You proved that abuse was a thing for us.
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Again it had been another long hard week for me in the office. I was falling behind with all the paper work mounted on my desk. The team had been on two cases and I'm still on the case from a week ago.
I missed Nate and I missed Tristian, I had a lot of problems with my daughter, but I hid them from every one; including my self. And to top it all off, someone from the office had seen my 'husband' having lunch with a tall blonde girl with pretty blue eyes.
I hadn't laid in a real bed in so long and all I wanted was to be held by Nathan in my own bed while watching a movie. I wanted Tristan to crawl in bed with us because he was scared of the dark, I wanted to hold my daughter; I wanted to be happy.
It was nine-forty-five and I had some how managed to be the last one here and the only one working. I laid my pen down and rested my head on my desk. I was creeping up on seven months pregnant now.
I didn't feel right, I hadn't felt good for days. I hadn't felt my daughter kick in four days.
somethings really wrong Nate, with the baby. i'm going to the hospital:(
-savannah xx
I packed a few folders into my briefcase and headed to my car. My gun with still on my side and my ID was still in my coat pocket. They were with me where ever I went, on or off duty.
u ok? ill meet you there
-Nate
I don't know what's going on.
-savannah.
I drove towards the hospital, until I saw a robbery in the process. I got out and kept my hand on my gun. I approach the store and pulled it out.
"Drop your weapon," I said standing behind the robber who held a women at gun point, "FBI SSA Gilinsky," I added.
He pushed the women away and turned to look at me, "you're just another fed who's gonna get her head blown off," I felt a sting in my chest. I fell to the ground.
I still couldn't figure out what was going on. My gun was still in my hand. I turned over and shot the guy in his foot then in his back.
Then it hit me; I had been shot. I was seven months pregnant and I have been shot.
"Call help!" someone yelled. "We have SSA Gilinsky in my shop. She's shot! She's pregnant, barley breathing!" I heard the store owner yelling frantically before I blacked out.
The last person on my mind was Nate and my baby Tristan. I couldn't breath, I could see my mom; my mom was dead.. so was I.
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"The baby has to come out!" I was coming to, still barley breathing.
"No, she's only seven months!" It was Nate.
"Sir do you want to lose your baby and your wife?" I could hear everything. I could hear Nate yelling at the doctor, I could hear Jack trying to calm Tristan down, and I could hear Tristan screaming for mom. His mom was dead; who could be possibly screaming for? Me?
I could hear Nate's sobbing, "okay take her out," even though Nathan and I had been fighting we had discussed her name; Katherine Jane Maloley.
Katherine for my mom.
Then I heard her. My daughter was born two months early, November twenty-second. Although I was under for surgery I still heard the doctors talking about me.
"Seven months pregnant and she tried to stop a robbery? How idiotic," a male said.
"It's her job to do that. Lawfully that's what she does," another defended.
"She should've been a doctor," another laughed out.
"Maybe she doesn't like the idea of what we do. She's literally studied anything lawful thing you could think of. She's all over the news for what she does. Give her a break," a female snapped.
