Pech und Glück - eine spannende Kurzgeschichte

Pech und Glück - the english version

"One movement and she's dead!" shouts the fat terrorist to my colleagues while holding a 48 to my head. How did I get into this situation? I look around the room cautiously and discover more terrorists who are on us. I look helplessly at my colleagues, including my buddy Tom. What happened? Why am I now a hostage? What happened?

I remember the beginning of the case:It started yesterday. I was on my way to the station. I'm Nina Shaen, homicide detective in Washington D.C.

 Normally the day begins quietly, but this one doesn't, because suddenly a message came over the radio: "Corpse at the J.P. Sousa Bridge found." Sighing, I acknowledged the message and drove off.If I had known then that I would end up as a hostage, I would never have set off.When I got to the place where the corpse was found, there were onlookers and many detectives everywhere. I quickly hurried to get to the scene. My colleague (and secret crush) Tom Cerek came up to me, as always with a broad, melt-away smile: "Hi Nina!" "Hi Tom!", I greeted with soft knees and tried to keep my composure. I looked into his face. I shouldn't have done that because his blue-green eyes held me captive so I couldn't understand what he was saying.

I tried to concentrate and walked over to the body. At first sight I recognized the notorious bounty hunter Jay Drawn. "Definitely an execution. The bullet hit him right in the back of the head. "I heard the pathologist say. "How long has he been dead?" I asked, examining the body. My God, it stank! Like rotten eggs with ham!The pathologist thought: "Since the corpse was in the water for a longer time, I suspect at least three days." The pathologist said goodbye and left. The corpse was also removed and I took a closer look at the crime scene. I was so absorbed in it that I didn't notice Tom appearing next to me. "Interesting place to put a corpse., isn't it?" he said suddenly. I started up like being stung by a tarantula; I hated it when it scared me! But instead of throwing this at him, I said calmly, "Actually the perfect place. Well visited, but still anonymous. You won't be found here so quickly." Tom nodded with a smile. His smile perturbed me for a moment, but I composed myself. "So the perpetrator has to be well informed about the place."I said to Tom. "But he also had the plan from Jay Drawn, because he was only at this place once a week."he said and looked at the Anacostia River. Confused I looked at him. "How do you know that?"Grinning, he held up a small red book. Jay Drawn's calendar! I rolled my eyes! Old show-off, I mumbled as I walked quickly to my car. I was just starting the engine when the passenger door opened and Tom got in without being asked. I glared at him, but he didn't mind. So I turned the engine off. Then he asked me: "What is that supposed to mean? Aren't you going to the station? And ..." "What are you doing here? You have your own car!"I interrupted him. He sighed." It's in the workshop." Before I opened my mouth, he immediately said: "I'm sorry I didn't ask. But will you take me with you now? "Tom looked at me pleadingly with his beautiful eyes. How could I resist? Silently I nodded, started and drove off with thousands of butterflies in my stomach.

In the precinct we started the investigation. We quickly found out that Jay Drawn apparently worked for a terrorist organization called "Terrific".Tom got information about "Terrific" and shared it with me. "'Terrific' is a relatively 'new' terrorist organization. It has existed since 2004 and is probably a splinter group of the RAF from Germany or an amalgamation of former members of the Ku Klux clan." "So Nazi thoughts?" I asked, amazed.He shrugged his shoulders. "That has not been proven for certain. The only thing that is certain is that it is a terrorist organization. And guess what they do with their victims ... " "Execution by headshot."     I said blankly. Tom nodded and continued. "The victims were always found in remote places and often in the water." "Like our victim," I mumbled softly.The day passed in a flash, questioning the joys of the victim. It was already getting dark outside when Tom and I went to my car. I took Tom with me and dropped him off at his apartment.

When he got out, I sighed slightly because I love him. But I would never tell him, because it would ruin our collegial relationship. Tom had just got out when he turned around and looked at me mischievously with his incredibly beautiful eyes. "I'll pick you up tomorrow," he said, giving me a warm smile. I smiled back and said only: "Thank you. See you tomorrow then! "I couldn't find any words when he looked at me like that. I saw him pulling out his key to open the door. When the key fell, he bent down and I could see his firm bum. I was getting really hot and I think, I blushed. I drove off quickly, but I could still see his beautiful eyes in front of me - and his cracking ass !!Later I fell asleep with Tom's face in front of my eyes.

The next morning, this morning, I woke up as happy as I fell asleep. I forgot that Tom wanted to take me with him and drove to the station myself. I got the order to drive to the victim's apartment. When I got there, all I saw was a dump. I was supposed to wait for my colleagues, but I went into the building. If I hadn't and followed the instructions instead, I wouldn't be a hostage!Because shortly after I entered the building, someone hit me from behind. A dull ache shot through me before I fell to the floor and everything around me went dark.After a while I came back to me. I sat tied to a cold wall in a dark and mold-smelling room. Slowly my eyes got used to the darkness. I wanted to call for help when I heard noises from outside. I quickly concentrated on the noises. I heard the crunch of gravel and a car engine that slowly died away. Then I heard the opening of doors and footsteps. Suddenly I heard a voice that was all too familiar to me: "Nina must be here somewhere. Her car is there. Let's start looking. Go!"Tom!It was clearly his voice, because I would recognize it among thousands.I wanted to call him that I was here, that he should free me, that I needed his help. But when I opened my mouth someone held their hand over it and stained the words.Startled, I looked up and saw a face completely unknown to me. Dark, cold eyes looked at me from a thick, puffy face. A shiver ran down my spine. I hadn't heard the guy come in !! What kind of cop was I that I hadn't noticed?But I had other problems than thinking about my cop skills because the fat guy closed my mouth with one hand while he untied me with the other. As I considered my situation, I knew it was going to be hard to get out of here alive. What should I do?The guy held me tight and closed my mouth. On the other hand, my colleagues were out looking for me. What now?

Suddenly I heard someone yell out loud, "Stand still!" The guy turned and we saw one of my colleagues. More cops stepped out, including Tom. He looked worried. The fat guy pulled out a gun and held it to my head .Gradually I became aware of the presence again. I'm still standing here with a gun on my head and being held by a terrorist and 5 other terrorists nearby. Suddenly I remember a film that I saw a few days ago and that I discussed with Tom. I carefully turn my head to Tom and gesture with my hand. I hope he understands!I see Tom's confused face. Appears to be thinking. Then his face brightens and he nods to me unobtrusively. Then he points his gun and shoots. I feel a pain in my left leg and fall to the ground. While my colleagues stop the terrorists with a hail of bullets, Tom rushes to me and helps me up. He carries me outside, there is an ambulance and the ambulance takes care of my leg immediately. It's a simple graze shot on my left leg. Tom looks at me with big eyes after my leg is bandaged. "What did you think you were doing? "he asks reproachfully. I smile cheekily:" A wounded hostage is always released. I was sure that it would work and, to be on the safe side, I had turned my leg a little so that it could only be a patrol."

Tom sighs and looks at me. He whispers: "That could have gone wrong and I would have been really sorry." Before I can say anything, he takes his arms around me. I hug him. Suddenly his lips brush my ear and before I know it, he kisses me. His delicate, soft lips rest on mine. I kiss him gently back. Everything around us sinks.

There are only Tom and Nina. Nina and Tom.I'm a cop, I was taken hostage today, shot by my colleague and now I'm in the ambulance.But still today is just perfect!While Tom and I are kissing, the terrorists are arrested and taken away.

What a day!!