Avenge him

Frenemies

Megan's POV

Abbie thankfully was discharged that afternoon with 2nd degree burns and cuts that hurt like hell. We started to head back to her apartment when I made the decision to make a right turn into the familiar road that lead to the station. "Megan what are you doing?" Abbie groaned.

"You remember what that birth certificate said and how chief completely flipped out handing over these files, he knows something and for whatever reason he can't say it aloud." I cry out in frustration. "I couldn't even concentrate on my date with Jake because of this stupid case." I hit the dashboard several times and turn to Abbie.

"How was that date by the way?"

I blush before noticing her change of topic. "He asked me to be his girlfriend, I said yes, blah blah blah, now let's get the truth out of chief." I pull into the station and throw open the door of my car and ran inside, leaving Abbie speechless. I waited inside impatiently as Abbie walked with a painful expression inside.

"He, asked you to be his girlfriend?"

"Yes, now let's go!" I pushed open chief's office to find chief himself unconscious with his infamous cigar hanging from his mouth, still lit.

We rush to him as the cigar falls into the trash can next to the desk and it bursts into flames. "CALL 911! Abbie help me get chief up!" we put chief's arms around us as the flames grow and everyone in the station races out the door in panic.

We laid chief out on the ground in the parking lot, but it was no use, there was no pulse. All we could do was wait for paramedics, and watch the fire consume the station.

*******

I dropped off Abbie at her own apartment, and then headed back to my own to think. The door was fixed with a new alarm and everything. After the intrusion however,I felt uncomfortable in my own home. I sat down on the floor next to my old table that laid there in pieces, and I cover my face with my hands.

With the station burned to the ground,the little evidence we had is gone. What are we going to do?

I sat there, and felt like pulling out my hair just putting the pieces together. I got up shakily, and my anger increased as I walked into the kitchen. I swiped my kitchen counter clean from all wine bottles and medication with a scream, "HOW IS SHE ALWAYS ONE STEP AHEAD?!" I crumble to the floor when I hear a distinct knock on my door.

"Go away Abbie."

"Um th-this isn't a-a-abbie." a girlish voice hiccuped. I recognize it and I throw open the door to see a very drunk Thea.

"What do you want?" I snarled.

She began to sob, and I take in her smeared makeup and notice her ripped red dress.

"What happened?" My face begins to soften as I notice her desperation was beginning to rise.

"That killer, sh-she murdered my husband tonight at bottles and god damn it I need your help." and she falls unconscious as I finally begin to piece everything together.