The shy little incubus Book one

Friday

Another restless night as predicted. I'd awoken to my phone ringing obnoxiously loud as if I had more the one cell phone with the same ringer just laying all over the room.

"Detective Holt, speaking?"

There was a quiet pause.

"Morning Holt, it's captain just checking up...what's up man why haven't you been around?"

With a defeated sigh I looked down at the bedsheet where one of my shirts laid, the one Gabrial had first worn. I hadn't washed it. The smell of Gabe was so prominent on the shirt as I held it to my nose.

My eyes prickled with hot tears and my throat felt clogged and burnt.

"U-uhm, yeah I've just been going though some family stuff."

I could stop the sniff that came on as a few stray tears rushed down my cheek.

"Oh...did someone die?"

With a pause I considered.

"Something like that."

Quietly swiping at the tears and sat the shirt aside.

"I'm sorry for your loss. We miss you here, you always got a case and closed it just as quick."

Ha, right you only care about the closed cases that's why your calling.

"I'm going to give you time off come back when your head is clear."

Although the Captain couldn't see me I still nodded my head yes.

"Thank you Sir."

There was a grunt in reply then the line went dead. Jumping out of bed still sleepy I'd made my way quickly around the room packing a small bag and getting undressed for the shower. I smelt bad hadn't showered in days because of this deep depressed state I've been in.

Pausing I caught sight of me in the mirror and stared. My miss matched eyes were so dull and cloudy my eyes were red from crying and underneath were dark and baggy from sleep deprivation, and boy....my lips were so chapped and sore looking. This time there just wasn't much to do I hadn't been taking good care of myself how can I when Gabe is god knows where?!

Probably not safe.

Didn't Gabe say that if he's captured they'd kill him?

"Oh, god."

"My poor baby!"

Clutching my chest above my heart a strangled sob escaped me. How am I suppose to get anything done with this horror constantly on my mind?

I might be able to save him but not like this. Not moping around. Quickly showering I stepping out and threw on some clothes I'd got myself fresh but nothing could hide the pain I was in.

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Susan was a small women maybe in her forty's with a grayish black head full of hair sleeked into a low tight bun. The women didn't look like she'd take my money and run.

"You look like shit."

A sad smile crossed my face and I nodded.

"I've been under the weather..."

Susan nods her head and offers me a seat with a cup of tea. Susan's shop was small and cozy with a lot of antics and old books pictures of drawn incubies, werewolves, vampires. This women didn't hide a thing. Everything was here even a wooden stake if I'm not mistaken.

"So, I understand you want a portal into hell yes?"

I nod my head quickly and set my cup of tea down.