PIECES

Chapter 10 ✓

I walk to the kitchen to get some water a few rooms away. When I arrive I see Tom.

"Hey" he says.

"Hi" I walk to the tap and fill my drinking bottle and face him. "Sorry about that. I shouldn't have reacted like that. " I smile weak.

"It's fine. I've been thinking about what you said about those codes. Maybe you are right. It's just, it seems strange that someone would do that. " He said

"I get it" I said to him.

I take a few pills and swallow it with my water.

"What are you taking?" Asked Tom

"Oh nothing" I replied.

He gives me the look.

"It's only to survive the night and stress. That's all I said with a sigh.

"Isn't it dangerous?"

"It's medicine. If I don't take too much it isn't dangerous." I said.

"Sure?" Tom said.

"Jeeys Tom, I'm not a baby."

"Well" he said.

"What did you say?" I said with an open mouth.

"Um ..." he said. Then he starts to laugh.

"What's your problem" I said. Then I also start to laugh.

"I hate to break the joyful moment, but the police found another girl." Said a voice behind me. I turn and see Madelyn. "She's dead, just like the other two girls."

"Omg, so this is number three?" I said worried.

Madleyn nods in concern.

"what?" Tom asked. "Is there something else going on?"

I keep quiet.

"Would you guys quite looking at each other and somebody talk to me?" He said. "What's going on"

I look at Tom: "well, there have been three murders in a row now. One is nothing. Two is strange. But three is a pattern. That meant we're- "

"-dealing with a serial killer." Tom said finishing my sentence.

These days are crazy. Every day there was a report that someone has died. And each time it was the way we've seen before. We look day and night to find out whether we can find a suspect on video cameras, for example. But nothing. It looks like that man is invisible again. Every video camera is hacked or is on a loop. Multiple agents are working on this case now.

We have visited many witnesses or relatives of the victims. Every day I wake up with a strange feeling. Hoping I won't receive a report from another victim, but it happens every day anyway. And it drives me crazy that I haven't found answers.

T O M  P O V

This is tough. Very though. I just had the craziest week of my life. I have a crazy feeling. Something I haven't felt before. Logical too, if you see someone dead in front of you. I can't get that picture out of my head. I hate to visit the families of the victims. I want to help, but I can't do anything.

By the way, I'm not an FBI agent yet. Madleyn said that my 'training' must be approved by the state. He has to deal with standards and requirements. Too difficult to explain, but I can work as an assistant for y/n of course. The 'training' has canceled for now but y/n teaches me a few things in these weird times.

Y/n. Y/n is an power woman. A sweet, persistent, hardworking person. She actually work too much. Every day I see her disappear more in her mind. Every day she gets more tired. But she keeps going. That's why she's so strong. But like I said, she is mentally deteriorating . She is no longer the same. The old y/n laughs at my stupid jokes. The old y/n would like to train and exercise. The old y/n wants to watch movies and not stop before falling asleep. But she doesn't do that anymore. She is different. But not forever. At least I hope so. I want to see her smile again. That god damn smile.

Y / N  P O V

That god damn smile. His smile. Tom's smile is paradise. Tom tries to make me smile. But it doesn't work. Tom tries to get me to watch movies. But it does not work. He's trying to take me out, for a walk, for example. But it doesn't work. I can not do it. I need to track down this case. Before there are more deaths. Madleyn trust me. And I can't disappoint her. The headaches and stress are getting bigger every day. Fortunately, those pills exist. Within a second everything is gone. Ideally, it is as if you forget everything for a moment. This is going to sound crazy but I can't survive without it.

T O M  P O V

"Y/n are you okay?" I said when I when I stand next to her door. All I could hear was rumble and silence. "Y/n?" I asked again, hoping for an answer. "Y/n if you don't answer I'll come in, okay?" And I still don't hear anything.

I face the door and pull the lever down. I open the door and see her room for the first time. I was not allowed to walk around her room, otherwise I would do 50 extra push ups after running 5 miles. Anyway, I walk into her room and I have to admit, it's awesome. The first thing I see is a large window from the floor to the ceiling with the moonlight shining through. There is a large bed on the side of my right hand. Opposite the wall is a wall with doors that probably lead to the bathroom. She has a couch and some pieces of furniture.

In the middle of the big, high room I see her sitting. She has all kinds of photos around her. Above hair shines a lamp. She looks at the photos that surround her.

I carefully approach her and she keeps looking at the pictures. I sit across from her in the center of the circle with the horrible pictures of all the murders and the details of them. She kept staring at it as if she couldn't let it go.

"Are you okay?" I started. "Hey look at me"

She moved her head towards me and stared deep into my eyes. It was as if a sea appeared in her eyes. A sea of ​​emotions that leave her eyes like tears. She looked so sad.

"This is just fucking bulshit" she said while pointing her finger to her face.

"No what are you talking about?" I said

"Just all of me." She said in a broken voice. "Maybe I'm not good enough for this job."

"What? No, you're the most hardworking person I've ever met in my whole life. Why do you think that? "

"He killed 15 people Tom." She said in a louder voice. "15 people." She said more broken. "My job is to solve this mystery and how longer it takes the more people are murdered and the more people are murdered the more people are concerned here. It all depends on me. "

"No of course not-"

-Yesterday it was an 7 year old girl. 7. Years. Old. Who's got stabbed, across the neck, by some man, who's addicted to girls. " She finds it harder to talk and more tears start to fall.

"It's just isn't fair" she said when I give her a hug. She just cries in my arms. My eye sheds a tear. I hate to see her so broken. I hate to see this case, slowly and surely, destroying her.