The walk to work is excruciating. While my wounds are fully healed, I had not taken into consideration the pain that would follow. Normally I would be passed out for a good twenty four hours, and wake up having to deal with the trauma. It wasn't fun to relive your most painful moments. I would have to go through the memories for the next two days at least.
Right now, though, the pain, tiredness and memories are only a small part of my problems. I needed to get transferred. Lucky for me, I always planned for things like this. There is a CSI job opening in Rochester, which means I could stay in New York, but also be in a new big city where no one recognized me. The only problem was it would take at least a week for the transfer to go through if I am lucky. I don't feel like it is going to work out, and that worries me.
I exhale softly before opening the door to the almost empty office. It is quiet, which is weird, especially for a Friday. I shake my head and go to my desk. I turn on my computer and send Camila an email telling her I am going to be transferring as soon as possible. I knew that she wouldn't be replying anytime soon, as I had seen her and her boyfriend leave half drunk. I get to work, looking to see if anyone reported a crime. To my fortune, there is nothing yet.
Just then, Mir and Carl came in. "Good," Carl said. "You don't have any crimes. We just got a report of a stabbing that happened late last night near your apartment. You are going to help us until the rest of the team decides to sober up." He had turned away once he figured out that I had no work, so he didn't see my eyes go wide. Oh god, I hope this has nothing to do with what happened, or I'm so screwed.
Mir sees my discomfort and, thankfully, misinterprets it. "Don't worry, I doubt they will come back once they realize that a cop lives there." She sounds enthusiastic. "It's been so long since we last worked a case together."
I smile at her. "I think they might target me if they thought I saw anything, cop or not. You know, the last time we got to work together was before they forced you to transfer over to SNI-it was a month after we started working here, if I remember correctly. It was the week right after your car accident." Mir nods solemnly. "At least now I have a perfect excuse to transfer over to Rochester. It will only be for three years but it will give me a chance to go home for a time."
"You're leaving? Why didn't you tell me, I would have tried to get transferred over too." She sounds childish, and it makes me giggle a little. She always acted younger when she was excited or upset.
"Because I wasn't sure I would ever go through with it. Plus, we both know that Carl wouldn't let you transfer if it was up to him. As your adviser, that is." She just nods as we get to the crime scene. I have to hold my breath so I don't start cursing like crazy. "I was just here the other night, I didn't notice anything out of the ordinary." They both turn to me. "I got dinner at the gas station and took a bottle of water with me. When I was done with it I threw it in the dumpster before heading back to my apartment, ripping my dress on the dumpster in the process." I give myself an excuse as to why there is a hole in my dress. I wasn't sure it would work if they saw the dress though.
"When was this and why didn't you just throw it away at home?" Carl asked.
"I was already half asleep by that time, whatever time it was. All I know is that it was after 9:15. Anyways, there is no recycling in the apartment so it would have either been thrown away last night or this morning. I slept in, so if I had done it this morning I would have been late." I walked over to the guy who had reported it. I am glad that the guy didn't seem surprised to see me. I started hoping that this case would just end up closed with little to no paperwork.
"I got blood and what looks like an old bullet," Mir said. I smack myself. I had forgotten about the kid. He must have found a way to get the bullet out of him. That means he should have healed, that is if that was the only thing stuck in him at the time. I think back to the knife. I couldn't do much about my blood, but by the time someone finds the knife, it should be too decayed for them to get any DNA.
"I will get this guy's statement and see what we can find out," I said. As there was no body, the time stamp for the attack depended on the witnesses until they did find a body. Something I doubted would happen. With me being one of the witnesses, it made it easier.
"I'm not sure what happened, I ran as soon as I realized what had happened. I only called when I knew I was far enough away and safe in my home. I got off of work around 10:30-10:45 pm." The witness explained what happened and then looked at me like he recognized me. "You look familiar, you live near here don't you?" He asks and I smile.
"Yes, I live in the apartment across the street from here. I am currently the only other witness, but I didn't see anything. Luckily we have something like a time frame. If there is anything else you remember then please come down and talk to one of the officers. I suggest you stay put for now though, my boss probably has his question." I turned to said boss. "When will you stop trying to scare me?" I raised my eyebrow as I asked.
"I am not trying to scare you, now get back to work." He moved his attention to the witness.
Intimidate me then, I look through the crime scene to see if I can figure out about my attackers. There were torn clothes, both from me and the kid. I bag all the evidence and mentally remind myself to do something about my ripped-up dress. I wish I could fix my dress the same way I can fix my wounds. It would save me a lot of trouble.
We got done within the hour. Mir had found the knife, and I found two more bullets. No wonder the kid was in so much pain when he drank my blood. The kid would most likely be out cold for about a week once all of them were removed.
When we get back to base, there is a still slightly drunk Muller waiting for us. I go to my desk to work and let the other two deal with her. I realizes as I sit down at my computer that I haven't sent the email to Camila. I roll my eyes at myself before I press enter. When I looked up, I was greeted by the sight of Muller, who looked shocked. "Why did you get to go on an SNI investigation!" She screamed.
"Almost everyone else, including you, was drunk," I snarled. "Apparently because of your suggestion. Even if you are slightly sober now, you are still late. I had no investigation, plus they were underhanded. Not that I wanted to go, though it does give me an excuse to transfer so I don't have to deal with you." I go back to my computer to check the rest of my emails, and ignore her. The rest of the day flew by without incident, other than the still ever present pain, that is. God, I really need some sleep or I am going to crash and burn.
How! How was that weak little reach alive! I had hired the best of the best to get rid of her! Regina storms out of the room and heads to her office. It's not fair! Best scores in all of college, best work ethic, always on time, pretty little Lily. Oh how I hate her! She even turned my precious Carl against me. I am not going to let her ruin my plans. I have worked too hard to get to this point for it to be ruined by a stupid human! I will find a way to make her regret staying here!