The New York Detective That Complicated My Life
I walk a few feet away with Stella until we stop near the squad car her and Mac and arrived in. She looks at me as she takes out a flashlight from what I assume to be her crime scene kit. She turns towards me and gives me a soft smile.
"So, Mrs..."
"Please, it's Annabel."
"Annabel, would you like to tell me what happened tonight?" Stella asks, turning the flashlight on and shining it on me and over my body, checking for I assume to be possible injuries.
"I was in my house when I decided to pick up a few things at the convenience store down the street."
"If you don't mind me asking, what were you picking up?" Detective Bonasera asks.
"I went to go get some ice cream." She raises an eyebrow, before laughing lightly.
"One of those days huh?" She asks.
"You have no idea."
"So, what happened next?"
"I was walking down the street and I kept getting the feeling I was being watched, but I chose to ignore it. Then when I started to continue to go down the street, someone had come up from behind me and stuck a knife in my lower back."
"I need to take a look at your lower back please." Obliging, I turned around and lifted up my Jacket and shirt to show my lower back. She shines the light on my lower back and she looks at it.
"It's not too bad, he just punctured the skin and drew a little blood that's all. Ok, so what happened after that?"
"He asked me to give him money in which I refused by saying I had no money. He thought I was lying to him. Right as he started to dig the knife into my back, is when the Detective over there had asked what was going on, which scared the guy off and he took off towards the opposite direction I was heading."
"I would head the other direction if I was on Detective Flack's bad side. So did he ask if you were ok, and did he identify himself?"
"Yes Detective Bonasera he did all of those, and that's when he called you guys."
"Ok, thank you. You can head over to Detectives Taylor and Flack now." She smiles before I walk back towards them. When I reach the two, Detective Taylor turns his eyes on me.
"Mrs. Stevens, even though you gave Detective Bonasera your story your going to have to come down to the police station first thing in the morning to file a full report. The sooner you do the sooner the guy that did this to you can be behind bars."
"Ok, I'll see you guys tomorrow." I begin to walk down the street when I hear footsteps trying to keep up with me. I turn around to see Detective Flack behind me.
"Did I forget something detective?" I ask him and I adjust my stance slightly.
"No, I just figured I could walk you back to your place, don't want this guy coming back." That's... sweet but still I think I can walk back.
"Not that I don't appreciate the measure because I do but I think I can walk to my place, it's right down the street."
"Mrs Stevens, I'm not going to be taking no for an answer on this one so we might as well get walking." He motions for me to start walking. Sighing, I start walking ahead of him slightly. In a matter of seconds, he's walking by my side.
"So, what made you want to move to New York from Oklahoma, if I'm not mistaken it's quite different from New York." I give him a look and he just smirks.
"What? Just making small talk." He said defensively. The rest of the walk to my place is silent, just the sound of our footsteps hitting the sidewalk. When we reach my place, I stop in my tracks in front of it.
"This is it, thanks for walking me back Detective." I say before walking up the steps. As I have my hand on the doorknob for the entry way, He get's my attention.
"Yeah detective?"
"You can call me by my last name right, it's not toxic." I smile slightly.
"I think I'm good with Detective for now." I turn the knob and enter, but before I close the door I hear him say "Goodnight Annabel." Shaking my head, I climb the two flights of stairs to get to my place. I unlock my door and head inside shutting the door behind me. I take off my shoes then check my phone. 2 missed calls from Tony, ohhh shit. He hates it when I miss his calls cause he thinks I have a gun to my head. Well, it wasn't a gun and it wasn't at my head. Quickly, I pick up the phone and call Tony. He picks almost immediately.
"Hey Tony." I start out.
"Ohh thank god, you didn't call me back. I thought you were dead. I was half tempted to go down to new York and find you." He says in his thick Boston Drawl. He's lived in Boston for 6 years and he has the accent down pat.
"I can assure you Tony I'm perfectly fine, I just... got caught up in something, I just got home in fact." If he were to find out what happened, he would be scared enough to have three heart attacks.
"Ohh yeah. What were you doing that you just got back from?" He asks me.
"I... took a walk. See if I can get any good pictures of New York nature at night."
"The things you'll do to get photos."
"That's the dream man." I smile as I head towards my bedroom.
"Well, I should let you go. Have to get that beauty sleep you so desperately don't need."
"Thanks Tony, I'll talk to you soon. Night." I hang up, then I put my phone on my bedside table. I change into a shirt and sweat pants, then pull back the covers on my bed. I climb into my bed, then pull the covers up to my chin. As I slowly drift off to sleep, the events of the night are running through my head. Hopefully, this whole ordeal is over soon.
So, I hope you guys liked this chapter as much as the first one :) the next one you'll be introduced to the rest of the CSI team :)