Issues

Investigate

Emily's POV

Jared bagged all of the evidence and dusted for fingerprints all over my apartment, only to come up empty. The intruder didn't leave a single shred of evidence behind in my apartment. The next day, Jared called me and said that the note and every picture was tested and no fingerprints or any sort of DNA were found on the evidence. We'd hit a dead end. Back to square one. In a city of millions of people, it could literally be anyone. Jared's younger brother even hacked the security cameras in my building and the ones on the city street and found nothing viable. They narrowed it down to a tall, muscular figure that was careful not to show their face from underneath the black hoodie. They couldn't even tell me if it's a man or a woman. Great. Now we really know nothing to help us stop playing defense.

All I know is that this person is sophisticated in their efforts to remain anonymous and untraceable. They're dangerous and they mean business. How am I supposed to protect Alison from a threat I can't even identify or prepare for? With each passing day, I'm growing more and more frustrated that we can't seem to catch a break and uncover a lead. I'm feeling helpless and I hate it. I was once the hunter... the one who took down evil with ease and swift justice. I was invincible, I was mighty. But now I'm feeling small and worthless.

Over these few days, I haven't been able to control my need to check up on Alison whether it be through calling or texting. I know she can tell somethings up because she keeps asking me why I'm always checking on her. When we're around each other, she studies my face and I know she can tell something is wrong. She doesn't push too far though. It's always been her philosophy that I will tell her when I'm ready to do so.

Tonight, I'm taking her out to dinner at a new, fancy restaurant in Manhattan. I'm really going to try my best to act as natural as possible. It's just so hard to act normal when a mysterious threat looms over us 24/7 and I'm the only one that knows about it.

It's 7:30pm and I'm pulling up to Alison's apartment in a limo that I rented for the night. I want Alison to feel special, like royalty, and the ultimate beauty that I see every time I look into her eyes. I chose a body hugging, shimmery, black dress and matching shoes. I straightened my hair and went with smokey eyes and a dark red lipstick. I can't wait to see what she's going to wear. As I carefully climb the stairs to her apartment, I knock on the door and anxiously wait for her to open the door.

"Bye Moose. I'll be back" I hear suddenly from the other side of the door. She unlocks the door and opens it, flashing me her famous Alison smile in her off the shoulder, form-fitting, navy blue dress, and classic curled and twisted half up, half down hairstyle.

"Damn Ali.... this dress... you look unbelievably beautiful" I saw as I step forward and pull her close to me. "How did I get so lucky to land a woman like you? You almost make me want to cancel dinner and that limo downstairs just so I can watch you take off this dress and let me have my way with you" I say in a sexy voice, just inches from her lips.

A deep red blush overcomes her cheeks as she tries to compose herself from the thought of me doing all of her favorite things to her body.

"Wait a minute! You said limo.. you got us a freaking limo to go to dinner" she says excitedly and in disbelief.

"You bet I did. I'm wining and dining my lady tonight" I reply. Now just inches from her ear I whisper, "And maybe a few other things if you're a good girl".

I can feel the flood of goosebumps all over her body in response to my forwardness.

"You are so damn slick aren't you Miss Emily Fields" Alison smirks as she playfully smacks my arm with her clutch. "Come on. Let's go. I'm starving" she continues as she grabs my hand and leads me towards the stairs.