Ordinary Life

Taking Risks

When finding my answers, I wanted to find them all through Wyatt first. But I had to take a risk. Which was going to risk my relationship. My mind was running wild, because is this going to be worth it? Worth losing my job again? Worth losing Bruno again? All just to find and indict two men who have been posing as normal American citizens when they are European escapees due to drug trafficking and murder. But I also had to think, it's not just seeking justice for the Jones' but to prevent anyone else from losing their life. Life is a precious sequence in the world, another should not be lost.

I had to put on a show. I had to make Wyatt feel bad for me. In a way he could give evidence away, and not even knowing it.

I sat at my desk at work, at days end, crying, puffy eyes and running nose. "Eve? What's wrong?" Wyatt came in my office closing my door, and shutting blinds, holding my privacy. "Bruno left me!" I lied in my tears. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry." Wyatt came around and hugged me. My heart dropped, knowing that I'm hugging a murderer. "What happened?" He asked. "He said that I don't spend enough time with him. He thinks I'm sneaking around and he couldn't deal with it anymore." I cried in his arms.

"He should know that you're an amazing woman who is loyal to her job. He's a coward and he's insecure. You don't need a man like that in your life." Wyatt said.

"You don't need a man bringing you down, but one who will help you up. And that's the man I am." I continued to sob. "To be honest Genevieve, when I found out you and Bruno were dating, I felt like I died. I was a jerk who was jealous. I hated to see you with him. Because I wanted to be him."

"I just wanted to be happy. And everyone seems to be doing the opposite." I said. "I'd kill, to make you happy Eve. That's a promise." That phrase. He gave himself away. Something I've been looking for.

I stood up and leveled myself with Wyatt. "You know who was responsible for the killings, don't you?" I asked, holding his hand. "Wouldn't you love to know?" He raised a brow.

I unbuttoned my top one by one. "If you tell me, you'll be a hero. You'll be chief." I bit my bottom lip, "and you'll have me. Two things you crave for."

I put my hand on his chest and pulled it down to his stomach. "Be a hero, Wyatt. Save us all." I said. "Justin." Wyatt whispered. "Justin killed the Jones'" Wyatt said.

"You want me now?" I asked, whispered. "I've been wanting you the day you walked in here." Wyatt kissed the hinge of my jaw, to my neck, but when his lips touched my skin, my stomach dropped. I had to do this. I had to.

I unbuttoned Wyatt's shirt, and began search for the cut, that I gave during my house invasion, but it wasn't there. I had enough information on Wyatt. I needed to have him arrested until I'm proven wrong about him.

I reached behind me, to get my gun, but it wasn't there. I patted myself, trying to find it, but I couldnt. Wyatt broke his kiss and said, "You looking for this?" He pulled out my gun dangling it from his finger tip.

"You're more of a whore than I thought." He shook his head. Wyatt grabbed my arm, and twisted it, weakening me. I squealed at the pain, and I tried not to cry, but one wrong move, my arm is broken.

Wyatt slammed me on the my desk top, bending me over. My first thoughts were he's going to do what he's been wanting to do. Have sex with me

"Please, don't. Don't do it, Wyatt." I begged. Wyatt laughed, and said, "Do what? Slam into you? As delightful as that might sound..." Wyatt came close to my ear and whispered, "I don't want Bruno's sloppy seconds."

"You think you're going to get away with this, Wyatt? Because you're not. I'm going to have you sent to prison!" I said with tears in my eyes. "Oh, baby, that's what you want to see. I'm going to run this department, and you're going to be right here, doing as I say." Wyatt said.

Slowly, I raised my skirt, reaching for my holster, which held a knife. I flipped it opened and quickly, I punctured and twisted the knife in Wyatt's thigh.  He fell to the ground, and I unlocked the door, and shouted, "I need back up! Now! Hurry!"

I pulled the handcuffs off my hip and put Wyatt in them, while his back was left pant leg was soaked in blood. "What the hell did you do Eve?" A worker asked. "I found one of the killers. It's Mr. Wyatt Henderson."