Worship - Ethan Landry x male oc [2]

7

Sam wrestles the blown airbag out of her sightlines and restarts the car. She was about to pull onto the road when a police siren makes itself known. She looked in the side view mirror and saw a cruiser coming up fast.

"Shit." Sam said, leaning over to open the glove box for the registration but the cruiser speeds by her car.

Followed by another, and another, and another. Sam slides the Prius in after the last cruiser and follows the motorcade.

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Sam parks close to the Hicks house. The crime scene is chaos, police tape is yet to be put up, so Sam is able to slip through the cracks and get an eyeful of Judy Hicks's body as they cover it with a sheet.

Sam's hand goes to her mouth, looking like she's going to be sick.

"Miss? You can't be here." A Deputy said.

"Her son, Wes. Is he...?" Sam can read on the Deputy's face that Wes is dead too.

"Please step back." The Deputy said.

Sam backs away from the scene, losing her grip. "It wasn't you... It wasn't you..."

"Are you okay?" A voice asked from behind her.

Sam turns and finds Gale Weathers standing behind her, a concerned smile on her face.

"You were kinda talking to yourself." Gale said.

"You're Gale Weathers..." Sam said, dumbfounded.

"I am. Did you know the Sheriff?" Gale asked.

"Sort of." Sam said, looking towards the body. "She didn't like me very much."

"She didn't like me very much either." Gale said.

Sam shifts, suddenly uncomfortable. "Look, I'm not really interested in talking to a reporter."

"That's okay, I'm not really interested in interviewing you. I have no idea who you are." Gale said.

"Oh. Samantha Carpenter. Sam. My sister and I were both attacked." Sam said, holding out her hand.

Gale shakes her hand. "I'm sorry to hear that. I'm Gale..." She trails off as she sees a familiar face in the distance, Dewey, getting the bad news from another deputy. "...Riley." She catches herself. "Weathers. Gale Weathers. Excuse me."

Gale moves past Sam and Dewey sees her coming.

"Gale? What are you--" Dewey didn't get to finish his sentence when Gale starts smacking him in the chest repeatedly.

"A text? You tell me Ghostface is back in a text?!" Gale exclaimed.

"Ow! You were on the air!" Dewey said.

"How do you know?" Gale asked.

"A hunch." Dewey said, as a beat of silence passed over them. "You look good. Are you writing?"

"No time." Gale said.

"You were always happiest when you were writing--"

"Are you drunk?" Gale asked, having smelled it.

"Pretty much all the time. I told you not to come." Dewey said.

"And when have I ever listened to you?" Gale asked.

"You just couldn't resist a good story, could you?" Dewey said.

"Don't be an idiot, Dewey. I came because I was worried about you." Gale said.