CARSON'S CRIME INVESTIGATION SERVICES

Chapter 2

Ivory trudged through the halls of HQ, a solemn look on her face. Today had been one of the worst days she had experienced in a long time. She was still shaking like a leaf and her heart rate was pounding. Westley had really gotten her worked up today and she didn't appreciate it, though she did pray for his health, even if he brought it on himself.

"He didn't deserve to suffer like that" she muttered, suddenly bumping in to the platinum blonde officer from earlier.

"Officer Shears, are you ok?", questioned Ivory, seeing how the woman most certainly did not look ok.

"Well obviously I'm not ok! Westley was shot!", she yelled in a fit of anger, before crying.Ivory was almost at a loss for words, but went to comfort Officer Shears, regardless of her outburst.

"Do you even care?", questioned the platinum blonde, wiping her tears, making Ivory pause."Of course I do, I-".

"No you don't! If you cared you would've saved Westley!", she boomed, her voice echoing off of the empty corridors, "You should've tried harder! You know, it was YOU who was there, not me, not that waste of space old woman I work with. YOU!".

"Ok, I get that you're upset, but you just need to chill out a bit, I tried my best to-"

A cold, hard slap suddenly flooded the tiny space of which the two stood in, Ivory gasping and holding her cheek as it stung like a fresh wasp wound. She suddenly felt a deep shade of embarrassment claim her other cheek, drowning her crimson.

Officer Shears looked at Ivory, a scowl that could make the underworld quake adorned her face as she lashed out. "DON'T YOU DARE TELL ME TO CHILL OUT! YOU UTTER POND LIFE!", she seethed, stomping off down the hall and muttering a string of curse words to further solidify her hatred towards Ivory in that moment.

Ivory still held on to the hand print on her face, almost in shock. She knew Officer Shears had a temper, but she never thought the platinum blonde would ever physically harm a co-worker, even if she was worked up.

"I guess she just needs a bit to cool off", sighed Ivory, "And I need to get this hand print covered in foundation and take a much needed shower".

She let out a depressive sigh once more and continued her walk of shame to the shower block, grabbing her bag from her locker, number 13, and placing it on the back of the shower door, locking it behind her as she ran the water and stripped off; allowing the cleansing beads of water to wash off the dirt of the day and calm her mind ever so slightly.

After about 30 minutes, she turned off the taps, ceasing the water flow and wrapped her towel around her body, drying off and putting on her red, lacy underwear and bra.

"The shower made me feel a bit better", she commented to no one in particular as she unlocked the door to the cubicle and walked over to the benches. She tipped out the contents of her bag, as she almost always did and dressed herself in a white and blue jump suit with navy blue pin stripes. It was classy and sexy and hugged her curves in all the right places. The least she could do was look put together, even though she herself most certainly wasn't. She was scattered, a mess, but she was also oddly graceful, often taking things in her stride, even if they were hard; but not so much today. Today she had met her limit.