The Whole Damn Night Sky

"I almost lost you twice."

Time skip guys.

Bradley's been working for two months and I've started with little things, like DUI's and drug deals.

Bradley's at work right now. It's ten in the morning.

Every day he gives me the longest kiss known to man and begs me to be careful.

I woke up to the wind because today is a stormy day. It's November and it's snowing. I'm about to fall back asleep when my work phone blares.

I grab it and press answer. It's my boss, who is on charge of our team. Her name is Helen and she is thirty seven.

We live in New Britain where we grew up.

"Hello?" I ask.

"Ready for your first big case? It's yours and yours alone." She says.

"Okay." I mutter.

"Turn on channel thirteen."

I do, and I see Mew Britain high school, which is where I went, and also were Bradley works.

A bomb. A girl has a bomb.

"She's threatening to explode the whole school." She says. "I did some research and the girl lost both of her parents to the bombing at the Boston marathon. She is mentally unstable. Get to it girl." She hangs up.

I only have one thought it my head.

Bradley.

I spring up out of bed and put on a pair of jeans and a bullet proof undershirt, and a black long sleeve shirt over my other shirt. I put my hair up in a messy bun without brushing it. I brush my teeth quickly, shove my feet into my combat boots, grab my gun and tazer and badge and attach them to my pants, and then I put on my bullet roof FBI vest.

I go running out of the house without a jacket and get in my SUV. I turn on my sirens and gun it to the school, the sound off because if she hears it, she will be alerted an possibly explode the whole building.

When I pull up, nobody is outside. The door is locked. It's glass. I pull my gun out and shatter it with the butt. I walk in and look in classrooms. They're empty. I hear shouting of a girl yelling shut up over and over again.

"Nobody goes out that fucking door!" She yells.

The gym.

I rush down the hall and wait outside for a second, and then I walk into the gym. My weapons are hidden. Everyone looks at me. Bradley's eyes get huge with panic and he pales instantly. I see my old teachers. People looks terrified.

The girl looks at me.

"Who the fuck are you?" She snarls.

"Call me Emma." I say. Everyone looks at Bradley at the mention of my name. He is apparently the favorite teacher here and he must tell everyone that he's engaged to a girl named Emma who is in the FBI.

"How'd you get in? I locked the doors?"

"I broke the glass." I say.

She's shaking. "Get out." She points her gun at me. Bradley seriously looks ill. "We have three minutes before this place blows!" She yells.

"But I know what your doing. Your really going to let me go?" I ask.

She hesitates. "No." She says. "Why are you here? You don't work here. Where do you work?" She demands.

If I tell her I'm in the FBI, she could shoot me.

Whatever.

"I'm in the FBI." I say.