Her Savior

"Detective Taylor, meet me in my office." His captain called in his golden boy, his best crime-solving detective Ian Taylor to his office. Ian walked with his cup of coffee in one hand and his stacks of unsolved cases in the other. "How's your workload?" "I'm done with one case got two more ongoing, one of the family is hiding something while the other seems to have overlapping alibis. Do you want me to focus on a case?"His captain would do this sometimes. He would need Ian's full attention on a certain case if the heat of the media was too close to their tail. "No, just handle it as is. The mayor wanted me to add more female detectives for our public appearance. I'm thinking we get Garcia on board. What do you think?" What the captain didn't know was that he had been casually sleeping with the female officer. In fact, he had a hot date with her th

It was day three and she had been staying in the dingiest cheapest room available within the city. She was burning her money fast. It was lunch time when she started counting her money. She had been walking around the city trying to find a job but couldn't find any, and soon it would be dark. She didn't factor in the exact emergency situation, it would be easier for her to get a job in a smaller city where more people would still help a stranger in need. In bigger city no one was willing to hire a homeless person, when so many other qualified person were still in need of a job. She even went to a small diner, where the owner said that they couldn't afford a new waiter with the current economy."And how can you even work with that cast on your arm girl?" the last owner of an old antique shop asked her, to which she just shrugged. Perfectly knowing that it would be impossible for her to find a job. And even mo

He was not letting her out of his house, while she kept on insisting that he should. "Sit, dinner will be served in a moment. Look...Jane, just stay for the night. I have a spare room, you can have a nice peaceful rest before you go out on the streets again tomorrow." He wasn't finish with her issue, he always likes puzzles and she was proven to be a difficult one to solve. "So you're what, making me your good deed of the year?" she asked but sit down, then thanked him when he pulled out the chair for her.He made a mental note that her table manner was as good as expected, confirming his suspicion."Yeah, so Santa can get me what I truly want in life." "And that is?" she asked with her hands pointing to her surrounding, clearly mocking him."Wishes are not meant to be shared, or did you not know this? It wouldn't come true."

His insides burned with the deepest darkest hatred for her abuser. His knuckles were white from holding down his anger when he saw her legs were full of bruises. Big and small, black, blue, even greenish-purple. They were all, showing off the continuous beatings which she received. He perfectly knew the victims who get this kind of beatings, will end up dead sooner or later. Taking a deep breath, he looked at her as she was looking back at him. "I'll heal, you don't have to give me the pity look." Her face was stoic as if she was used to people giving her the looks. That was when he gathered, that she has had hospital visits before. Meaning that she was once in a much worst condition, and that information made him took another deep breath."Have you documented this?" "The hospital did, but I'm done with him." She shrugged trying to appear non affected by his question, but he had familiarize

She spent her morning by sleeping some more in the guest bedroom, then screamed and almost slapped the maid. Thankfully she couldn't raise her arm high enough, because of her cast."I'm sorry...I...I thought you're..." she managed to stop her words before she revealed herself to the older woman. "No...it's my fault. I'm Rose, the maid. Mr. Taylor had asked me to make sure that you have your lunch and take your pain medication.""Rose, nice to meet you I'm... Jane. I'll...be up...omphh...damn it..." she was struggling to get herself out of the bed until Rose helped her up."Thank you...""You're welcome, Miss Jane.""Oh Rose, please just Jane. I don't care much for titles." She smiled at her, knowing that she had a wanted title in front of her real name. Rose smiled at her and accompanied her to the dining area where she had arranged h