Little Lost Angel

Little Lost Angel

Chapter One:

Kris Munroe woke with a scream, the bed sheets bathed in sweat. She stumbled to the bathroom and splashed cold water on her face. Catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror, she saw herself looking all drawn and pale. This was not good.

Still unsettled and trembling, she walked back to her bed and checked the clock. 4 o'clock a.m. She walked into the kitchen and got a glass of orange juice.

She sat down to try to control the beating of her heart. This had been a nightly occurrence since being released from prison after finishing her undercover work. No matter how hard she tried she couldn't get that last chase out of her mind, nor any of the other experiences.

She wanted this to stop. So far, she'd been able to keep the nightmares from interfering with her job. Thankfully, they had just had routine cases lately, so Bosley and the girls didn't know about her nightly show. She wanted to keep it that way. The last thing she wanted was for any of them to think she couldn't hack it as a detective. Danger was part of the job. She wouldn't give in to fear.

Kris gulped down the last of her juice. She felt steady now, so she went back to bed. She would lay there until it was time to go to work.

"Good morning!" she greeted her coworkers. Today was paperwork day, thankfully. Nothing too strenuous. She got down to it.

"Are you alright, Kris?" Kelly asked with concern.

"I'm fine. Why?"

"You don't look very well. You look kind of pale and tired. Maybe you're getting sick."

Bosley chimed in, "Yea, you don't look good at all. Maybe you should go home."

"Bos, I'm surprised at you! You always say time is money." Kris tried to laugh it off. "I'm fine. Too many late nights is all."

"Oh, anyone we know?" Tiffany asked.

"No. Just enjoying being young and free in California. I'm really okay."

"All the same, I think you should go home and rest. We can handle things here. Right girls?" Bosley looked at Kelly and Tiffany who both nodded. "Now, do I have to call Charlie and make it an order?"

"Okay, okay. I'm going. I'll see you all later." she exited.

On the drive back home, Kris berated herself for not making sure she was more pulled together before she left her house. That Bosley and the girls even suspected something was wrong was unforgivable.

'I am tough enough to be a detective and I can prove it!'

She pulled into her driveway and decided to spend the day on the beach relaxing. Maybe that would help. So, she changed and brought her book and lounge chair outside. It was a beautiful day. The sun was warm, and the book was good. Kris was able to relax. The sleep deprivation of the recent days caught up to her and she fell asleep. It wasn't long before the nightmares came. At least this time she was able to awake without screaming. But they weren't going away. What in the world was she going to do?