Trapped

It's him

I'm sitting on the chair, my legs up on the table.
I feel my nerves tingling, I feel my heart in my throat and I'm biting my nail.
And all I think of is if it's really Michael Henderson.

"Hey, where is the girl?" Shepard asks me as he walks into our office.
"WHAT WAS HE WEARING?" I yell at him.
"Woah calm down, princes," he chuckles.
"Just tell me already," I say "god's sake."
"Okay, give me a kiss first."
"You either tell me right now, or I swear to god I'm going to punch the living soul out of you"
"Okay, alright," he smiles "he was wearing a blue shirt, saw him running into the house."

A smile works its way to my lips, the heaviness on my heart fades away, my teeth finally stop tearing my lower lip, and I finally feel like my old self again.
I got him.
It's him.
I knew it from the beginning.
I won.
They tell us winning isn't what's important, that losing is okay. That it's the hard work that counts.
But it sure as hell feels damn amazing when you win.
They tell us wining isn't everything, that devotion, effort and commitment are what matter in a fight.
But they tell us loads of things don't they?
Wining isn't everything, that I agree with.
It's the only thing.
Because if I don't win, criminals will stay in the streets.
It's why people like me, do what they do.
We want to win.
We don't think of losing.
We can't sleep until we win.
We win.
And to win you must be willing to work harder than you ever did, stay up longer, focus more, even break the damned rules, and lastly forget all about the drama that goes in your life.
Because drama weakens you.

"I knew it," I laugh "God, I knew it"
"What? No way!" He says.
"Yes way, baby,"I laugh harder "I'm good, I'm still good."
"Tell me how?" His face turns pale.
"She told me he put her in the room and left when he heard me coming in," I say smiling "so I ran outside, and saw a guy running away."
"Okay?"
"He was wearing a blue shirt, average height and dark hair"
He sighs "oh," he shakes his head "I still don't believe it"
"What?why?" I ask shocked "what is there not to believe?"
"I don't know I just don't."
"You're just jealous" I tease wiggling my eyebrows at him.
"Of what?"
"Of me, because I suspected him from the beginning."
He stares through me. Not at me. Then he rolls his eyes.

"Let's go get the son of a bitch." I smile
"Yeah."
"Zac, it makes since."
"I know, I just"
"Is it because you have feelings for his mother?"
"No, but you're right it makes perfect sense so let's go get him"
I smile "let's go" and we walk out of the office.

"I want to be there you know" I say "I want to read him his rights and handcuff him"
"Your wish shall be granted, my lady" he bows and points his hand to the main door.
"Thank you, my lord" I smile and walk out. He follows.

"So, how is Robert?" he asks me as he drives
"He still hates you." he does. Dad never hated anyone, but he poured all of his hatred towards Zac.
And who could blame him? Other than the fact that he is a jerk and a complete asshole.
He was his older daughter's hight school lover.
Then the love of his younger daughter's life.
Former love of my life.

"But he trusts me enough to send you to work with me," he says "he never trusted me to be near any of his..." He stops himself.
"daughters," I mutter "any of his daughters."
He nods.
"He doesn't trust you, he trusts me." I say.
"Should he though?"
"What do you mean?"
"You said he trusts you with me, all I'm asking is should he?"
"If your asking if I'll hop into bed with you, then no I won't."
"You damn know what I'm asking about."
I look at him, his dark circles mixed with a few wrinkles.
His clear bright blue eyes, clearer than the bora bora sea.
I knew something was wrong, he never looked so... Unfocused.
But, I cant bring myself to ask him about it.
"Enjoying what you're looking at?" He smirks.
"Ew" I roll my eyes and turn to my window and stare out.
It's already dark, and the wind is so annoying.
I've always hated the way the wind plays with my hair.
"can you please close the windows, I'm freezing"
"You were always freezing back then too," he laughs and closes them.
this was like the old days, he and I driving in his car with our windows closed, but minus the music.
"Wanna listen to some music?"
"Sure"
wow. As if he read my mind.
"I guess, I still have our playlist"
"Oh my god, no you don't," I laugh"God, some songs actually suck in here."
"I know," he laughs
"I'm embarrassed."
"I'm not," he says "never when it's something I've done with you"
My heart did a thingy.
My chest felt right.

He puts the music on.

As I was saying, our favorite songs playing, and we wouldn't stop driving until I fell asleep.
He would carry me to his apartment, and let me sleep on his bed while he slept on the couch.
He can be a gentleman when he wanted to.
But, of course it's different now.

Back then we were in the police academy.
Now we are the police.
Back then we were secretly in love with each other.
Now we are openly in hate with each other.

We are different, life is different, this situation is different. But, it still feels the same.
I even wish for a second to go back to being nineteen.
Young and in love.
Everything was so simple.

Oh, wait it wasn't.
Because of all people, I fell in love with a guy my sister dated in high school.
It's never simple for me.

"We're here," he says.
"We're here." I say looking at his house.
Michael's house.
"Let's go get the psychopath."

We are standing on the porch and Shepard knocks.

"I'm coming," a woman says, his mother obviously.
She opens the door and her eyes widen when she sees us.
She is short, has black hair and blue eyes.
"Oh, Zac what're you doing here?"
"Is Michael home?"
"What is going on?"
"Ma'am please answer the question." I say.
"Who are you?"
"She is detective Emily Lance," He says "where is Michael?"
"Tell me what is going on first." She demands, her voice full of concern.

I don't like this woman.
I don't know why. But I just don't.

"Ma'am we're the police and we're asking where your son is, so please answer us."I say
"In his bedroom." She swallows and takes a deep breath.
I start walking in, but Shepard stops me by  holding my arm "let her call for him, Emily"
I nod.
"Please Marlene, call for Michael."
"I told you if you come near my son ever again..."
"Call for Michael, Marlene" he stops her from talking.
"Michael, come here" she calls for him.
"On my way" he says.
I hear his footsteps.

The footsteps of a killer.
A rapist.
God, I can't wait to put him in a cell for the rest of his life.

"What is going on mom?" He asks as soon as he sees us.
"Just come here honey," she starts walking out of the door. And she sits at a couch on their porch.
"Are you okay mom? Did something happen?" He asks her and stands in front of her.
She takes a deep breath.
"What is going on? Is it dad?" He asks us.
"Michael Henderson, you're under arrest" before I say another word he starts running down the porch and into the street.
As soon as I process what just happened I start running after him.

"MICHAEL STOP RUNNING OR I WILL SHOOT" I pull out my gun.
Breath in. Breath out
He isn't a sweet 17 year old, he is a raping murderer.
I can't let him go, because if I do girls will get hurt.
I shoot up in the air and that stops him.
The bullet sound echoes in my ears.
He stops right next to a blue car.

"DO NOT MOVE" I shout at him and he doesn't.
Shepard is behind me now and he nods to me so we start walking towards him.
"On the ground. Hands above your head."
I jump him and press his face to the car while I handcuff his hands behind his back. He raises his head and turns around.
"Please, let me go." He pleads.
"Do it, Emily" Zac tells me.
"What?"
"I mean his rights, you really wanted to."
"Michael Henderson, you're under arrest for the murder of Katie Donavon, the rape of Monica Bills, the rape and murder of Hillary Baker, shall I continue? The list goes on Michael."
"Just read them Ems." Zac says and I nod.

"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law. You have the right to an attorney, if you can't afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. Do you understand these rights I have just read to you?" I let out a breath and smile.
"Let's go" Shepard says
We grab him.
And we go.

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