Trouble.

-this one is a bit rough sorry-

We were in deep trouble Andy had my gun. I thought is it loaded? How much is in there? My train of thought was interrupted by the sound of the loader going back… but to our surprise it was empty. She could of killed us! I turned to Marcus who just looked at me like he wanted to rip the gun from her hand kill her his self then he said to me ‘’I told you she was a handful, I’m sorry’’ After everything calmed down and we all sobered up we decided to go to bed. I needed sleep I looked like a cross between myself and a zombie.

I thought a lot about the future that night. I woke to my alarm the radio person said ‘’top headline, police run riot as super intendant is on where to be found.’’ I thought I know where I am? I’ve been at home and the hospital? But what bothered me the most was what were my police doing to run riot?! I decide to screw sick leave I was going back today! I can walk and talk to I’ll be fine. Marcus was still asleep when I was getting ready to leave he had taken a week’s leave for ‘family business,’ I packed my bag I tip toed around my room getting everything I need I got to the door. I looked at the list on the door, at the top was a little package and a little note that said:

I know you will go back to work without me knowing so, just so you don’t forget anything have you got your: gun, ammunition, ID, badge, pain killers, phone, radio, belt and purse?

Don’t do anything stupid,

Love Marcus

P.S. one of the cleaners is allergic to pollen so to I put some in a little bag for you.

I found a post it note and wrote:

Gone to work,

Love you lots, take care of your sister!

I locked the door and got in my car and drove to work. It was still early when I got out the car, I swung the door open and stepped out a cold breeze hit me like a glass wall, it was still dark. I walked in to work and up to my office it was still as I remembered it black and shiny! Just as I was about to open my bag on pour the pollen down the back book case Detective Jones came in and just said ‘’Jack is refusing to say anything until he can talk to you, I know you shouldn’t be involved and everything but he said he will tell us where one of the bodies is if you talk to him’’ i felt all powerful like I held the key to a million dollars when Detective Jones said ‘’please were begging you, were running out of time.’’ I thought for a moment. ‘’yes I’ll talk to him where is he?’’ I said, so Detective Jones drove me up to where Jack was being held, on the way he said where is that rookie you had driving you about I nearly very nearly said he’s at my house but I thought no you can’t say that I just said ‘’back with is training officer I think.’’

We walked in to this smelly place it stunk of urine and rooting flesh I felt a shiver up my spine as I as escorted to where jack was being held. I walked in to the room and Jack was sitting their he just said ‘’ I love you and under the red sculpture in Millennium park’’ I turned to Detective Jones and just said can I leave now?’’ he just said ‘’it’s up to you’’ Jack handed me this letter as I was leaving.

Should I talk to him or not? I thought then I thought he nearly killed me so I decided that was it no I never wanted to see him again or did i? I went back to the office, sat down and peeled the flap of the letter inch by inch I was desperate to see what it said.

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Sorry i haven't done one for a few weeks but things got on top of me so here is hidden part 5.

I looked back round so see that Marcus was disappearing up the stairs, I waited till he had gotten most of the way up the stairs before I let Detective Jones in. He asked me if I was ok and how I was feeling and just general stuff they ask when they are trying to be all sentimental, I just sat and waited for him to say something important. Then in one second I went from not paying any attention to glued to every word he said. Detective Jones said ‘’Jack Castel confessed to the murder of Cullum Doyle and 5 other murders 3 of which were when you were dating him at 5am this morning’’ I felt mortified I was a police officer at the time how did I not notice? He was killing when we were together? I finally plucked up the courage to ask ‘’what happens next to him?’’ Detective Jones said ‘’jail he’s looking at 30 years to life’’ he left me for a moment and then said ‘’can I have a look at where he slept?’’ at which point reality set in where had he gone? Was he in the room? What is this going to looking like?

We walked up the stairs and into the room all I could think was where was Marcus? I was praying he didn’t fall out a cupboard or wardrobe? He looked around for a few seconds and then said ‘’that’ll be thanks for your co-operation I’ll drop by again soon’’ I walked him to the door and said goodbye. The door closed and I kept my eye pressed to the peep hole till he got in his car and drove off, I turned round and looked at him and we both burst out laughing then it suddenly occurred to be to ask him where he hid and he came out on the extension roof and we both started laughing again.

After we calmed down Marcus Looked at his watch and said it’s 9 o’clock and said ‘’can we go and visit my sister Andy?’’ I never knew he had a sister, I was intrigued so I said ‘’sure where does she live?’’ He looked at me with an expression of embarrassment and shame then finally he said ‘’she doesn’t live anywhere she’s a prostitute’’ I thought I would try and lighten the mood by saying bit of a job contrast but just as I was about to say this he looked like he was going to cry and this looked a bit of a touchy subject, I felt sorry for him. I said ‘’yea sure let’s go I can make some hot food and put it in a flask for her? How’s does that sound?’’ He Just looked at me he knew I understood, I said ‘’how’s about she stays here for a while?’’ I just gave him a nudge and said ‘’But that means if you stay overnight you’re in with me’’ he looked at me in amazement and said ‘’are you sure?’’ I just said ‘’yes she’s your sister and I want to help, shall I go make her some food? What does she like?’’ he said ‘’when we was little should used to beg for mam to make macaroni and cheese she used to love that’’ ‘’macaroni and cheese it is then I make her a little food pack’’ I said.

