Gone in 60 Seconds

Chapter 1: Flashback

    Alex's phone dings and she looks over at it. She then texts back, her fingers moving quickly across the keyboard. She then stands up and practically runs towards the door. She then comes back in and says, "Here is our 'She-Ra'," A woman walks through the door and I know exactly who it is the moment I see her face.
    "Liv?," I ask. It was Olivia Benson, one of my mother's best friends. "Hey Tracie. I heard about Christy...I'm sorry I haven't been here to visit you and see how you were doing. I was just held down in New York. Whenever I'd get time to myself, there would be another case,"
"When Alex called me and asked me for help; knowing you'd never ask for help, just like your mother, I decided to take a leave to come here and help you with the case," she says and smiles. "Well, come sit," I say and tap the seat next to me. "Can everyone clear the room? You all can take a coffee break and meet me back here in an hour," Everyone gets up and leaves.
"So, how have you been? With everything," she asks. "Well, it's a lot. I remember right after she died and Chris and I both moved in with dad. He used to swear up and down that he was fine and he acted like it. But then one night, I overheard him crying and blaming himself for it. It just broke my heart when I heard that,"
"I promised him that I'd solve this case but I feel in my heart that this isn't my destiny to do. I want it to be. I want to get justice for mom but I know this isn't what I'm supposed to do and I just feel so bad. I don't want to break this promise to him either because the last time someone promised him something, it never happened. Mom promised him that she wouldn't die and she..did," I said and my voice broke, letting the tears I'd been holding back, fall and slide down my cheeks.
Olivia gently placed her hand on top of mine. "It may not be your destiny to get justice for Christy but you can't just give up. I know it's someone's destiny to do it, you just have to help them. You have to try your best. You just have to do your part. That's all you can do," she says.
We just sat there. We didn't know what to say to each other. It was now ten minutes later and the phone started ringing. "Fingers uncrossed that this is some good news," I say. "Fingers uncrossed?," she asks. "The last time I crossed my fingers, my wish didn't come true," I had said.

**Author's Note**
I know that some of you are going to be so confused about the last three sentences of that chapter. Here's some clarification. That came from my life. Some of you may not know this, but my oldest sister committed suicide about four years ago. The night it happened, I woke up and one of my other sisters told me that my oldest sister had committed suicide.
I didn't know if this was true so the whole night and every single second of it, I crossed my fingers; hoping that the information I had heard was not true. The next morning, I was informed that it was true and my sister was now gone and out of my life. Now, whenever I wish or hope for something to happen, I won't cross my fingers. And instead of saying "fingers crossed", I say "fingers uncrossed" and people then ask me "why uncrossed?", I say "because the last time I crossed my fingers, my wish didn't come true". Then they proceed to give me a confused look and a nervous laugh.
I do not wish this on anyone; not even my worst enemy. But I believe that everything happens for a reason. You may never know the reason but it did happen for a reason. I will never know why she did it but I do know that this has tremendously impacted my life and how I do things and for that, I will be forever grateful.