Detective Badass

John Doe (9)

The squad read the note and agreed that I shouldn't go alone. I only suggested it because it's what he wants and the sooner I get to him the quicker this whole nightmare can end.
"We are not going to listen to this lunatic's demands, Garcia. We're all going," Liv tossed me a bullet proof vest and headed to the armoured truck.
Sonny was weary of my intentions but I couldn't ignore the feeling in my gut that was warning me. Someone was gonna get hurt and it's because they wouldn't listen to me about this. I have to get this guy by myself, I will not put the squad in danger.

We rode up to the abandoned building rather quickly. Liv got up first and jumped off of the truck. I snapped out of my thoughts by the sound of bullets outside. We all ducked down and heard Liv shouting outside that there was a sniper on the roof.
"Snipers?," Sonny asked.
"He wants everyone to stay back. He wants me," I said softly. I was looking at Sonny, remembering his face, the fall of those rebellious strands on his forehead, and his sweet cologne.
Just as I was opening the back doors I heard a siren blare.
"Detective, I was wondering where you were hiding. Why don't you come join me?," Arthur shouted through a megaphone.
"Garcia, don't! We already have a team coming in," Liv reasoned.
I heard a shot go off and threw myself in front of Liv, taking a bullet in the back for her. I had the vest on but it still hurt like a bitch.
I heard her groan and I seethed from the shock. "He's not gonna stop shooting, even if help arrives. He has a good advantage from high up," I rolled off of Liv. She was shocked at my quick reflexes but recovered.
"We have to wait, Garcia. We have trained people for these types of situations," she knew the truth though.
I stood up and held my hand out for her to help her up. She took it. "I'll have my radio on so that you can hear what's going on. I have my gun and a knife in my boot. I have to do this."
She put a hand on my shoulder and started to say something when another shot rang out.
"I'm getting impatient, detective. You don't make your way to me in the next few seconds I'll turn to the explosives I have planted all around us!," Arthur screamed into the megaphone. He was getting antsy and apparently I was the only one who could stop him. I was the newest member of the squad so there won't be any mourning. There won't be a big news outlet covering my death.
I nodded to myself and stood up to go when I felt a hand on my own. Liv put another gun in my hand.
"Be careful," she whispered.
"Try to go around, see if you can get him from the back," I told her.
She nodded.
I walked to the opening of the truck and nodded to the squad inside. Sonny came over to me and grabbed my hand. "Don't."
"I have to. For the safety of the whole squad," I choked back tears as I turned away from him. My fingers slipping from his hand. As I walked I heard another shot ring out from behind me.
"Don't!," I shouted out to Arthur.
"Just sending them a warning, detective," he laughed.
I walked a bit faster. This is going to be quick, hopefully, and then I can go back to my cozy apartment. I can tell my family that they're safe now and my dog and I can have a nice Christmas together. Maybe I'll invite Sonny over and we can make a whole dinner together. Maybe, just maybe, I'll tell him how much I like him. I walked up the steps to the top floor and made it to where Arthur was. He had his back to me and I looked around. There were packs of bullets next to him, binoculars, and a military grade rifle. Next to him as well was, I guessed, the trigger to the bombs he said he had.
"Please have a seat, detective," he spoke up not moving from his perch. I turned on my radio and took a seat away from him. He took a shot at the armoured truck again making everyone jump. He laughed at their reaction.
"What's your plan here, Arthur," I used his real name. That didn't seem to faze him at all.
"Just wanted to talk," he shrugged.
I rolled my eyes. "Seriously, you could have done that without all of this. Why the grand display?"
He turned to me quickly with a smile. "I like the fear that people give off when there's danger. It's intoxicating," he took in a deep breath. "For some reason I don't smell it on you as much as everyone else. Even when I smashed your pretty face into the glass doors at the shop. It intrigues me."
I looked up at him. I know what he's going to ask.
"Why is that, detective?," Arthur turned his head to me.