Dog Days are Over

Chapter one: Wake up

I let the phone ring as I unlocked my front door and walked inside, it had been another of those days where so much crime resulted in more work for me, it just seemed to pile up over me and slowly suck the joy I have for my job. Closing the door and placing the chain lock in case any smart-ass tried barging in on me I turned and scanned my living room,

"Just as I left it..." I said to myself.

The phone rang a second time, forcing me to rub my temple.

My head was beginning to ache, and I had no plans to know what had happened to god knew who, I just wanted an hour of sleep. One moment to relax and rest.

The phone rang once more. Irritating me.

"No one's home" I said to it, hopping that through some mystical force the person on the receiver end of the line would understand and call later. I dropped my keys onto the end table and dropped annoyed onto the lazzyboy.

"Rinng"

I doubted they'd understand anyway.

I let out a loud breath and sat back up, surely by the fourth rinng they'd give up, I'm clearly not home...

I stared at my phone with distrust, eyeing it to stop. Oh god, please stop ringing!

And then after a moment of intense mind comunicating, well more like mind begging my phone rang a fifth time. I sighed and reached for it, I didn't mean to shout if I did but the irritating nag of people had me exhausted.

"What." I growled into it.

"Fifth ring, its my lucky day, we got a crime scene, a fresh one, sunset avenue; before Washington street. See you in twenty?" A husky, deep voice rolled out of the speaker. It was Adam Jones, Sargent of the local task force.

"...oh why thank you and a good evening to you to, how may I help you?" I replied forgetting to add the sarcasm.

"Cracking jokes are we, I really did get you in a good mood didn't I?"

"You sure did Adam, is it too much to ask for one hour of sleep," I whined.

"Come on belle, we can sleep when we're dead." He replied through the sound of wind over the speaker.

"Why can't you just do you're job, call it what it is, track the bastard, arrest him or her, and let the rest of us sleep?"

"That's just it, we can't decide. There's not enough evidence for a murder scene and I know as hell this ain't no homicide. We need a third say to call it." He said.

"And you thought of me? I'm touched Adam, I really am."

"Listen, I'm doing you a favor, things don't match, I know how you love a good mytery, and this has you're name all over it." He growled.

"...Only you would come up with some bogus lie to try to convince me."

"Yeah because I don't have anything better to do than to mess with the likes of you."

"Fine but I'm not taking wise jokes from youre little girls OK, you warn them, I'm in no mood to be messed with." I scowled through my voice.

"Yeah, yeah, hey off subject, you had the beach stabbing case didn't you?"

"Don't remind me, got sand all over me." I said remembering struggling to walk on heels over sand.

"Well my girls tell me to tell you, before coming down here to take a quick shower, and get the sand in you're vagina out. See you in a bit."

Before ending the call the loud snickering, and laughter of men made it through, that told me that the girls were going to be merciless.

it's going to be a very long night.

I hung up the phone, leaned back onto the sofa, there is no place, like home...no place at all. I told my self.

I stood up checked my phone, seventy percent battery life, no messages, no missed calls, got my keys undid the chain on the door and left.