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He chuckled. "It's for the drinks, a man's gotta drink on his birthday!" He said, edging his way out of the booth. "See ya Monday." I said. He waved as he was walking away and I spent the rest of the night with mostly random people I didn't know too well, but hey, I did get free drinks.

Anyways, I woke up that next morning with a splitting headache. I could barely get out of bed it hurt so bad. I waddled my way awkwardly towards the bathroom, one hand on the wall to steady myself, and the other on my stomach. I made it to the bathroom, and opened the door. As it swung open I fell to my knees and barfed... everywhere. After that was done I cleaned the toilet and floor where I puked and made my way to the kitchen. I didn't eat anything out of fear of throwing up again, I filled a glass with water and took 2 Aspirin. I chugged the rest of the water and got ready for work. I didn't want to wake Shannon so early. I left her a note saying:

Shan, I left for work early this morning. Sorry if the bathroom smells, had a bit of a hangover :) Love you.

I always loved this part of the morning. Not the hangover part obviously. The driving to the station part. Seeing the beautiful Santa Barbara beach through the hazy fog. The cold ocean breeze blowing constantly on my face. (A good cure for a hangover by the way.) The seagulls just waking up on the sand and flying overhead searching for their breakfast. If you left early enough you could even see the dolphins in the distance. It was great. There was no traffic seeing as how it was barely 4 in the morning.

I got to the station about 10 minutes later and parked out back. I got out my car and read the yellow letters on the tin sign. STAFF PARKING: OFFICER VINCENT BEALEY. That always bothered me, seeing my name on a sign like that. I don't know why, it just does. I tapped the sign twice, for good luck. It's a strange habit I learned from my father, who had been Sheriff of SB for 25 years.

I knocked on the door and waited for a few seconds. The door then swung open and behind it was Officer Bradley. I called him Brad even though his first name was Adam. "Mornin' Brad." I said.

He checked his watch. "Morning, you're like an hour early you know that?" He asked.

"Yup." I said walking inside. It was a fairly large office, with four floors. The bottom floor, or the "basement" was were the holding cells were. The first floor was where the front office is where all the interns and cadets had their little cubicles. The second floor had a shooting range, a training room, and the "war room," where we went over all the evidence for certain cases. We also had a separate briefing room and then employee bathrooms by the elevator. Then the third, and final floor was where all the personal offices were.

So, as I walked inside Brad closed the door behind me and said, "So, Bealey."

"Yup?" I replied.

"Well... you're here early."

"Yeah?"

"And I'm a bit tired..."

"Just go home, Bradley."

"Really?"

I nodded.

"Thanks sir. I appreciate it, really."

"Just get some rest."

"Oh, I'll do that alright." He said, walking out. I could hear the engine on his Camry turn over as he pulled away. I guess everyone was out on patrol or something, and the secretaries hadn't arrived yet. I was the only one in the station. I thought that I should probably be up front just in case someone showed up and needed help or something.

I took of my jacket and set it on the counter then sat down on the comfortable chair Cheryl uses. I felt my body sink into the leather and gave out a relieved sigh. I put my feet on the counter and closed my eyes.

But it was just after I did so, there was a loud screech and the sickening crunch of metal on metal. Then all I heard, was screaming.