After our night out on Friday, I think I was dying the whole weekend, I've never felt as rough as I did for those 2 days. I'm still mad at myself for what happened with Leah, I shouldn't have snapped at her, and to make things worse I can't even apologise because I don't have her number. I guess it's a sign, love has never been kind to me, so I guess it's for the best.
I shake myself of my thoughts as I pull up outside of the station. I get out of my car locking it and walk into the station, greeting Hannah the receptionist on my way in. "Hey Hannah, Emily already here?", I asked her, "walked in a few minutes before you, with 2 cups of coffee", she smirked at me, "thank god", I breathed out, she laughed at me and buzzed me through the door as I made my way to the lift to go to the 4th floor which is mostly for homicide detectives, but we work on a lot of other cases too.
When I got off the lift, I was greeted by Em and a cup of coffee, god I really don't know what I'd do without her, we've been best friends for 10 years, we met when we were 15, I was being bullied and she stood up for me, we've been friends ever since.
"Coffee, milk, 2 sugars", she smiled at me, "you are an absolute lifesaver, thank you".
"So, how did the rest of your weekend go?", she asked, knowing fine well I wasn't in any state to do anything. "Funny, you know I was out of service the whole weekend from our antics on Friday", I replied, sighing at the memory of what happened.
"What happened with you and Leah after she took you to bed?", she asks with no accusation in her voice, just with genuine curiosity. I sighed, catching her up on the events of that night. "Damn Y/N/N, but harsh", she said jokingly. "I know okay, I feel terrible and I'm never even gonna see her again".
Before she could reply, we were interrupted by Jackson Wright. He's a great detective, he was in the field with my father when he died, I made him go through the events that led up to his death, he was patient with me and did it everytime I asked. "Hey Jackson what's up", "new case for you 2, sorry, bit of a gruesome one, need you to go to the scene and have a look", he informed us, we both thanked him and made our way to the scene. "I don't know what to expect when we get here, it doesn't sound good", Emily explained, "I know Em".
Me and Em walked into the house and it was a bloodbath, an officer at the scene told us to go into the basement, so we made our way down and the scene before us was horrible. We're both masters at hiding our emotions, so we pulled ourselves together and had a proper look at the scene in front of us. There were 2 kids and their mother all tied to separate chairs with their backs to each other, with the father lying on the floor, gun in hand with a self inflicted bullet wound to the head which looked like the gun had been pulled inside of his mouth.
"What do you think?", Em asked me, "I'm not sure, obviously looks like a murder suicide, but look at the exit wound of the bullet in the fathers head, it's too high up, I think whoever did this made it look like a murder suicide", I explained. Emily nodded in agreement and we returned to the station to look over the evidence whilst waiting on the autopsy reports.
"Do you think whoever did this had a partner?", Em asked, "I don't think so, it's too messy to be more than one person, it would have been more controlled, it looked like they wanted to punish the family, specifically the father, so we should look into his background more, see if we can find anything there". We eventually got the autopsy report back and figured out the father didn't have any gun residue on his hand, confirming the thought we had that it wasn't a murder suicide.
"I think I've got something". We had been working at this for hours, coming up pretty much empty, it had just hit 9.30pm when we finally got a break. "What have you got?" I asked Em. "A guy named Jacob Park, used to be best friends with the father until they got into a fight, seemingly over a girl, guess who the girl was?", she rhetorically asked, "let's go" I said.
We made our way to Jacob Parks house and walked up to his front door, knocking to see if he was home, we heard a crash so I told Em to take the front and I'd take the back. Walking round to the back, gun in hand, I went to open the back door when it was flung open and I was knocked to the ground. I quickly got up onto my feet, running and tackling him to the floor, he swung at me, knocking me off him and we had now switched positions, luckily, I was able to throw him off me, rolling him over and handcuffing him. "Are you okay?", "yea I'm good, can you take him to the car?" I asked, "yea of course".
We made it back to the station and questioned him, from just this interview, it would be enough for any jury to find him guilty, but we got the DNA results back and he was a match for the DNA we found on the gun. "You should get that checked out", Em stated, pointing out the gash on my forehead that had been bleeding. "I'm fine Em, don't worry", I replied, she gave me a stern look, "I'm serious Y/N, get it checked out and I'll see you tomorrow".
As I was driving home, I got a call from my boss, Paul Foster, "hi Paul, everything okay", I asked as it's quite unusual for him to be calling this late. "Hey L/N, sorry to bother you I know you just finished a shift, but we just got a call about a break in and it isn't far from your house", my face scrunched in confusion, "a break in?", "I know, not usually your area but it was a call from a women's footballer, she plays for arsenal, I thought it would be better if you dealt with this, rather than an officer", he replied, "yea of course, send me the address", "thanks, I'll send it through now".