We left with macaroni and cheese, 3 types of sandwich, 4 bags of crisps and some bottles of water and some spare clothes. ‘’she is often found on the other part of town under the bridge where the body of that child was found a few months ago’’ he said I knew where he meant so I just drove. We turned the corner to go under the bridge and she was standing their tall, blond haired and soooo thin she looked like she needed my food. We drove up to her, Marcus wound the window down and said to her to get in like he was going to pay her, she opened the door the cold air filled the warm car how was she ok? She must be freezing? She asked what was in the basket I said ‘’ it’s all for you I made you macaroni and cheese your brother said you loved it as a kid’’ she pulled the flask open soooo fast I thought the lid was going to break something the rate at which it came flying off, I was so unbelievable happy she was tucking in. We drove her back to my house it was about an hours drive and she had demolished the basket in about half and hour. She got out the car and said to me ‘’why are we here?’’ I said ‘’I agreed with your brother you can stay here with us for a while if you would like I’m talking 3 meals a day and a warm room?’’ she just looked at me and then she hugged me so tight I thought I was going to pop clean out of her arms, I had to pull away as she was pressing on my bullet hole. I said to her to have a shower and then she could have a few drinks with us.

She came down about 30 minutes later fresh as a daisy and she had a few drinks with us then she went upstairs, mean I was surprised she made it up the stairs we were all out of it. A few seconds later she came down the stairs with a murderous look on her face and holding my gun.

Love.

I lay there, I was in love with the rookie what was I thinking. I looked at his face and decided either way it wouldn’t end well so I turned over and ‘fell’ asleep. I heard the nurse say ‘’ah that’s fine she will be drowsy for a while, I heard you saved her life.’’

It was late when I ‘woke up’ the rookie had fallen asleep in his chair, I wasn’t going to escape him was i? Does he love me? Then it hit my action plan I sleep now get discharged tomorrow, ask the rookie weather he loved me and go from there. So I set out on the first part of my plan and tried to sleep.

The next day I woke up the rookie had packed all my things in to a bag. I woke up and looked down my bed to see a note at the end of my bed it said ‘hope you had a good night I’ll be back at ten to take you home, hope we can talk then’ then the biggest thing was at the bottom it just said ‘p.s I love you’. That was it, my worry was gone he loved me to I could talk to him properly me and him not the super intendant and the rookie.

He came in smile on his face but behind that smile was questions and lots of them. He walked up to me and just as he was about to open his mouth when it just came out of me ‘’yes I do love you’’ I saw the questions behind his smile just go, and he really smiled a true 100% smile. I thought as he insisted on wheeling me to my car I might end up happy for once, but then I thought if this goes wrong what will this do to him? And his life?

We got to my house. I opened the door I think I was capable of opening a door, the rookie on the other hand thought I would make me worse and I would over do it and blah blah blah. No matter what he said I was going back to work next month whether he liked it or not. I sat on the sofa you and he decided we would talk so out it all came yes I was in love with him and I was glad to hear that yes he loved me too. After he had it all out he ran and got a DVD and some ice cream, he came back with 50 first dates and cookie dough ice cream both of which I loved so I snuggled in to his arm and set about demolishing the ice cream. I turned to him as said ‘’well if we’re going to date I should know your name.’’ he turned to me and said ‘’my name is Marcus, Marcus Spencer’’

I was woken by a BANG, BANG, BANG on the door who could it be? Marcus was still here? I got up walked to the door looked back at Marcus who looked like someone was holding a gun to the back of his head in a dark room, I held the cold metal door knob for a few seconds before I slowly twisted it and peered around the side of the door to see Detective Jones standing there in his Doctor Who coat I said ‘’hello’’ and he said ‘’we have some news on Cullum, can I come in?’’ what was I going to do, Marcus Was still sitting on the sofa with no way out of my house? My line thought was broken by Detective Jones as he said ‘’Cullum your ex-boyfriend, we have news can I come in?’’

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Horror

I was horrified. I saw he still had a gun in his hand I told him he had to put it down right there and then but he shot at me and I sunk to the ground and the next thing I knew someone was holding me down. I felt him stab me with a needle the feeling of being piercing erupted through my body as I fell asleep I remember thinking how could I let this happen? What is he going to do to me? How could he do this to me?

The next thing I knew I woke up tied to a chair in this dark, damp smelling room I could see a window but not out of the window I thought I was going to die, there were needles all over the floor what can I do? I thought Jack as asleep on the other side of the room he had all my stuff laid out in front of me. I felt something under my foot I moved my foot as much as I could over it, it felt the buttons and the lines and there was a dial thing on the side then I worked out it was my tracker, but I hadn’t used it before will it make a sound if I press something? What do I do? I decided either way if I was going to die I wanted someone to know where I was. I just stamped and stamped on I could see a little red light ultimate the room, I quickly stood on it to hide the light.

