Melting The Ice Queen

Chapter 2 Briella POV

After working on the case for more than thirty minutes, I rest my head on my desk.

Whew ... this is an exhausting case .. how did this little girl even survive ? The photos of her injuries are truly heartbreaking.

My thoughts come to a halt after my police radio starts to ring and the officer at the other end tells me about a robbery at a bank on the Drangty street 12. There is little information on the robbers but my eyes widen slightly when I hear about some people being injured.

Injured ? No .. not on my watch.

I quickly get up from my desk and rush towards my sisters desk while grabbing my badge and gun.

I can't let anyone get hurt, at least not anymore.

"Bridget lets go .. there is a robbery going on and some people are in troubled and injured." I mumble in a quiet voice with slight Panik.

She nods instantly and does the same thing with grabbing her gun and badge. We both rush towards my police car and turn on the radio to listen to the robbery.

Some shots were fired in the bank as we raced through crowded streets in my cop car and turn the siren on. Bridget looks over at me with a worried expression.

"Icy .. do you think some people got shot? Or worse killed? Oh god please no .. I don't want anyone to die." she says in a worried tone as she shakes her head.

I grumble quietly and roll my eyes at the annoying nickname. Most people at the police precinct call me 'icy' instead of 'officer Bennett' or 'Briella' which is my actual name but they choose to call me 'icy' from that one children's show called 'winx'.

It's fine it's fine ... it doesn't matter that she calls you icy and makes everyone else do so as well. It's just a name.. not like it's true. Kinda.

Bridget loves that show and she calls me that because.. well because I'm cold and harsh .. intentionally or not. I want to keep everyone at arms length so that I don't get hurt. Not again. Never again.

Most of the time I find that nickname annoying since when I'm on the job I liked to be respected ... which I am since most other cops find my cold demeanour intimidating and rude. They mostly avoid me so that they don't get on my bad side but some feel brave .. they annoy me .. that is their grave mistake.

Deep breaths Briella. Deep breaths. Everyone will be fine. No one is dead. No one will die.

I don't take my eyes off the road as I drive.
"I don't know Bridget .. hopefully not but we can never know .. just stay alert okay? We can't have anyone dead." I say as my eyes glance at her momentarily before focusing back on the road.

She nods and looks ahead to the road as well. We arrive at the scene after few minuets and question few officers on sight.

They informed us about the robbery and that the robbers ran in the other direction. Two cops on stand by, Bridget and I ran after the robbers with our guns out. Some civilians jump out of the way as the robbers run by. 

As we are running after the robbers , I hear a guy scream and spot some blonde guy on the ground groaning in pain. Alarm bells start ringing in my head as the thought of a innocent civilian being hurt makes my heart fill with fury and fear. I couldn't let that happen. It's my job to protect them and I can't fail at that.

"Bridget I'll help that guy on the ground. Rest of you go after the robbers ... call me through the radio if something happens."

I call out to them quickly as they run and do not wait for her to nod or answer me before I rushing over to the guy . I kneel down as he is clutching his leg in pain.

"Excuse me sir . Are you alright ? Tell me what happened? Where does it hurt ?" I ask in a cold tone while trying to be professional as I pull out a first aid kit from my bag. I take out the ice bag and some bandages to get ready to start to heal his leg .

The blonde guy looks up with a pained expression on his face and in his storm like coloured eyes. My heart uncharacteristically skips a beat and my eyes widen slightly as his stormy eyes look into mine through his blonde hair.

What was that ? Did my heart just ... skip a beat? Huh? No way .. I'm probably just tired from running.

I shake the feeling Off and look at him, feeling my heartbeat setting down but not by much. Some strands of his dirty blonde hair falls above his beautiful stormy eyes and shakes his head.

"No .. some guys in masks hit my legs with a slick or something and ran."

His smooth voice with a soft British accent makes my stomach flutter uncomfortable for the first time in a long time, but this time it feels different. I nod my head and start to look at his leg which is swollen from the hit.

"Okay .. Sir what is your name ?" I ask as I put an ice pack on his leg and wrap bandages around it to keep it in place and stop the swelling on his leg.

Our eyes meet and light blush appears his cheeks. His eyes are almost greyish-blue, making my mind go to the dark clouds on a stormy or a rainy night.

"Umm my name is Samual ... Samual Walker .. and who you may be miss ?" He asks in a voice that is gentle and warm, bringing a warm sensation in my chest as his stormy eyes gaze into mine softly.

Somethings is different.. my heart is beating really fast .. did I really run out of breath from running a couple of minutes. can't be .. I can run way longer and not be breathless.

I let out a shaky breath as my thoughts start to jumble around in my mind, feeling unsure about how to feel about his usual effect on me.

"My name is officer Bennett .. mister Walker." I say in a calm, cold tone as his eyes soften and he cracks me a small smile.

Okay something is definitely wrong with my heart. This is ... different .. not sure if good or bad.

I think to myself nervously as I feel my heart beat way more faster than usual and than something interesting dawns on me. It couldn't be .. but it makes the perfect sense.

Oh my god .. it couldn't be .. am I ... having a .. stroke ?!