Horrors by the Hudson

Chapter Two

I was 5 minutes late. I can never be on time and I hate it. Everyone else is already here. Dan is over at his desk in the right corner drinking Dunkin Donuts coffee and Jess is on the left side looking through files, already ready to work, and Kyle is over at the table in the middle pigging out on the Donuts, and Jasmine is over at her desk waiting for me like she does every morning. Jasmine is my best friend, well really my only real friend. She runs over and raps her arms around my waist in a tight hug. Her 5'2" figure compared to my 5'7" figure is different, she always hugs my lower waist cause she's so short. Her short straight blonde hair with platinum highlights are very different from my long brown wavy hair with some blonde highlights. Her tan skin and my pale almost olive skin. Her hazel eyes and mine grey. When it comes to looks and personality we are so different. Sometimes I wonder how we ever get along. My muscles tighten and I freeze up and quickly push her away. Her face full of realization of what she just did. She instantly apologizes,

"I'M SO SORRY ZARA! I TOTALLY FORGOT!" She practically screams so the whole precinct can hear her. I give her a 'really' look and she quiets down, "sorry!" She almost whispers. Since Chase, I can't and won't let anyone touch me. Everytime someone does I freak out and have flashbacks to when I was with him, to when I was beaten for saying I was hungry, to when I was raped for just standing there, to when he would always save me from that blade that I took out of his razor to take the pain away, to let myself be free, just so he could go and use me again. I feel a tear fall down my cheek and snap out of it. Jasmine looks terrified, she never likes when she hurts me, she never means to, no one ever means to, but I can't help it, I can never escape him. The captain yells,

"Everyone in the lunchroom now!" Everyone quickly stops what they are doing and rushes in. Jasmine and I followed quickly behind.

"Ok guys, as you have probably seen on the news and all over the media..." he pauses, "The Surgeon, is what they are calling him, has just taken another victim's life." He slaps the file down on the podium, "Angelina Harper, 23 years old, 5'5", 115lbs, brown hair and blue eyes. This is his 4th victim this month, and it's increasing too. He goes for slim, average height women around the ages of 20-30. He starves them, and then kills them by surgically removing they're heart and sewing them back up. Hence the name 'The Surgeon.' We are now being put in charge of this case since the FBI is currently being held up in something else that's a higher level." He pauses again, thinking, "Waters!" He yells, I instantly look up.

"Yes, captain?" I say sitting straight up in my chair, looking professional.

"I'm putting you in charge of the case." He says bluntly and I just stare at him in shock. Oh god.