heat wave (andre)

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Grace closed her locker. It was five o'clock and she was ready to go home. "Had a good day, sexy legs?" Grace rolled her eyes. As she started to walk out, she realized she had two sets of handcuffs. "Shit," she muttered and crossed over to the male locker rooms. "Drummond?" she asked. When she saw what was going on, she stopped in her tracks. A tall, lanky dark-haired man had the man she worked with today pinned to the wall and blood was streaming down his face.

Grace cupped her hands over her mouth as she watched him saw Frank's head open. Her eyes widened. Frank was dead. How could he not be? As Zeus took a step back and turned around, Grace turned and ran out, but not before he saw her. Grace dropped her badge on her way out, but didn't notice. She had to get out of there, before she was killed herself.

She knew exactly where Detective Simpson would be right now. Most girls would want to run to their daddies. This teenager wanted to be in the arms of her mentor. Grace ran into the precinct and up to the floor where Andre's office was. She bypassed the man answering the phone, who stood up. "whoa. Can I help you?"

"I need Andre" she said shakily, but the man stepped in front of her.

"Miss, sit down."

"NO! I don't need to sit down! I need Andre!"

"Miss, I need you to sit-" he put his hands on her shoulders, which induced a scream.

"Let go!" Grace was no policeman right now. She was a scared nineteen year old girl. With a scream, she kicked his shin and flipped him onto his back, pulling her gun out on him. "Stay down! I need to talk to Andre!"

[Andre Simpson]

"Oh, you're the lawyer? Well, you can tell your son of a—" Andre stopped when he heard noise just outside of his office, and for the better too, given the choice words he had to say to the legal counsel. "You know what, nevermind." And with that, he hung up the phone and stood. Trying not to think about his previous conversation, the detective slipped out of his office only to see Grace with her gun drawn. Was she insane?! "Grace! Stand down now!" He had no idea what was going on with her, but he couldn't have anyone rushing in, flipping someone to the ground and aiming a gun. She was just asking for someone to take her badge and arrest her. It was a terrible move and he figured something had to happen to cause it. Andre wasn't stupid, he could read people easily. He didn't even bother pulling his own gun, because he knew it wouldn't come to that. She wanted to talk to him, and she could. But, that wasn't the way to do it.

He didn't think he was a hard man to get a hold of. And surely she didn't have to wait too long to see him. He was right in his office and someone would have told him. Any rational thinking person would know it, but she didn't look rational. She appeared to be out of her mind. "I need you to calm down and put the gun away. You don't want to face these kinds of consequences." He warned her gently, speaking to her with real, true concern.

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As soon as Grace heard Andre's voice, she started sobbing. She shook her head, listening to him before speaking. "I-I-I can't I can't calm down. H-h-he's dead." Her small frame trembled in fear when she said that. Her hands couldn't even hold her gun anymore, and she dropped it to the floor. She looked up at Andre, stepping closer to him. She wasn't crazy, no. She was just really scared.

"R-right i-in the the lo-locker room." Grace had never stuttered so much in her life. But she had witnessed a murder. It wasn't something she could just walk away from. "h-he might be coming after me. I don't know I-I walked in on it and I ran. I should have arrested him but I couldn't I just ran" she was talking a hundred miles an hour. Her head was spinning and for all she knew, the guy saw her and was on his way to kill her. What psycho would murder a cop in the police department?