Scars of the past

Feds

I went to get a coffee in the living room with George, when I saw two men and a woman in the background.

"Cheap suits, cocky air and act like they run the place, I bet they're feds." I said, based on my previous experiences with them.

"How do you know?" George asked me blankly. "Are they here because of you?"

"No, agents and feds rarely work together, there is even some competition between the agencies."

As if they knew we were talking about them, they came towards us.

"Detective Winter and Detective Colin, right?" One of the man asked.

"Yea." George responded with his air of authority and complete confidence, but I knew he was suspicious.

"We came to talk to you about the Serial Killer case, we had some questions, can we talk to your superior?"The woman said this time.

"Of course, he's actually in the auditorium, over here."

We walked into the auditorium in silence, and I could tell something wasn't quite right.

"Grasser, these federal agents would like to speak with you."

"It would be privately with Detective Colin and you actually." One of the feds said.

"Actually there is nothing that cannot be said in front of my team, we have no secrets." I said, and complete. "No longer."

"Ok then, maybe you can explain it to us, because your file appears with several censored parts."

The federal woman pulled up the Serial Killer case file, and then pulled up my file, and it was much more than my detective file, it was my personal file, from the agency, but everything was censored, they only had access to my name And my photo.

"Actually I can't." I replied looking into their eyes, and I saw them become angry.

"How dare you, we're federal agents, you owe us an explanation, we went to file the Serial Killer case and the detective who helped arrest him has a censored file, we need to know why."

"You don't really need to, you just want to know. If this file appeared censored for you, it's because you don't have the jurisdiction to read it. Now if you'll excuse me, we have a really important case to work on."

I turned to leave, but one of the men grabbed my arm and pulled me, I closed my eyes to contain myself, I was going to turn around and let go of him, but before anything else, George had already grabbed him by the collar and stood up in one of the walls.

"You lay a finger on her again, and I'll end your life."

Obviously the other feds drew their guns on George and a shiver of dread ran through me.

"No." I screamed in terror just thinking about something happening to George, but he also stopped and slowly let go of the man, who was completely red.

"If you want to know so much, I already say you'll regret it, that's way above you. But I'll tell you." 

I pulled out the photos George had taken from the board, my photos after I was released from captivity.

"I have been a special agent for the national intelligence agency since I was 15 years old, I am the daughter of the directors, and I grew up in the agency. At 24 I led the biggest seizure of a human trafficking organization in the history of this country, but as a result I was kidnapped and I spent 62 days in captivity being tortured, that's how I got out.

I put the pictures on the table.

"When I left, I retired and joined the force, my record was erased, and they created my new detective record, which you originally had access to before you were digging into my life. It's painful and unnecessary to keep telling this story. Now If you'll excuse me, I need to find the guy who did this to me."

The three's eyes were wide open, they looked at the pictures and didn't know what to say. I thought of many things to say but chose not to say anything. I just walked away, and went back to the board to investigate and look for more information, my brain was short since everything happened and I was trying to make something fit and make sense. Grasser and George talked with them further and then they soon left.

George came towards me, he walked calmly and with a sure step, and I can't deny that I loved it when he defended me from the feds. He was impulsive, that much I knew, but he would never hurt someone for no reason, they gave reason for his reaction. And I knew he was coming to apologize. His head down and his sweet gaze told me that.

"Thanks."

I said before he could say anything.

The expression on his face changed to one of confusion.

"No need to apologize, I know you were impulsive, but there, in that moment, you doing that, and being there for me, was all I needed."

"I lost my mind when he squeezed your arm, I saw it hurt."

He touched my wrist, which in addition to the scar now had a red handprint.

I watched his fingers caress my scars, and it was even funny to see his big hands cupping my small, thin wrist.

"We're going to face and heal all your marks from the past. You're going to be free and I'm going to be by your side living it out."

His eyes stared into mine, I sighed and hugged the man of my life, I couldn't believe he could be real.

"Are you okay?" It was Grasser, my boss, asking if I was okay after I'd trashed three federal agents.

"Am I in trouble?" I asked afraid of what was to come.

"No." Grasser answered bluntly.

"Grasser I'm sorry if I was insubordinate, I didn't even think straight. But for them to have that file they dug deep in the archives, really poking around, it wasn't official. My official file is the one you also had access to. They wanted to end the case, or get it for them I don't know."

"You acted well. I would have done the same, and they were super arrogant." 

"You saw too? All Feds are."

"But you didn't tell me if you're okay."

"I am, it's strange all this surface, and the memories come and go. But I'm fine, I just need this all to end soon."

"That might be close, look what I found."