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Shit, this job has been my entire life for so long. I practically lived at the precinct for years. Staying so late some nights that I just slept under my desk with Gizmo and Snitch as blankets and my jacket as a pillow. It gave my life meaning, it gave me a reason to get up in the morning. It was the only thing driving me to keep going after theincident-that-shall-not-be-named, when all I wanted to do was curl up and die.
Now it’s gone. Poof. Just like that.
It fuckinghurts.
But it won’t break me.
I won’t let anything break me ever again.
“Step into my office.” Bass pulls me out of my inner musings and I let out a chuckle. Bass doesn’t have an office. Just like Kai, Ezra, and I, he merely has a desk out in the main room with the rest of the detectives and officers.
I take a seat at the chair beside his desk with the help of Ezra, Gizmo and Snitch immediately jump into my lap as the guys all crowd around us. Luckily, it seems as if almost everyone is out for lunch, or not in today, only a few sticking back to man the phones and do some busy work.
“So, you wanna tell me what this is about?” Bass questions as he types away on his computer, probably logging in and pulling up the program to run the plates. I hesitate for a moment, my mouth half open as I decide whether or not to trust him completely, but Nic takes the decision out of my hands.
“Has to do with the stalker. A witness to Wicked’s car accident.” He says simply, and I merely sit further back in my seat, getting comfortable, as I run my hands through Gizmo’s hair. Snitch has abandoned my lap to climb on Bass’ desk and look around.
“What would the witness have to do with the stalker?” Bass is merely curious as he leans back and focuses on us. I decide to speak up this time.
“It could be nothing, but we’re thinking maybe she saw something that scared her off the night of the accident. She didn’t stay to help or even wait for help and give a statement. She fled like her ass was on fire.” It feels like a flimsy connection when I say it out loud, but for some reason it feels important that we find her. Like she’s the key that will unlock something big. “Plus…it seems like her involvement in the accident was covered up, like someone didn’t want anyone to know that she was there. We had to do a lot of digging to even find out there was a witness, and the records were wiped clean when we came here last. Seems kind of shady, if you ask me.”
“Alright then…” Bass gazes at each of us before sighing and turning back to his computer. “What’s the plate number?”
“I’m not one hundred percent on this…more like eighty because the vision was pretty blurry. ATA109.” I start tapping my foot rapidly as I hug Snitch tighter to my chest and Gizmo immediately reaches over and starts gently pulling at my hair.
Please be the right plates. Please, please, please.
“Wicked, what are you guys doing here?” I jump in my seat at the question, having stopped paying attention to my surroundings.
“Oh. Uh, Andy, hi!” I paste a smile to my face and turn towards her voice.
“Um, hi…”
“We’re just-”
“Catching up with our dear old friend, Bass!” Kai saves me with an–albeit–terrible excuse, but he still saves me.
“Right…” She’s feeling awkward. I’m feeling awkward. We’re all feeling fucking awkward. Probably because the last time we talked was when she was the bearer of bad news on the Alan front and I haven’t involved her since. “We-”
Whatever she was about to say is cut off by a shout behind us. Dread slides down my spine in thick, revolting waves, a line of sweat breaking out on my scalp. “Shit. Shit. Shit.”
“What the fuck do you guys think you’re doing here?!” Alan stomps closer to us, his aura snapping and cutting at me with a flood of fury.
For once, I’m at a loss for words. I have no explanation. I have no excuses. I don’t even have the balls to stand up and face him. I’m glued to my chair as his aura presses in chaotically, spinning, whipping…almost attacking me with its darkened strength.
“I meant it when I said you’re fired! So, I ask again, what the hell are you doing here?!” He faces us each down one by one, noticing Andy standing off to the side. “Get back to work!” She immediately scampers off with a squeak as he turns his attention to Bass. “I’ll deal with you later. My office, the four of you, now!”
That’s when I suddenly have control of myself again, and boy do I use it.
“How about fuck no?!” I jerk to my feet, placing Snitch on my chair before spinning to Alan.
“Excuse me?” His aura flashes dangerously again, wavering in strength for a moment before emanating stronger than before, like a vortex of pure energy.
“I said fuck no.” I slam my fists to my hips as I face him down.
“Bass, arrest them!” Alan practically spits.
“On what fucking grounds?!” My voice has risen hysterically, shock jolting through me almost painfully.
