EIZA MERCER:
Twenty-three. That was the age she was sent back to as she took in the male before her. Twenty-three, at a town bonfire. Sâmores being the subject that would spark up a high so strong that it nearly killed her. She had fallen so head over heels in love with the male before her, that when all the signs pointed to let go, she simply refused to do so. Despite the fact that he was clearly in love with his best friend. She couldnât say those were fond memories. At first, she wasnât so sure he recognized her, and for a second, she thought she could work with that. That was until he actually looked at her, and her name slipping from his mouth froze every fiber in her being. Eyes glued the paperwork he had handed her to fill out, at that point, despite looking at the words printed on the sheet, she wasnât taking any of it in. Instead, she found herself inhaling sharply as if to gather composure to get through this little run in as unaffected as possible. âWhat hoops would I have to jump through to get a judge to sign off on a longer one?â She asked, not at all interested in having to keep returning to the police station. Glancing back down at the paperwork, Eiza had thought for split second to suggest that sheâd come back another time, when someone else was capable of helping her. Only for a second. She wanted this done with, and sitting with her ex to do it â well, that honestly sounded like hell. But sheâd have to manage, âIâll fill out it all out, and answer whatever questions you may have.â She assured, âThe sooner we get this done, the better.â Why did she feel like she was gonna need a bottle of something heavy by the time this was all said and done with?
He had never expected to see Eiza again. Had he dreamt about this every now and then? Yes. Had he thought about it? Every now and then. Now here she was in front of him and for once he did not have some sarcastic comment to offer up, instead, his throat felt dry. He found himself thankful that his sister was not around because this interaction would be going a different way. âYouâre going to have to prove there is imminent danger and have actual proof of this. Phone calls, texts, any old police reports --â Was she in danger? Now why did he feel like he should ask? Charles had no justification for feeling the emotions that managed to stir in his stomach right about now. This was not his place nor did he have any right to do anything. Though he wanted to react he knew he couldnât, Charles was already on a thin line being a single father the last thing he needed to do was remind his superior how reckless he could get when he really did care about something or someone. âYou can finish it at my desk. I have to finish somethings so why donât you just come?â He had to do the entire appeal process about getting him out of this desk duty and put him back where he belonged. Opening the gate he waited for her to accept and follow before leading her past numerous tables and desks until they got to his office. Pushing the glass door he let her come into the homicide unit, the chief had been kind enough not to get him out of his office. He sat down and kicked the chair underneath him as to signal that was where she was to sit. âJust let me know when youâre done,â he commented as he laid a pen on her docs and proceeded to start to finish typing the email he had been on before he took this process.
