annabel Stevens."

"Well, Mrs Stevens If you follow Mrs Bonasera so she could get your story that'd be great." I look over at Stella who gives me a smile and motions me to follow her. This is going to be a long night.

So, I wanna know what did you guys think? Hopefully you guys liked it :) It's my first time writing fanfiction so hopefully I did good