Blood Is All I Can Remember ~🌸~ 1

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Amy sat up in bed. She couldn't sleep. Not after the incident. Amy always saw his body. Always saw the bullet holes when she closed her eyes.

Amy reached over towards the night stand to get her phone. She unlocked it and went into her contacts. Amy scrolled down to the "S's" and paused over Steve's name. Amy sighed angrily and threw her phone onto the bed. She got up and got dressed into some running pants and a shirt. She put on her running shoes and grabbed her water bottle and walked towards her bedroom door. Then, Amy went back into her room and grabbed her phone. Then, she set out into the night.

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Amy ran past Kamekona's shrimp truck. She was determined to keep running.

Every time Amy blinked, she saw Toms body.

"Stop it!" Amy said to herself. She ran faster.

Amy blinked again. She saw the bullet holes.

Amy huffed in anger and ran faster. She was running into Steve's neighborhood. Amy had no idea. She took a left, right, another right and stopped. Amy was standing at the gate to Steve's house.

"How the hell did I get here?" Amy said to herself, she made her way to Steve's door. Amy lifted her right hand to the door. She hesitated a little. Amy sighed and knocked twice. She heard footsteps make their way towards the door. Amy heard a faint click. Then, Steve opened the door.

Amy felt her cheeks burn. She lowered her eyes before she stared any longer. Steve wasn't wearing a shirt. He was only wearing dark grey shorts.

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything." Amy joked.

Steve looked down at his bare chest and told Amy to come inside as he grabbed a shirt from off of the sofa.

"What are you doing here?" Steve asked.

"I couldn't sleep." Amy said.

"So you came to my house instead of calling me?"

"Apparently." Amy laughed nervously. She sat on the sofa and looked up at Steve. Amy sighed. "I can't stop seeing his body." Amy began to fidget with her hands. "It's like it's stuck in my mind." Amy stood up. She felt a tug at her brain.

"Amy?" Steve looked at her with worry. His voice seemed to echo.

Amy's eyes fluttered. She felt herself falling. Her vision became dark. Then, Amy passed out.

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"Where's my camera?!" Amy threw everything around her house. She needed to find her camera. It had important evidence of a drug deal going on. Amy felt it was somehow connected into a gun sale that went wrong a few weeks ago. She got a perfect picture of the suspect. Amy just needed to get her camera to someone to enhance the photo, make it clear, and then run facial recognition. Then they'd find their perp.

"Where is it?!" Amy threw a glass vase at the wall. It shattered. Amy sighed in anger. Her phone buzzed. Amy picked it up and answered.

"Hello?" Amy rolled her eyes. "Yeah, Yeah, I'm on my way. Don't wait up for me." Amy hung up and grabbed her HPD bag. She walked out the front door and locked it. Amy then walked to her car, got in, and started it. Then, Amy drove to HPD.

"I still need to give HPD that flash drive." Amy sighed. "I'll give it to them tomorrow. No time to go back for it now."

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Amy's eyes slowly opened. Steve's face was above her. He was shouting her name. When Steve saw her eyes were open, He sighed.

Amy felt something underneath her head. She felt hands on her cheeks. They were warm and soft.

Steve took his hands away from Amy's cheeks.

"Amy, are you alright?"

Amy slowly sat up. She had a terrible headache.

"What happened?" Amy asked.

"You passed out." Steve replied.

Amy looked at Steve.

"Did you by any chance find a camera at my house?"

"No, why?" Steve asked.

"Because, I think it may have valuable evidence on it. It could help with the flash drive that I found at my house. The photos on that camera could possibly show the identity of my killer."

"Couldn't we just use the flash drive on our table back at Five-0?" Steve asked.

"Not really." Amy said. "I made sure you could only use the flash drive on the camera."

"Oh." Steve said.

Amy rubbed the back of her neck.

"I should get back home." Amy began to stand, but Steve stopped her.

"I think you should stay here for the night." Steve said.

"What?" Amy looked at Steve confused. "Why?"

"You just passed out. If it happens on the way back. I won't be there to help you." Steve gave Amy the blanket that was on the back of the sofa. "Besides, you need the rest."

Amy took the blanket and sat on the sofa.

"Thanks." Amy said.

"No problem." Steve smiled.

Amy felt that strange feeling again. She quickly shook it off and laid down. Amy threw the blanket over her body and closed her eyes. This time, she didn't see Toms body or the bullet holes. She saw nothing but darkness.