I could feel the rough rope around my ankle slipping I wiggled my foot till it eventually feel off I managed to use my foot to un do my other foot, then I put both my feet on the chair to make a ball with my body and stood up and to my surprize the rope came off I got the cloth out my mouth. My next task was to find my gun, I was it placed under a box I walked over to the box and as I lifted the box I heard a shot jack had taken a shot at me missing me by millimetres it went straight through the box. I got my gun pulled the loader took a shot which got him in the foot he sunk and started bleeding like tea bag in water. I quickly picked up my radio from this puddle I pressed the soggy button requested back up.

I was walking back over to jack when he took another shot but this time he got me in my stomach it felt like someone had just shot me, it felt like someone wanted me dead and had stabbed me so hard and was twisting it and pulling it through my body, I started to feel white like when you’re driving and you don’t see the dip in the road I started to feel sleepy.

The next thing I heard was the door fly open and crash off the wall, standing there with a gun was the rookie who I meet at the crime scene earlier that day. I heard him run over I couldn’t keep my eyes open anymore I felt him shaking me telling me he order me to open my eyes. He put me down and ran over to jack I heard jack groan and him being dragged along the floor then I heard the handcuff being latched onto a railing and then around jacks wrist. The rookie came straight back to me I felt him shaking me and kept calling for backup on my radio, then all of a sudden I felt an immense pressure on my abdomen he was trying to stop the bleeding. I just remember feeling wet and soggy and the stench of rotting garbage and blood that filled the room all I could hear was the rookie screaming at me to wake up and to wake up right now! I feel asleep. I was thinking in my head how nice and kind this rookie was and if he was older or I was younger I would ask him out, it was at this moment I feel in love with the un-named rookie.

I woke up in the hospital the rookie was sitting there in the chair next to my bed the nurse said he hadn’t left all day. When the nurse had gone the rookie sprung up like a Meerkat and said ‘’can I ask you a question?’’ I was thinking what could he possible want to know? Why I was with jack in that place? How I knew jack? Who jack was? I just said ‘’sure what?’’ he looked like he didn’t know how to say what he wanted to say, I was right as the next thing out his mouth as ‘’I really don’t know how you will take this but you said you loved me, do you?’’

Trapped.

I felt trapped. I didn’t know what to do or who I could tell, I was stuck trapped in the middle of investigation on my first day as super intendant. Detective Doyle walked me back to my car and said he would keep me posted. A rookie whose name I am going to make my priority to learn asked me if I was ok? Or needed a lift, I decided nobody used to be nice to me before so why not so I just said ‘’I’m fine and yes that would be lovely but you best clear it with your supervisor ‘’ he looked at me and his face dropped I asked him what was the matter? He said ‘’he’ll never let me go’’ so I just said ‘’go over there and say I said you are to drive me back to the office as a matter of urgency’’ he just looked at me in amazement he responded ‘’really?’’ I just looked at him and said ‘’go on then’’. No one ever gave me a break and this would have been my dream, I am going to change how we are treat with in the force starting with the rookies.

As we were driving back to the office when we both started pointing out people that could be arrested I was thinking finally someone who thinks the same as me and doesn’t just call it a stupid habit. I think we got 42 between us in a 45 minute drive. We walked to reception and he turned to me and said ‘’should I go back now?’’ I just said ‘’they’ll manage for a few hours’’ I found out my office was on the 13^th floor we got in the lift I think he was still amazed I asked him to stay. I we got to my office I was thinking my very own office all mine I opened the door and all the expectations built up… all that hope… all the ideas of what it will look like and I hated it, it was black and shiny, shiny who gives a cop a shiny office me + shiny = messy. So I sat down and the rookie was still in the door way I said to him he had to come and sit down and that was an order and he did as he was told.

I sat there at my horrible shiny polished black desk I was all to clean, so I got out a note book and planed how to make my office ‘normal’ I started a list and first on my list was finger prints. I stood up walked over to the glass and pressed my hands on the cold hard glass and continued around the room making sure everything had at least a few finger prints on. I turned to the rookie how now looked like someone has just walked in here and shoot everything to pieces and said ‘’what, it was too clean, now I think we should leave before cleaning get here.’’

We walled to my car and I drove him home we got to his house and he turned to me and said ‘’thanks for today it was brilliant!’’ he was about to close the door when just said ‘’53’’ I managed 56 so I just yelled ‘’56’’ I saw him walk up his long path and into his house trying to work out what he had missed.

I drove home. When I got home I walked to the door I was about to put my key in the door and I heard something move, it sounded like someone was sweeping what do I do? do I burst in? I have my gun or do I try and see who it is? Then I started to think is the key still in the planter? I took the planter, went behind my car and pushed my hand through the soil, where was my spare key my get home drunk and can’t find key key? That was it! I had a moment of weakness and a shot of adrenaline that was it who dears to break in to my house?!

I stood up, dusted the soil off me even though I still looked like I just rolled around in the soil, got out my gun pulled the loader back, went to my door, pushed the door with all the force I could summon I was about to shoot. My house looked like a crime scene covered in blood in circular movements like when someone tries to clean it up… then sitting there on the sofa was Jack Castle my ex-boyfriend holding a gun… and covered in blood.