AWKWARD MOMENTS

(DAWSON)

Her words kind of calmed me down, not like I didn’t want her to help, but she can’t just go off, working on my sister’s case without me knowing. Guess I was wrong after all, Jane was the type who loved her job so much, and that would be a very big pain in the ass. Nevertheless, I was glad she found something, although; I didn’t show my happiness in my expression. I still put up a surprise face, which was probably telling her why she should not be here without my permission.

What kind of detective who got hired at night, starts the job immediately that same night; it was kind of weird or rather impressive.

I shoved my hand through my hair, working with a partner sickens me; especially when it was a woman.

“What’d you get?” I asked, staring at her, she still had that confused stare; something that read ‘I was just doing my job’.

“I think you’d want to see this one yourself,” She responded almost immediately and the confused stare vanished from her face, it was as if I’d just given her permission to become normal. Oh boy, this would be really awkward, I thought.

I started towards the entrance of the hospital and she followed behind me, which immediately reminded me of Samantha, and it brought a sudden ache to my chest. How the fuck would I have to live with this?

“I’m sorry for your loss Mr. Dawson-“

“Oh please cut it out Saman- shit! Just cut it out whatever your name is,” I interrupted her with glaring eyes, before pushing the big hospital glass door open. She stopped in shock at my reaction, didn’t want to behave that way but I was sick and tired of hearing those words. As much as I didn’t want to act rude to her, I never will get along with a female partner, there was a reason I never had one. Samantha was different.

Walking down the hallway of the hospital, I could hear her footsteps behind me. It somewhat relieved me that I hadn’t completely scolded her away. How I wish Donald would just allow me to work this case alone, it’d have been a lot better.

I pushed open the hospital mortuary door and walked in, followed by the sound of the footsteps that had been following me all along.

“She’s on the first table, luckily she hasn’t been prepared just yet,”

I heard Jane’s voice all over the room, her telling me what to do; it was making my chest twitch. I was more like the senior detective here, but unfortunately; she got here first. So she was just probably helping out so I won’t have to waste my time searching through dead bodies.

I uncovered the white cloth used in covering her up to her waist, my chest tightened and I could feel that it showed in my expression; staring at my dead sister’s body wasn’t very easy.

“You know, where I come from; one isn’t allowed to work on a sibling or relative’s case,” Jane muttered, staring at me with those pitiful eyes I resent so much.

“This is Los Angeles Johnson, and I’m not just any detective,” I countered, shifting my gaze back to the lifeless body of Samantha Wills.

“Are you sure you’re gonna be okay? You really don’t need to act all tough,” she wasn’t giving up and I wasn’t ready to explode in her face in anger, so I changed the subject immediately.

“What was it you found Johns-“

“Please call me Jane, or rather detective Jane,” She chipped in, cutting me short and walking closely to Samantha’s body opposite me. She had this hilarious small smile of victory hovering all over her face. If only she knew I was holding back the volcano’s eruption inside of me.

I stared at her without uttering a word and any reasonable expression, but it was a fierce stare and it did help remove that smile on her face and helped her focus more on the dead body.  

“Take a look at her neck and wrist, there are red marks; which indicated that there was a struggle before she was shot, Samantha fought for her life.”

“These marks, are there any prints tied to it, or DNA that isn’t Samantha’s.” I replied, ignoring the closing remark of Samantha fighting for her life; even though I didn’t want to think about it. I really had no other options, as far as I am working this case; I’d have to imagine everything.

“Prints? None, which means that the killer was wearing a plastic glove or something; he must have tried to pin her down, but she wasn’t really complying and he shot her instead. DNA? The forensics team is working on that.”

I assimilated everything Jane was explaining, it was hard but I had to; hearing her analyzing Samantha’s death was kind of heartbreaking for me, but I had to hear it, if I really wanted to get the killer. From the information I had gotten from Jane, it means that Samantha and the Killer had a fight near the scene and when killer tried to escape; she wanted to pursue him but he shot her four times; how horrific could that be.

“Give me an update once the DNA checking is out, and thank you for your time, detective Jane.” I said, and started walking towards the exit, she was doing great work and surprisingly reducing the stress I had to go through, but it still feels awkward having her around.

“Where are you going?”

“Go home Jane, that’s enough detective work for today,” I called out and slammed the door behind me. Jane was everything a man would desire in a woman, tall; well endowed, beautiful and most of all, she was blonde haired. How I wish she wasn’t my partner, now it’d be really stupid to think of having anything to do with her now.

I shrugged off the lustful thoughts off my mind, jeez!! How can I having such thoughts, I need to find my sister’s killer, for God’s sake. Why did Donald bring in a blonde as my partner….