Falling For The Bad Guy.

Chapter Twenty One

"We're doing all we could to solve this case, give us more time."
When coming back to the station, we could barely walk in. It was surrounded with news anchors, and what we didn't know was that the high speed chase was broadcasted all over the world. "Did you need more time when trying to save that innocent girl, or are you just a terrible cop?" I hear someone shout. My temper gets the best of me and I lunge for him. Unleashing my anger, I make a fist and knock him out. Peter and Derek see me and rush over. "Rebecca! Get off of him!" They shout. But I can't. I'm so angry. At this world, at myself, at Daniel. Derek pulls me off of him and takes me inside. The higher up, Albert Ramirez, walks in and is infuriated with me. "Well the press is going to have a field day with this one! I could just see it now, "Bitter cop lets her rage take over." He says. "It's not my fault! Did you hear what that guy said?" I say. "Yes, but you got out of control back there. Hell if I was different you would be in jail for assault right now." Now I'm really mad. I take a breath before standing up and calmly saying, "Sir, with all due respect, I've been nothing but helpful to this case. Who was the one who found out who James really was? Me. Who helped save a woman? Me. Who was kidnapped, raped, and torn down, yet just got back up to save people, and to save this entire team?!" I point to the table filled with officers. Me. So let me say this one time and one time only, if I want to get 'out of control' one time because some asshole decides to shout a despicable thing at me, let me." Everyone's face is filled with a 'in shock' look. I've worked extremely hard at this case, and I've earned that recognition. "So what do we do now?" Pete asks. Albert looks at me and says, "First, come with me." He leads me back outside, where the guy I recently punched is. I wipe myself off and try to look professional. I walk over to him and give him a fake smile. "I am so sorry for putting my hands on you. Any costs will be taken out of my personal paycheck. Please, feel free to publish any story you would like." If I let him know that he no longer has the power to use anything against me, he won't want to. Just as I had assumed, he looks at me and says, "My comment was insensitive. Forgive me." I smile once again, "Have a good day." Walking back into the station, I see everyone staring at me. "What?" I ask. "A package was just delivered." Oh no. The last time we got a package from Daniel, it was Peter's brothers body in a vending machine. Opening the package, I'm terrified. It's a head. A chopped off head in a box. I scream at the sight. "What the fuck is this?" Peter screams, slamming his hand on the table. "Kate, take this out of here. Rebecca, I have an idea." "Yes. What is it?" "Derek, You, and Peter should go to Australia. Daniel seeing people break the myth of his death back in Australia would cause an outburst." "He'll just kill more people." Derek says. "Maybe not. All serial killers never want to take full, if any of the credit for the murders to the public eye. Daniel kept his James persona going for so long. He'll either call, or make an announcement as to why he's not guilty." "He might just stage his death again." Jayden says. "You're brilliant! And also exactly right. I don't think Daniel will want to be known and disappoint his home town, that's why he staged his death as a young- adult and may do it again." "Well repack your things Rebecca, we're going to Perth." Derek says. "I guess we are." Pete says.
Australia at 1pm:
Derek, Peter and I are going to meet with the Chief Superintendent. "It's nice to meet you Chief, I'm Rebecca Donelli." I shake his hand. "Derek Jones." "Peter Vendelson." They all greet eachother. "I've heard that Daniel Wilson is alive, can I see the files to prove this?" He asks. "Yes." I go into my phone and pull up the photo's of Daniel. Showing him, a "mhm" sound comes out of his mouth. "Why do you have pictures like that of him on your phone anyway?" He says with his thick Australian accent. I choke on my words. "Daniel and I had a romantic relationship at one point. Before I became suspicious of his behavior." Peter was aware of this fact before now, but Derek wasn't. "I see. And you weren't aware of his acts of supposed murder while you were having relations with him?" Chief says. "No sir, I wasn't aware of any of it. If I had been, I wouldn't have been involved with him." I say, truthfully. "Well I'm glad to know you wouldn't have willingly been involved with a serial killer if you knew he was one." I politely shake my head. "Take a seat." We all sit at the black stoned table. "Daniel Wilson was a big name when everything happened here. So were his parents. You've come to work for me, is that right?" He asks. "Temporarily." We say, collectively. "Here is every single document from the day Daniel was born and put into a foster home. I'll clear out the entire office right now. But you have to promise me one thing." "What is it?" I ask. "You have to find a relevant piece of information to catch my eye. You are all new comers to Australia, and I need it to be verified that you all know what you're doing." "I assure you, we know what we're doing." Peter says. "Very well." He walks out and ten minutes later, walks in with three other people and piles of paperwork and footage. This is going to be a long night.

That's exactly what that night would be, Prolonged. But for the reason you would never expect.