Not Gonna Die (Vincent x Reader)

3- Cigarettes and Alcohol

3- Cigarettes and Alcohol

Your P.O.V

You were in the department, getting used to your office and the people around you. You threw paper balls in the trash can across the room, still thinking about your parents. Who would've murdered them? Why that harsh type of kill? Why couldn't it be you?

The sheriff smiled and handed a file of documents to you. You sipped your (favorite drink), looking at the folder. "What's this?" You asked with an eyebrow raised.

He coughed and nodded, "They're people we've captured, and we need you to look through their profiles. Check their records to see who's the criminal. Give me a ring when you have your prediction."

"Do they have details of how the suspect looked?" you questioned, twirling your pen with your fingers. Sheriff Barnes leaned against the wall and fixed his belt. "Of course, the information is inside and you'll just have to picture it like you were the one who saw the scene. This is a test to see how well you'll do when it's time for a tough crime scene."

You nodded and opened the folder. Many files of tattooed men appeared and some looked tough, others were weak looking. The sheriff's black hair swayed a bit as the air blew in softly, his hazel eyes staring at you. You looked away, feeling his gaze move.

Your phone rung and saw it was Vincent. You smiled and picked up, "Hey Vincey."

"Hey Cupcake. How's your first day?"

"Good so far, I just need to do a test. I need to make a prediction of who the suspect is in a crime."

"My baby girl is finally growing." He pretended a sniffle through the phone, causing you to keep smiling. "I'm not a baby, you are."

"Nope," he said popping the 'p', "I am not a baby either."

"I love you okay." you laughed softly, hearing him chuckle from the other side. He made you happy every time, he made sure no one would hurt you. You still were sad about your family, and he knew how much it hurt you. It hurt him to see you smiling outside, but deep down, you were broken.

"You know I love you too, but more."

"Fine you love me more," you said, "but I do too."

"Yeah, yeah. I can't wait until you come home. I've been dying to get one of your hugs."

"I am too. Well I got to go, I'll call you when I'm at lunch break."

"Okay darling. Bye and take care."

"You too, bye." He hung up and you set your phone down. Henry, the sheriff, had left and you sighed. You stared at the papers and pictures, doing your (h/c) in a bun, and you grabbed a pen.

Before you could start writing, the door creaked and a voice echoed through your mind.

"Time's almost up."

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