Sean walked like a zombie up the stairs of his apartment, swinging his keys out of his hands. When he reached his door, he stuck the keys in to find it unlocked.
He stepped back, cautiously, and pushed the door wide open. He looked around before slowly entering, slowly reaching for his gun that hid in his belt at his back, underneath his jacket.
He rounded his corner to then exhale.
"Gonna shoot me officer?" smirked a tanned long haired brunette. She sat on his pool table and spread her legs a bit. She wore red lace bra and panties and she had set up candles everywhere.
Sean scoffed and put his gun on his counter, "I could of." He said going over.
"Hmm Kinky." She purred and smiled with a dark giggle. She was a hottie, I couldn't deny that. Sean Cameron only got the best right? But the question was... did he ever keep them?
"Roxy... Christines going to be here any minute." Sean told her.
Roxy put her hands on his chest and slid them down to his hard stomach, and started unbuttoning his shirt, "She won't know, she never knows." She smirked.
He darkly smirked back and let her lean up and kiss him hard. He whipped off his shirt and spread her legs wider apart.
Roxy screamed out as he plunged into her.
Roxy was now putting on her black mini dress. Her hair was muffled and her lips swollen from the kissing. She could barely walk, but she loved that part. Craved it, craved Sean.
Sean was shirtless, but he put his jeans back on as she walked infront of him.
"Better than her or what?" she teased, kissing his neck.
Sean paid no attention but glanced at the clock, "Not bad." Was all he said and walked around her.
"You need to let the new girl friend go." Roxy said in annoyance.
"She's not a girl friend." Sean declared. Actually, he could give a shit about Christine, he actually got rid of her the other night, he lied to Roxy... he just wanted her gone. But the quick fuck was decent.
"Ok let go of the new fuck buddy." Roxy corrected herself and then noticed Sean wasn't even listening to her. She gave a look and walked up behind him, "Is she the only one? Other than me?"
Sean was just going through the files he got home and sat on the couch, going through it.
That meant yes.
And probably a lot more other girls.
"Fuck you Sean! You are an asshole!" Roxy screamed throwing one of the balls from the pool table at him. Thankfully she couldn't aim, but it did break a hole into his wall.
Sean blinked and stood up as Roxy stormed out, slamming the door open and leaving it open.
"You like your brunettes don't yeah Seannie?" came a voice that strolled in. Jane. This was Lucas' sister, she lived in the same apartment he did, Lucas actually helped him out with getting this place and Jane put in a good word.
Sean was pulling out the ball that was stuck in his wall as he asked, "How do you girls keep getting in here?"
"Door was open." Jane reminded and pointed towards the way the girl left, "Wasn't that the land lords wife?"
"Ohh, that's how she got in." Sean declared, making sense of it all. But defiantly had no sense that he cared even a little bit he had screwed a married woman... again.
Jane crossed her arms and said, "I was going to complain about the noise complaint but I see it's left the building."
"I'll try to keep it down." Smirked Sean glancing at her and sat back down on the couch.
"Lucas said the killer still hasn't been found? Told me to stay in, that the last killing was just up the street." Jane explained, she looked a bit spooked, but this girl looked tought. She reminded Sean of Alex actually... but less threatening.
Sean inhaled and said, "The guy goes after blondes, your safe." He got off the couch again to grab a beer.
"Ah so we know the killers not you, you like your darkness." That could of been implied for two things. The obvious of what she spoke of, dark haired girls. Or, in Sean's case, he was, well, a bit in the dark.
Sean just looked away from her and chugged down his beer.
"Well, I'll leave you to it." Jane joked, she went towards the door and turned before she left, "My boyfriend, he has a band playing at Sharps. You should come?"
"Thought you were dating an actor?" Sean questioned.
Jane snickered, "He got old, moved on to musicians." She joked and he snickered.
"I'll think about it." He told her.
Jane rolled her eyes and called over her shoulder, "You have to come out with us more than once a month Sean, I'm beginning to think you're an alien."
Sean watched her go and close the door behind her. He looked at his files a little bit longer and decided it was time to sleep.
As he finally got into bed he glanced at the clock and groaned. 4am. Good thing he didn't have to work til 6pm tomorrow. As Sean closed his eyes, his phone rang. Are you KIDDING?
"Hello?" Sean barked into the phone.
It was a second before a raspy, creepy voice replied, "you."
"Whose this?" Sean asked, and sat up a bit. He didn't recognize the voice.
The voice growled back, "Die."
"Funny, Lucas." Snickered Sean, rubbing his tired eyes.
