The shimmer of sunlight slid through the room as I woke up. I didn't sleep well. I was having another dream about the murder. I hated seeing it every night, playing over and over again in my head. The blood, the look of shock on his eyes as he fell to the ground. I shook it from my head and stretched. My body was sore, my wrist itchy. I hate to mention it, but this damn detective is getting on my last fucking nerves. She's so uptight and arrogant, it annoys the hell out of me. It's only been two days and I already can't stand her. I miss my mom and dad. I miss my brothers too. I want to call them, but the royal guard dog won't let me. I never got a chance to call my mother and tell her about my job or my new house. I shook my head and got up. I could smell breakfast cooking, so I decided to walk out into the living room to find her on the phone while whisking the eggs in a green mixing bowl.
"And you're sure of this?" I made my way to the couch and turned on the T.V.
"What about-," She paused to listen, stopping her mixing as well.
"I'll bring her in then. It's not a good idea. but I'll do it...god you feds get on my last nerves," She rolled her eyes and slammed the bowl down, nearly getting beaten egg everywhere.
"I know it's your job, but honestly!! This case can't be handled by L.A.P.D.? You know I have a particular score to settle after what happened to Shaun," I looked on at her, listening more intently. Who was Shaun? And what did this murder I witnessed have anything to do with him?
"I am not trigger happy. I just want to put a few clips in him and send him off to Murphy for autopsy," She giggled. She had a cute giggle.
"Yes...fine we'll be there in an hour...ok bye," She hung up and finished the eggs, bacon, hashbrowns, SAUSAGE!! Sorry I had to, anyways and we ate.
"What was that all about?" I asked, looking at her.
"We are headed to the precinct," I nearly choked.
"But...I-I,"
"Don't worry. An escort will pick us up in an hour and drop us off there. Once done, we'll take the long way back here. There will be an extra car driving along with us for extra protection," She said as she picked up our finished plates and put them in the sink. I got up and went to my suitcase and grabbed some jeans and a white top. I got into the shower, and washed myself clean. I wrapped myself in a pink towel and made my way to the bed room and got ready. My towel fell, so I went to pick it up. I heard the door open, and I turned.
"Oh Dammit!!"
"Jesus!!" I grabbed the bed sheets and covered my body.
"What were you raised in a barn!!?"
"Well sorry, I didn't think you'd walk around butt NAKED in my bedroom!!"
"Why do you think the fucking door was closed!!"
"Oh God...,"
"Get out will you!!?" She rolled her eyes and slammed the door shut while I got myself dressed and ready to go, grabbing my black purse, and putting on my heels. My shirt showed a little cleavage, but I didn't want to worry about it. I walked out of the room and she was already dressed in her suit. There was a honking of a car horn outside.
"Come on, let's go," she said, handing me a scarf.
"What's this for?"
"Hide your face. It'll help," She said. I wrapped the black scarf around my head, and put on my sunglasses. I cautiously walked out with her, she had her gun drawn already. The black sedan was running as I got in to the back seat with Janet next to me, and another man in a suit on my left. I scooted closer to Janet, feeling uncomfortable with him so close to me. She didn't move over, she actually put her arm around my shoulders.
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ChickLitDetective Janet Jackson, one of the best in the L.A.P.D was a stubborn, difficult, and down right cold hearted woman who wanted things done her way or no way. With a horrible past, feeling guilt at the death of her partner. She works alone, and when...