Cold-Blooded

To Catch A Criminal

Lauren's POV

I load my pistol as Sergeant Andrew Bazzi walks up to me. "Ready when you are Lieutenant," He nods firmly.

"10 seconds," I respond getting in my police car with Austin in the backseat handcuffed. "Ready Austin?" I look at him through the rearview mirror.

He nods and I start my car. After following Austin's directions I come to a stop in front of a cabin near the edge of the woods. "This it?" I ask him.

"Yeah..." He mumbles.

"Stay here," I open my door getting out of the car.

Two police cars pull up creating a barricade as the SWAT team loads out of their vehicle. Sergeant Bazzi hands me a microphone and I turn it on. "This is the Chicago Police. Come out with your hands up," I spoke. No signs of response. "There's no need for resistance Jamie we have the place locked down." We wait a couple of more seconds and I turn to Andrew. "Keep an eye out from the front I'm going through the back," I said.

"Yes, ma'am. Radio in for backup if you need it," He taps his index finger on his walkie talkie.

I throw him a thumbs up and creep up to the back. I keep a tight grip on my pistol as I slowly walk up the stairs the wood creaking under my boots with every step. I look at the window but unfortunately, the curtains are closed. I put a careful hand on the doorknob and turn it. The door creaks open and I carefully push it open. I level my gun, peaking in. Once I fully step in I feel myself getting tackled. I groan as both the person and I fall down the steps and onto the ground. He stabs a knife through my shoulder and I cry out in pain.

I find my strength and push the man off of me. I throw a punch and he falls. Hearing my cry of pain Andrew rounds the corner with two other men who handcuff Jamie.

"Andrew!" I call out.

He helps me stand up steady, "Did it do any permanent damage?"

"I don't think so. But I need you to pull the knife out," I groan.

"Alright, alright." He puts a steady hand on the handle and counts down to 1. He pulls the knife out and I cry in pain feeling the knife getting pulled out inch by inch. He bandages my wound by ripping off the sleeve of his shirt. He helps lead me back to my car as the two other men lead Jamie to the back of another police car.

"Fucking snitch!" Jamie shouts out to Austin who is in the back of my car.

The men shove him in the back of the police car as I get in mine.

"Do you want me to drive instead?" Andrew asks.

"That's probably a good idea," I mumble.

"Good cause we have to get you fixed up immediately," He says.

Once we switch places I rest my head against the window placing a careful hand on my wound. Once we arrive back at the station Harry patched my wound up.

"Thanks, Harold," I joke.

He chuckles and squeezes my good shoulder. "Call me that again and I will create another stab wound," He says.

I stand up and pull my shirt over my head. After a soft smile, I exit the lab and walk to my office.

"He isn't as fucking innocent!" Jamie says as he passes Austin's cell.

Zayn pushes him forward and I finally arrive at my office. I close and lock my door sitting down on my office chair. I groan in pain and get to work.