As we approach the police station, we're stopped by a huge croud of people, with signs. "R.I.P Caylee", and "Deserves Justice!". It seemed as though the whole media had been involved the whole time. I call the whole team, and say to them all, "Avoid them. No eye contact, ignore them all. I'll let them know we're here." I say, and call the local P.D. None of them outside, it seemed they were avoiding us at all costs. It made me annoyed to know that. "The local media is gonna get involved sometime. J.J will be outside for it. Head out." I say, and we all some-how are able to park. There was a little passageway for us, and it stays that way. "J.J, how about you come inside for a minute for two." I say, glancing at the building croud. She nods, and we all head in. There were yells, and I couldn't help but wonder how they found out..
"Is there somewhere where we can set up?" I ask, after we introduse ourselves. The chief nods. "In the conferance room. Don't mind the rookies running around." He says, rolling his eyes. I ignore the last part of his sentance, and we all set up. "Cheif Plad." I say. "Yes?" He grumbles. "May I speak to you out in the hall for a moment?" I ask him. He nods, and I lead the way out. "Why aren't your 'rookies' outside, taking care of this croud? We need people working on this case. If it's your whole unit not working, then we can just leave this investigation to you." I say, my best leader voice working, without me trying. I was furious! "My best section is working on this!" He says, angrily. "Well as we all know, and I think you should too, you requested our help. And I'm willing to pack my team up, and bringing them right back to Washingtion. And I need you to put some trust in your unit." I say back at him. He sighs, angrily. "Fine. I'll tell them all. And I'll send some outside. Happy?" He grumbles, and calls his unit together, and tells them all. They nod, and he calls seven officers over, and assigns them outside. Our team heads out in different groups, and we work all of that day. When it was the end of the day, I call the hospital to check up on Mary, and realise she was just fine. I ask to talk to her, and talk to her of course.
I eat, and then throw up, and try to eat something else, but throw up everything in my stomach. I call my doctor, and she said to see a doctor. I knew I couldn't at this hour, but I hang up the phone when finished. I eat something again, and cover my mouth before giving up. I fall asleep, feeling sicker than ever. I couldn't even take the pill of mine without throwing up. I give up, and head to bed. I knew my patience for the chief was shrinking, but so was my patience for myself. "Okay, here is the plan, we head out, to this man's house. We have a suspect. I just want to finish this. Just excecute this guy." He says, and nearly everyone's mouths' drop open. "What did you just say?" I ask him, so surprised. I was agrivated already, because I couldn't eat breakfast without throwing up. Even the chief could see that. His eyes narrow when he sees me. "I said we're executing this guy." He says. I could hear my voice rising. "You want to throw away another life because you just want to end this case? Are you crazy?!" I say to him. Now I was full on in explosion mode. He says nothing, just is in shock. "Answer me." I say to him again. I was fuming. I knew if someone touched my skin it would be hot. That was another effect of being a werewolf. It would be burning if you were angry. "Cancel that then." He says, and walks away, and announces it. After that, we all split into groups.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Four days Later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Starving to death, we were on the plane home. None of us injured. I was annoyed with myself. I couldn't eat without repretting it. I couldn't eat anything without throwing it up. Once we get off the plane, I head home, then to the doctors' office. I had made an appiontment two days before. I head in, and hear my name called three minutes later. She does a medical exam, and says, " Your sick Lisandee. Your trying to eat right?" She asks. "Yes, but I keep throwing it up." I say. "I feel that your baby is at risk Lisandee." She says, and I put my head in my hands.