Silence.
But Sean knew the guy on the other end was still there, he could hear breathing... and creaky noises in the back.
Ok, maybe it wasn't Lucas.
The voice finally spoke, "Seven years ago today..."
Sean stared ahead, he didn't have to think of what he meant, Sean just knew the date, he was trying to ignore it... didn't help when someone brought it up.
"Who the hell is this?" bittered Sean, sitting up from bed and putting his feet on the ground.
The man hung up.
Sean raced through the police station that morning around 7 am, he was trying to trace the call for 2 hours, drank a little bit, and smashed some things around the apartment. He decided it was probably better to try to trace it at work.
"Cameron! Your in early, wana help me eat some donuts?" joked Lucas, sitting at his open desk with his new wife Mia, who had carried his kid since highschool, Isabella. The little girl who was 8 now, had donut crème over her face.
Mia chirped in, "That's so cliché." Cops and donuts? Come on.
Isabella jumped up and down seeing Sean burst through the doors and passed them, she happily asked, "Sean want to-" she was cut off when he just kept walking, went into his office and slammed the door behind him.
Mia bent down to a sad Isabella and played with her hair, "He's busy honey." She explained.
"He doesn't like me anymore." Pouted Isabella.
The cheif, who stood leaning on his offices door frame, watched Sean's little outburst and he decided to go see him.
He opened his door, stepped inside, and closed the door again.
"You alright son?" John asked Sean. Didn't look at all like he was.
He was whipping folders out, drawers were out of its shelves, tons of paper had fallen on the ground, and he was punching the keyboard when it wouldn't type things in.
"SEAN!" John yelled.
Sean stopped and put his head in his hands and then after a moment, rubbed his face.
He explained, "I just... I got a call last night. I want to know from who." He sternly said.
"Did they say their name?" John asked.
Sean yelled at him, "Course they didn't fucking say their name! You think I would be going insane like this if I knew?"
The door had creaked open and Sean didn't notice Isabella come in until she started crying, afraid of his yelling.
Sean softened when he saw the dark haired girl crying. She was pale looking, like a porcelain doll, but she was an amazing kid.
"Oh...Izzy..." he gently said and got up and went to her, bending down, "I'm sorry. I got up on the wrong side of the bed is all." He lightly joked and she sniffed as he put his hands on her sides, "I'm sorry." He repeated.
John scratched the top of his head but decided to leave, one of his assistants were calling him over frantically.
"You. Don't. Like. Me." She said between sniffs.
Sean shook his head no and she looked down. "No, I don't." He confirms, and lifted her chin, "I love you." He declared.
Izzy played with her feet and gave one more little sniff. Sean gave a look and cursed himself, he was an asshole. Sean teasingly shook Izzy.
He asked her, "Who else is suppose to play ball with me? Your dad sucks at playing."
She started giggling and looked up to see Lucas had walked in and gave a loud sarcastic laugh.
"Go see Mommy, Izzy." Lucas said, kissing the top of her head and went to go sit on Sean's mess of a desk.
Izzy nodded happily and kissed Sean's cheek quickly before she skipped off.
Sean was still bending where he was but noted, "Sorry." To Lucas. He shouldn't be this angry... it's just... this day... no, whenever he thought of it, he couldn't help but snap.
"What's up, man?" Lucas asked as Sean stood and turned, "You... you smell a bit like alcohol."
Sean shrugged and said, "I feel fine, but it's probably in my system. Can you drive me somewhere?" Lucas nodded and they went to leave.
Lucas parked infront of a cemetery and finally spoke, "You haven't asked me to drive you to the cemetery in years. 2 to be exact. To think of it, you still smelled like booze those days too."
"I got to go. I'll be right back." Was all Sean had to say and got out.
Lucas stood alone in his car for a second and then got fed up, curiousity wasn't his thing! He undid his seat belt and got out of the car, walking the path Sean did.
"I told you not to follow me." Sean spoke with no emotion as Lucas stepped beside him and eyed the stone.
EMMA NELSON. The gravestone read. Brave soul, loving daughter, and sister. A savoir.
"Hey, it's seven years today..." Lucas drifts, seeing the dates of her birth and death.
Yeah, Sean said silently to himself, he was reminded this morning. Although... he didn't need a reminder.
Lucas dug his hands into his pockets and said, "I'm confused, who is she?"
"Lets go." Said Sean, walking off. Lucas watched him go to the flower truck, buy some flowers, and come back. He gently dropped the flowers onto the tombstone and narrowed his eyes at Lucas, "I said lets go." He led the way as they went back.