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In Unguarded Moments

Linkin Park

One Step Closer

I cannot take this anymore I'm saying everything I've said before All these words they make no sense I find bliss in ignorance Less I hear the less you'll say But you'll find that out anyway

Just like before...

Everything you say to me Takes me one step closer to the edge And I'm about to break I need a little room to breathe Cause I'm one step closer to the edge And I'm about to break

I find the answers aren't so clear Wish I could find a way to disappear All these thoughts they make no sense I find bliss in ignorance Nothing seems to go away Over and over again

Just like before...

One careless moment. He had just finished making his call. It was only suppose to be a simple thought, nothing put into action.

"Where was the body found?"

"He's not dead detective Pezzini. Not yet at least. He was found right over there, no id, only thing on him was his cell phone, and..." The voice faltered slightly then cleared itself with a cough, "A katanna..." A young police officer scratched the back of his neck as he glanced over towards his training partner. It was his first week on the job, and here he was, standing outside the back of a moderately maintained apartment complex and pointing out the scene of the most bizarre thing he'd seen yet.

Pez straightened up once she'd gotten a good look at where the rookie had pointed, so it had been Nottingham. She ran a slightly shaky hand over the back of her neck, forcing herself to take a deep breath as she processed what was going on. That meant it had happened right after he called her.

"Is there any reason why your number came up as the last one dialed?" Softly the young man spoke, clearing his throat a bit, it was evident that Sara Pezzini was involved with the man, at least enough to be worried about what had happened there. A week on the job and he already knew the looks on the faces of victims and their families. You didn't have to be a homicide cop to get those looks on the job. The ones of shock and disbelief as a person tired to realize that what had just been said to them was true.

Blue green eyes flashed in the streets lights as Sara looked to the other cop, trying too late to cover up the puzzled look on her face and she shrugged, "I... I knew him, know him. I know him, he had just called me..." Unconsciously her hand rubbed over the red stone on her bracelet while she spoke, a habit she'd picked up after months of having it on her wrist. And as always, her breath caught in her throat as she looked up at the balcony he had fallen from, looked on the scene that something terrible had happened on. The stone glowed, swirled; the familiar whisper of unknown voices that she knew so well and Pez shut her eyes, letting the Blade sing to her what had happened.

She could see him standing in the shadows on the balcony, so, so. Sad. His eyes were shut tight, he still had his cell phone to his ear, his jaw worked back and fourth then a forced smile as he bid Sara a goodnight and slowly brought the phone down and closed it. He walked to the railing, placing his hands on it and looked down, sighing heavily. Where had she seen him look like that before? He took a step back and lighted the rail with grace and ease, walking along the top of it, looking down to the street below seeming to weigh something in his mind. He leaned forward, spreading his arms slightly out and behind him and continued to stare down below him. Then something caught his attention he tuned his head. Then he was falling.

"Hey Pez? Sara? You ok?" Jake McCarty frowned and placed a hand on her shoulder, watching as she seemed to space off. When he got no response from his training partner he shook her slightly. It always freaked him when she did stuff like that, and it seemed she'd been doing it from the first day they'd been partnered…

Sara jerked softly, her mouth hanging open as she seemed to come back to reality. Her eyes blinked as Sara nodded at him, trying to act as if nothing had happened and even ran her fingers though her hair with a forced smile, "Yeah Jake, I'm fine..." With one last glance to the balcony she turned to the officer that had been speaking to her, her voice once again the controlled business tone of a seasoned homicide detective, "Why was homicide called in? He wasn't killed, and by all accounts, it looks like it was an attempted suicide..."

"Well, for starters, you were the last person called, and we think it may have been an attempted homicide. See what we think caused him to fall was the fact that he was shot at. The man's got a bullet wound in his upper shoulder. From what we can tell, it entered from the back and tore its way out the front of his shoulder. The shock of it is what probably caused him to fall..." The young man cleared his throat, feeling his face flush softly as he looked to his senior partner, silently making sure he'd said everything alright and a little nervous with the fact that Howlet was leaving it up to him to speak.

"Yeah, but you got a witness that says she saw him walking along the rail and then lean over the edge..." Jake arched his brows; he glanced to Sara with a smirk whispering rather loudly as he shrugged, "Besides, I wouldn't put it past him to be suicidal..."

"Jake!?" Sara hissed his name at him, elbowing him hard in the ribs as soon as she caught the off color comment he'd made and with a pardoning sigh she looked to the other senior officer on the scene, her eyes saying everything that needed to be said about training young pups that were still wet behind the ears.

"Oww! What was that for?" Jake grabbed his side, gaping at Pez when she elbowed him and he flushed hotly, realizing he'd just been put in his place in front of two other male officers. He still didn't understand why Sara always seemed to be standing up for that maniac… It wasn't like she even liked the guy.

"Sara, let me be honest with you, the major reason I called you in was because I know how good you are. I want your insight..." The young officer smiled weakly at her, blushing softly as he chuckled and tried to get to get the attention away from the other rookie. Howlet had told him that if Pezzini was involved it was sure to be a weird case, but that she was best to have.

"I'm flattered..." Pez glanced at Jake arching her brows then looked to the officer with a smile. She wasn't used to getting compliments, most of the other police officers usually made mention of the kinds of cases she had to work and went out of their way to shove the weird ones at her, "I'll help out in anyway I can, you just give me a call, here…" Dipping her head down she pulled out a card from her jacket and handed it to the young cop, then she turned to go, motioning with her head to Jake and making sure to shot him a nasty look. She was still mad at him for the comment he'd made, "Come on, let's get out of here..."

"Pezzini... Umm, you're going to have to be questioned, you were the last person he contacted. I'm sorry..." The rookie shrugged, smiling sheepishly at her as he spoke up to catch her attention while she started to walk away and he smiled softly, hearing the deep rumble of his training partner as he chuckled at him. Howlet always gave him a hard time, especially about women…

"Not a problem just let me know when..." With a friendly smile Sara nodded to the young cop, then glanced back towards her partner. "Come on Jake, let's go..."

McCarty smiled and waved at the other officers, dipping his head to the other senior as he turned, then jogged to catch up with Sara and climbed into the passenger side of the department issue sedan. Shaking his head he glanced back towards the apartment building and buckled up. "Wow, someone tried to kill Nottingham? I thought he was, like invincible or somethin'."

Sara sat behind the wheel, frowning softly, and reluctantly she too looked back towards the spot they'd just come from "...Yeah..."

"I mean, the guy works for Irons, he's the best of the best isn't he? Secret military training, all Kung foo, dressed in black no-one-can-touch-me Nottingham? Shot down? With a single bullet?" Jake shook his head, "Something just doesn't sound right about that..."

Pez started up the car, the frown on her face deepening, "No, no it doesn't..."