The alarm went off and I dragged my feet to get ready for work. It has been three years since the rescue and I am no closer to finding her. In all my nightmares I would be in the worst situation and suddenly she would show up out of nowhere. She would hold me and all the darkness would dissipate into the void. The surrounding changes to something of peace and tranquility. I want to hold her for the rest of my life. I would give up everything I have to have her. She was my sanity and my deepest love. She would give me a sad smile and fade into fog. I would scream for her to come back. She takes the light and life each time she disappears. I reach out but every time my hands are tied up or I am being taken away in another direction. My parents and ex-wife were pleased that I returned. But I had returned a completely different man. The entire time I was locked up I wished I was with them but now I would rather go back there if it means I would get her back. I had gone through grief counseling and lord knows what. Finally I was able to get this job. I can't be late or I will be collecting unemployment checks for the rest of the year.
Today a young code breaker was found dead in a park. He was bound, gag, and beaten to an inch of his life. I looked at him and my mind flashed back to the day my captures had me chained to a wall and brutally me. It took me a moment before I managed to collect myself. I spend the rest of the day on autopilot when I was told I should take the day off. I was sent back to see Dr. Jessop. She walked in stealthily like a vampire out hunting. If it weren't for lightning-fast reflexes I would be giving her a nose job. She gave me an apologetic look and explained her son was here. She was playing hide and seek. I watched as the seven-month kid slowly walked. It warmed my heart that such angels exist. This proves there is such thing as a God. I hugged the little guy and sat down to read the newspaper. I saw a fashion magazine and slowly tore a few pages in the hopes of Frankensteining a picture of her that was burning in my mind.
After an hour dodging her questions I was allowed to go home but not to work. I huffed as my boss told me to take the rest of the week off till I come clean. I asked her to fix me an appointment for the next day. She happily obliged my charming smile. She is so cooperative with me. There are days I wish I could marry her but my heart has already decided to hand itself to HER. It refuses to see reason. The mental image has been burned into my soul. No matter who I date I end up breaking up with them because my heart yearns for the one person it will never have.
I got home and began ripping the picture into grotesque shapes. I tried to rearrange them to fit her but they seem to do her injustice. I screamed a few profanities and Jim gave me a dirty look as he put dinner on the table. His son was doing his homework but looked up when I cursed. He shook his head and I convinced the kid not to repeat those words.
The next morning I reached the quack and I managed to convince her to let me go to work. With my gun and badge back where they rightfully belong I left to catch up with them. They were there talking about arresting a senator. They were certain that the evidence proved he had a hand. We followed him for the rest and studied him. Finally around dinner time we decided to talk to him. We showed them our badges and they let us in.
My left hand was behind me just an inch away from the handcuff. The door opened and I wished I had combed my hair and wore a different set of clothes. I wish I had a bouquet of roses and a box of chocolates. I wished I was here to go on a date not to arrest someone. The woman of my dreams walked out to greet us. Of all people on planet Earth she was the one open the door and knocked the air out of my lungs. My reaction was enough to let the others know she was someone important to me. She tilted her head sweetly and nod her head to let us in. She walked us to the senator's office where the man stood serenely talking on the phone. She waved us in and walked out. Instincts took over and I followed her instead. I was sure if I blinked she would go puff. An older man in a security uniform got in front of me. I watched her walk upstairs. I pleaded with the man to let me go. He refused to let me. I was about to punch him when Mitch and Mercer stopped me. They apologized and dragged me back to the study.