Wounded Heart [9-1-1] (ON HOLD)

Chapter 1: The Girl From The Bar ✔️

(Chapter one. Pt.:1)

I woke up from the sunlight that was shining through my window.

I arrived yesterday afternoon from Chicago,all I did before coming to my new apartment that I rented, was go to the Police Department to get my badge and gun and sign any remaining paperwork.

I used to worked as a detective back in Chicago and that's what I'll be doing here in LA.

I'll start in 2 days,so until then I'm going to unpack my suitcases and get settled in.

I stood up and went to the bathroom to have a shower,brush my teeth and brush my hair. When I was done,I went to my suitcase and pulled out some jeans and a blouse.

I was planning to a explore the city a little bit,then tommorow I could do the whole seeing my siblings again after a long time thing.

I found out that my brother lives here a long time ago. I know he is a firefighter at 118. And I also found out that Maddie just moved here from Boston.

I started packing my clothes into the closet when my phone rang. It was Spencer. Spencer Reid is my best friend. I worked with him in Chicago.

"Hey,how's LA treating you so far?" He asked.

"It's good. I just woke up not that long ago. And I'm gonna go look around my neighbourhood to see my options. " I replied.

"That's very good." He said and I swear, I could hear him smile through the phone.

"What's going on in the Windy City?"I asked.

"Same as usual. I was just heading to work." He answered and sighed. "You know we miss you here like crazy,but you needed this fresh start very much."

I cleared my throat. "Yeah,I guess so.. Anyways,I'm gonna go,tell the team I said hi. Stay safe,bye."

"Will do. Bye." He said and hung up.

I spent the whole day packing my stuff out,going to the grocery store, but by the time it started to get dark, I was done with everything.

I was exhausted but I wanted to get a drink and there was a bar across the street. So I grabbed my keys,my bag and left my house.

The bar was full of drunk people dancing around to the music.

I went to get a drink. "Two shots of tequila please." I said to the bartender and sat down on one of the highchairs. He nodded and put the glass infront of me and poured the liquor in it

I put a little bit of salt on my hand,then licked it, downed the shot and bit into the lime. I did the same with the second shot. I ordered a beer and went to the other end of the bar counter. I hate drinking alone, I would always go out with my friends or my team. Well, previous team. But,frankly I don't know anyone here in LA.