The Threat Of Fear

chapter 1

         I sighed, staring at the stack of finished paperwork in front of me.

Three hours.

It took me three hours to finish all of that and not it's time to organize it.

It's kind of hard to believe that I'm helping all of those people with all this paperwork. Well, at least I'm all caught up now.

"Dr. Cookie?" someone asked, stopping near my desk.

It's sergeant Leon.

"Yes, sir?" I hummed, continuing to organize the paperwork.

"What are you still doing here? Everyone else in your squadron has already gone home." the sergeant wondered.

"I was just finishing all of my paperwork, sir, before I got swallowed up by it after coming back from my vacation," I answered, setting the papers down. "I'm all finished now, though."

"Ahh," he responded. "I see. Well, you should probably head home now, before those roommates of yours start to worry."

Sergeant Leon is 50 years old and has been the Sargent since I started working here about three years ago. I graduated from the academy right after I turned twenty. I absolutely love working as a cop.

"I will, sir." I giggled.

"Would you like me to give you a ride home?" he offered. "I remember you saying that your vehicle broke down."

"I would appreciate that, yes." I nodded, getting up. "Thank you."

"Any time, Cookie." he winked playfully.

        "Surprise!" a group of people cheered as I opened the door to my house.

I stood in the doorway, shocked into silence, sergeant Leon behind me laughing.

He must have known about this.

"Happy birthday, sweets." Nick grinned, hugging me.

His shaggy blond hair brushed up against my forehead as he hugged me.

"Err, thank's," I breathed out. "But I thought we agreed we weren't gonna do a party for my birthday."

"Ehh," he shrugged. "You said you didn't want one, so I still planned one for you. I mean, you only turn 23 once. Am I right?"

"I guess so." I sighed.

Nick's husband (Nick and I's other roommate) came up to us as well.

"Happy B-Day, chocolate chip," he said, after kissing Nick's cheek.

"Thank's," I smiled.

I got up on my tiptoes to ruffle up his blond hair.

"Shorty." he laughed.

He's only about four-ish inches taller than me.

"I'm not short, Alec." I huffed. "You're just tall."

"Sure," he chuckled. "If you say so."

"I do say so." I huffed, crossing my arms. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go change out of these clothing into something cleaner."

"You do that, sweets." Nick grinned mischievously.

       As I was walking back from my room after changing into an oversized, black sweatshirt that I stole from someone close to me and a pair of jeans, something soft hit the back of my head. I turned around and looked at the ground. It's a chocolate chip cookie designed pillow. And I believe that the one who is laughing is the one who threw it at me.