The Twelve Crime Countdown

Three French Hens

(Y/N)'s POV

The car slowly rolled to a stop in front of a small, gray, brick house. Will cut off the car and then took pills out of his pocket.

My eyes trained themselves on the house's front door from the car's back seat. This is the place. Behind that door, in that family home resided the suspect of the crime.

Will popped the car door open and came out with swiftness. Lecter watched for a short time before slowly getting out. I followed suit in quick, nervous strides.

I didn't know what to expect of this encounter. My heart sat low in my chest, beating faster than a number-one racecar. Will it be easy?

As we made our way to the door, a man with a receding hairline popped out of his house's door. His wife clutched tight in his grip in one arm and a knife in the other.

She wiggled and squirmed like a worm against his hold to get away. Her fingers clawed at his arms to try to make him stop. She yelped and screamed in his hold. He was once a family guy with a dark secret. Now it's coming to light.

In one swift motion, he ran the blade across her throat. She helplessly dropped to the stone steps below. Her neck oozed the dark red waterfall.

He slipped back into his home with a slam of his door as if we were unwanted visitors at his door. I sprinted to her side.

"I got it, go ahead!" I shouted to Will and Lecter. I pushed myself to rocket up to her side in time. Her time is slipping through her fingers.

The air felt hard to come by as I breathed in quick breaths, practically ten a second. My head light from it all as I held on for her.

Her blood spewed past my fingers like a faucet. Her eyes said all that she couldn't say to me. She's scared with little hope and she doesn't shake her eye contact with me.

"Please, hold on," I whispered to her. Hannibal watched from the sidelines before stepping with cautionary steps past me to head inside. Her hands came to come mine in her panic. Her eyes are wide like she had been caught in a trap that she couldn't escape from which was unfortunately true.

Her life slipped through our fingers in one big puddle of blood and despair. Her eyes lost all the fear and fight that she had, lifeless. She's gone now, her hands slipped off my hands.

Gunshots rang through the house and spread across the property. I jumped with a start at the rapid succession of gunshots. My feet quickly followed the sound to find out what was going on.

The kitchen had to be the worst scene I have ever seen. The suspect sat leaning against the corner of his kitchen counter. His limp body had been littered with holes.

Next to his side, my two partners have crouched next to his daughter. She is suffering the same fate that her mom had. "I'll call for an ambulance..."

I shuffled back against the wall, grabbing the home phone. My fingers shakily pressed the buttons and took the phone off the hook. Blood smeared from my bloody fingertips.

Alarms blared in my head as I sat in my little dark cubicle. The suspect's daughter might be the sole survivor. She hadn't woken up yet, so it was in the air.

No one occupied the office anymore. The seconds ticked down on the analog clock over my head. My eyes burned like they were on fire.

I didn't want to close my eyes. Every time I did, I saw her. She had no idea what would happen to her today. No one did besides Hobbs.

I'm growing more and more tired as time when on. My elbows rested on the top of my desk. My head came down onto my folded arms.

Burning eyes came to an involuntary close. I should be heading home, but I didn't and won't. Work ended hours ago, but here I am.

"Oh my god, did they fall asleep?" A voice grabbed my attention. Snickers filled the limited space and I knew who it was.

"Josh! Look at them, they stayed here all night!" She pointed at me and whisper-yelled to a coworker nearby. I groggily stared back at her.

Slowly lifting my head further up and to the side, I saw the mentioned guy. I could only see his eyes up as he looked down at me.

Slowly rising from my seat, I lift for the bathroom. She laughed some more and continued to whisper to that guy.

"(Y/N)," Jack's voice stopped me in my tracks. I looked back at him. "Could you come here for a moment?" He ushered me over with his hand.

I slowly inched to where he stood at the end of the short corridor. "You need something?" I furrowed my brows.

"I have been told you stayed overnight. Is that true?" I have never seen him more serious. Words wouldn't come to me for seconds. "I can tell you are wearing the same clothes from yesterday."

"Really? How?" I tried to smooth out the wrinkles on the front of my shirt, but it did little to help.

"You have a little bit of blood on your sleeve." He pointed to my left side.

"Oh?" My eyes shot to the spot he was talking about. A red ring soaked the sleeve ends.

"I'll be sending you home for today, so get some rest." He ordered me. "You will be seeing Dr. Lecter sometime soon."

"I understand what you did out there yesterday can leave long-lasting effects on your mind. You did good." With a pat on my shoulder, he went on with his business to his office.

I could already tell now that sleep would not be happening for the next few hours. A bath would be a good thing to have now that I think about it.
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