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The next morning my head felt groggy, my dreams had been filled with windowless corridors and disembodied voices, and it really felt like I hadn't slept. I was in an occult shop with Mac, processing a dead body that looked like a voodoo doll with many knifes stuck in it at odd angels, surrounded by many strange artefacts associated with the supernatural, tarot cards and strange herbs were spread over the floor. I was snapping my camera away, trying to forget the previous night's events of 'Danny' being in my apartment; well he wasn't there when I woke up. If the dishes hadn't been left cleaned and dried on my counter then I would have been able to convince myself that I had dreamt the whole event.
"That's my son, that's my son.'' Both Mac and I turn to a woman shouting from the front of the shop, fighting through the uniforms. "Oh my baby.''
Mac signals to the uniforms to let her through, although we create a human wall between her and the body. "I'm Detective Taylor, this is Detective Matthews,'' he gestures at me. "We're investigating the death of your son, Mrs Kennedy.'' He adds sincerely. "Can you tell us if your son had any enemies, any one who would wish him harm?''
"No, my Arthur was a good boy.'' She's getting tearful, and her shoulders are starting to shake. "He was meant to meet me for breakfast…'' She whispered before completely collapsing into hysterical fits of sobs. I managed to step forwards and catch her before she hits the floor, I glance at my new boss to let him know that I'll take her outside and see what information I could get.
"And how is the shop doing Mrs Kennedy?'' I ask, we're sitting in the café next door to the shop, where I've been calming her down with sweet tea, whilst asking all the appropriate questions.
"We were doing really well, Arthur had just come into partnership with me, we were thinking of expanding.'' She explained, wiping more tears from her checks. "I've always been involved with the occult; Arthur picked it up when he was young. He wanted to get an education before coming into business with me though.''
"Nothing has been bothering him? Any recent change in behaviour?'' I ask, she shakes her head in response.
"We'll be in touch Mrs Kennedy,'' I say gathering my bag together. "I'm sorry for your loss.'' I add.
"You should believe it dear,'' she says her eyes meeting with mine.
"I'm sorry, believe what?'' I ask, confused with the situation.
Believe me! Damn it woman! How seriously thick do you have to be?
"He's with you for a reason, some things are unexplainable, but he needs your help.''
Yes! Someone else knows I'm here! This isn't some sort of sick joke.
"I don't know what you mean.'' I say, standing up and slipping my jacket on.
"Yes you do dear,'' she whispers placing her hand on mine. "I know he's there, I can feel his presence.'' I look round wildly for 'Danny' but find no one there. "You see dear, all you need is some belief.'' She pats my hand then stares out of the window, I take this opportunity to leave and get back to the shop.
"Get anything?'' Mac asks me as I re-enter the scene. I shake my head and continue on with my camera in silence.
"Mac, can you hear me?'' I ask, face to face with him. He remains oblivious to me, walking straight through my right shoulder. Fine, seems like it is just this Holly who can see me, this sucks. I begin to look around the shop, usually I wouldn't be interested in something like this but I'm pretty bored. I browse the shelves fingering over the edges of the book. Picking one up about 'Residual Spirits' I drop it to the floor where it lands with a large bang on the floor.
Both Mac and I are now staring at the book which has landed on the floor behind us, we're both about ten feet clear of it with no one else in the room. "You don't believe in this stuff do you?'' I ask, I've only known the guy a couple of days but I've got to say something.
He looks back at me, "I believe in the science.'' He says simply.
"So how did that book jump off the shelf?'' I close my eyes, I can not believe I've just questioned my new boss like that. Sometimes I should really think before I speak.
"It was me.''
"It wasn't you, you were there.'' I state, Mac's now giving me a look.
"I never said it was me.'' He says, gives me another odd look and then proceeds to allow the M.E. in to collect the body. I'm left standing there; I know whose voice that was.
"Listen, if you don't turn around and at least accept that I'm here then I'm gonna mess with you and everyone else.'' I say giving her an ultimatum. I'm getting the hang of this moving objects thingy.
I refuse to turn round, I do not believe in this kind of thing. What's the worst he could do?
"Fine, be like that.'' I say. I grab a crystal off a shelf and throw it so it hits Mac square between the shoulder blades. He turns giving a horrified look to Holly, accusing her with his eyes that she threw it. I push another book off the edge; it feels good to throw all these things, like the anger of not knowing what's happening is being released. I move towards the back of shop, still being slightly aware of the crime scene around me, opening and slamming the back door a number of times. Both Mac and Holly are now drawing their guns; I can see them through the security mirrors.
"Matthews,'' I raise my head up to eyelevel again. "Fancy seeing you here.'' Flack is standing in the alley way, a cheeky grin on his face.
Well if it isn't Captain Smooth.
"Well you know, gotta find somewhere to hang out in the city.'' I reply, brushing some stray hairs away from my face with my tripled gloved hand. I'm currently in my third dumpster of the day in this alley alone, and I'm pretty sure Mac is going to make me search everyone in the city after the incident in the shop. I'm convinced that he's blaming me and this is my punishment. I was refusing to accept that 'Danny' was a part of it either, thankful that I still hadn't seen him since last night. "What do you think?'' I ask, striking a pose in my overalls whilst standing in about a foot of trash.
"I can see it taking off.'' He laughs, "Did you actually throw a crystal at Mac?'' He leans in towards the dumpster.
Ha that was me I smile, wasn't like I threw it hard.
"No, I was no where near it.'' I reply the smile is now wiped from my face; this rumour is doubtless going to go round the whole lab and precinct. "There was something going on there, I suppose I was the one banging the doors as well?''
Flack continues to laugh, "Come on Matthews, you don't believe in that stuff do you?''
Well now you're just asking for it. I look round for something I could use.
"You calling me a liar Flack?'' I ask, hands on my hips.
"No, no, it's just you're one of the science geeks aren't you? Can't believe in the supernatural right?'' He blushes shoving his hands in his pockets; oh he is so cute when he's flustered.
One of the science geeks? You calling the CSI's geeks?
"So I'm a lying science geek?'' I ask, my mouth open in mock shock.
"No, wait I mean that…'' Flack is unfortunately cut off at this point. His legs seem to give way and his head crashes into the front of the dumpster, at this point the whole dumpster is forced back against the wall knocking me off balance and I crash backwards hitting my head off the back of the dumpster, everything seems to be ebbing into darkness.
"No, I never meant for that to happen! Flack, Flack? You alright?'' I can see that Flack is moving, clutching his head. "Holly?'' I vault over side of the dumpster, where I find her lying amongst the trash, eyes closed and still. "Holly, I didn't mean too, open your eyes.'' I'd only meant for Flack's legs to slightly buckle, I thought I'd hit the back of his knees lightly, I didn't realise I'd hit him that hard.
"Matthews?'' I hear Flack ask, supporting himself on the dumpster, blood is seeping from a cut over his left eye. "Holly?'' His voice is rising in panic as he sees that she's not moving. "Mac! I need some help here.'' I hear him cry down the alleyway, as he too faults into the dumpster. "Matthews?'' He asks again, picking her limp body up out of the trash.
"Flack, what happened?'' Mac's now stood next to the dumpster after running up the alley, looking confused as a bloody faced Flack handed down an unconscious Holly to him. "Holly open your eyes.'' He seems to command as both he and Flack lean over her on the ground. "We need EMS over here!''