Kara and Connor

Chapter One

Connor sighed and looked up at the ceiling. He was... bored. Which was a problem. His father had argued that being bored was a good thing, because it meant he was good at his job. After all, 'he had to be fan-fucking-tastic if he was solving cases so quickly that he had to wait for new ones. Especially in Detroit of all places.'

But being bored was dangerous for Connor. He didn't know why, but he tended to do irrational things when he had nothing else to do. Just to do it. It was a big reason why he dropped out of college to become a cop. Sitting through lectures was boring, and a bored Connor was a Connor who didn't mind skipping class to streak across the quad. Twice.

Connor closed his eyes against the harsh fluorescent lights of the station. He had assumed that becoming a police officer, especially in Detroit, would mean he would never be bored. He would at the very least always had paperwork to do. Writing reports on squatting, and vandalism, and whatever else. But he had gone a little overboard, done so much to keep himself from being bored that he indirectly put himself in a position to be even more so. Three years of doing the most paperwork, and well, work in general had gone a little too well for Connor. He had been given a promotion, he was now a homicide detective. He regretted taking it now. Connor thought that becoming a detective meant more work.

He was somewhat right, working homicide cases was harder and more time-consuming than giving traffic tickets. But it also meant that he couldn't give traffic tickets anymore, it was 'below' him. When he was a regular cop, he could just take on more work. There are always people running red lights. There aren't always major homicide cases, not even in Detroit.

Connor was brought out of his thoughts by a flick on the forehead. He opened his eyes to come face to face with his father. "You napping on the job kid?" He asked.

"What job? I've done all my work already. What else is there to do?" He questioned.

Hank rolled his eyes. "Well, now you have more. We were just assigned a case," He said slapping a case file down on Connor's desk. "You can stop moping now."

Connor instantly perked up. "What is it?" He asked, reaching for the file. Hank smirked and sat at the desk across from him.

"Homicide and kidnapping." Connor raised his eyebrows, that seemed really serious. It was also much more different then the typical muggings gone wrong that he typically had to investigate. Connor opened up the file whilst nodding for Hank to go on. "This," Hank pointed to the picture of a man in the file, "is Todd Williams, age forty three. He was found dead in his house this morning. Shot in the stomach. His front door was wide open."

Connor nodded. "Okay, so sounds like a home invasion." Hank shook his head.

"Not in the slightest. The neighbors said he had a daughter. Chris and the guys show up this morning, no daughter."

"They took the girl? Why?" Connor asked.

"Well, that's where the other part comes into play. This man, Todd Williams, had a babysitter. Kara Kamski." Hank said pulling a second picture out from under the first.

Connor looked the girl in the picture. "Kamski? As in Elijah Kamski? The man who invented Catrina?"

Hank nodded. "That's the one."

Connor was flabbergasted. "He has a sister?"

"Yup. And that sister just killed someone and kidnapped a child."

"Why would she do that?"

"I'm not sure but, one of the neighbors reported seeing Kara walk out of the house with handprints on her face and arms every once and a while. I think it's safe to assume that had something to do with it."

Connor shook his head. "Why would she keep coming if he was abusing her."

Hank shrugged. "My guess is he was doing the same to his daughter. Kara probably stayed to protect her."

Connor felt slightly sick. He had never met the man, but from what he just heard he wouldn't be shedding any tears over his death. "Yeah, I know. I'm not too upset over the fact he's gone either." Hank said. "The thing is... Kara did still commit two felonies."

"So, our job is to catch her."

"Bingo."

"Alright then." Connor said cracking his neck. "Let's get to work."