I imagine if your reading this then you went through my things again. You’ll always be so predictable, Garret. Trying to make sense of everything that happened, although I guess I don’t blame you in the slightest. Since, you found out I guess I ought to tell you exactly what happened then. So, where shall I begin?
How about the day before we met? Then maybe you’ll understand my reasons for being so intrigued by you and why I acted so rudely the day we met.
It was a brilliant Sunday afternoon when I woke up. Birds could be heard outside chirping, children playing in the park across the road, and the sun shined dimly through the cracks of the blinds on the window. I decided to just lay there with one arm behind my head, the other on my stomach. My legs wrapped up in the blanket I threw off in the middle of the night. A position I lay in a lot, as you know, and I expect it is because it helps me relax.
My phone beeped at me quietly, alerting me of a new text message. I sighed loudly breaking the comforting silence in my room, I did not want to get out of bed this day. I always wondered about that, since you know I usually prefer to not even be in bed longer than to sleep, I figure maybe it was my instinct telling me that I shouldn’t deal with the days events, but I prefer to listen to my brain. You know that. I figured after the phoned beeped again that maybe I could just ignore it. I’ll tell whoever texted me the next day that I was sick or maybe I could feign having a dead battery for once. Alas, I knew who ever had texted me would not believe me, because anyone who texted me knew I never left a text unanswered.
I reached over to the bed side table and unlocked the phone. I groaned. Rachel. Officer Rachel. Or rather Captain Rachel, it’s been some years since she was officer. I met her when she started out I think that’s why she’s so keen on having me help her when she’s in a tight spot. I read over both texts carefully.
Come to the station. -Rachel
Never one to mess around, always to the point and she knew that without anymore info than that, that surely I would come. The second text was ten minutes after.
Today, Ana. As in right now. -Rachel
Of course, she knew how to get me going. No details, just demanding that I come in. Clever Rachel, goading me in such a way. So I got up, stretched and decided that if she’s going to play that way, then I’ll play my game as well and I got in the shower. After I was dressed, I checked my phone again, seeing four more messages, I smirked. Impatient people where always the most entertaining. Three of the four were from Rachel, the other was from our dear friend Ron.
Ana. This is serious. Get here. -Rachel
I will shoot you if your not here in an hour. -Rachel
The last text of Rachel’s made me laugh. The woman will threaten me all day if she could, but she will never go through with any of them. She needed me and she knew it, she was just irritated that she couldn’t tell me what to do.
Care for a cup of tea today, love? -Ron
Certainly, Ron. Where shall we meet? -A
Where ever you’d like, darling. -Ron
Meet me at the cafe then. -A
In about twenty. -A
Of course, dear. See you soon. -Ron
I sighed. Ron knew how much it bugged me that he called me every pet name he knew. I was never sure what to think when Ron asked me to meet him, it was always something eccentric. Of course you know exactly why he wanted to me. He was going to tell me about you.
I made my way to the station, walking in nonchalantly. I heard some tell Rachel I was here, then I casually walked into her office.
“Your fucking late.” She growled.
“Actually, I arrived as soon as I was able. You know I have a very busy schedule to keep, your lucky I could fit you in at all today.” I replied. I smirked as she growled again. She smacked her hand onto her desk.
” ‘Fit me in’ ‘Fit ME in’! You’ve got be joking. There’s a girl missing and you ‘Fit me in’. Your a bitch, Ana and I wish I didn’t need your help on this fucking case!” She yelled.
“You didn’t inform me of the details of the case or else I would have made arrangements with my other appointments.”
“You were probably just sitting on your ass again! Don’t try that shit with me Ana, I see right through you and you know it!” She was especially irritable today.
“Very well then,” I said “tell me what’s going on?”
“It’s a kidnapping, there was a ransom note. It’s the govenor’s daughter.” She handed me a file. I opened it and looked over it carefully.
“He’s asked for you personally, Ana. He wants his daughter found before the press gets wind of this.” She ran her hands through her long brown hair.
“That’s never been a reason for you to call me before, at least not to make me come down here anyway. Usually you just tell me to show up at a convient time and pretend like I helped. What’s going on?”
“Something doesn’t add up. I can feel it and you know I take it very seriously when I feel like somethings not right. So can you please, just this once, not be a pain in my ass and just take the case?” She explained.
“All right, all right. I see what I can find out. Have her father send something of her’s to my place, oh and the file and anything else that you deem necessary.” I closed the file, stood up and handed it back to her, then started to leave.
“That’s it? No complaining, no irritating statements. Just send the shit to your house and you’ll do it. What’s the catch?”
“No catch, Rachel. I’m just feeling rather, nice, today.” She laughed sarcastically.
“The last time you were ‘nice’ we ended up in Germany and I had a bomb strapped to my chest. So excuse me if I don’t feel very safe when your ‘nice’. Now just get out and get on it.”
“Yeah, yeah” I waved my hand dismissively at her as I walked out of her office.
She knew something was off about this case, and she knew that I trusted her instinct. I looked at my phone and seen that it was time for me to meet Ron down at the cafe. Luckily the cafe was only a few blocks from the station. I could walk from here, it would only take like about ten minutes to get there. Maybe Ron would leave. He hates it when I’m late. As I stepped into the cafe I look around and seen I had no such luck. Ron was sitting towards the back of the cafe sipping on a cup of tea, I assumed. I walked up to him and sat in the chair opposite.
“Ah, Ana, Sweetheart. So glad you could join me.” He smiled politely. I grinned, knowing he was cross with me.
“Well Ron, I am so glad you text me today. Have you ordered my tea for me?”
“Of course, love. Three sugars and a spot of cream. It will arrive shortly I’m sure.”
“Good, good. So what’s the reason for today’s meeting, Ron?”
“Oh it’s business, darling. You know me. Always business.”
“Yes, well what business do you need me for? Surely not something that can’t be handled by the police?”
“Oh well, it’s nothing close to being bad, darling. I remember last week you said your house was to quiet.”
“Yes, I should get a pet or something.”
“Ah, non-sense. You don’t have the time to take care of a pet”
“I know, that’s why I still don’t have one.” He laughed as if I was telling a joke.
“That’s why you should get a roommate.” I stared at him questionably. As the waitress came over and set my cup of tea down, he smirked. Not something I have seen him do often, but I know that when he does, nothing ever good can come of it. Well that’s what I thought at the time anyway.
“A roommate?” I asked quietly, then took a sip of my tea.
“Oh of course. I know someone who needs a place to stay. He’s very self-sufficient and he has a job, he just can’t find anywhere to live for some reason. He’s willing to pay y-“
“I don’t need money, you know that” I said cutting him off.
“Oh yes, I know, but I got you thinking about it now anyway. All I need to do is spout some innocent things to you and you want to help. Your predictable, Ana. You try so hard to seem disconnected.” I scowled at him and grabbed his hand.
What I saw was you. Short, dark blonde hair, slightly longer at the top almost like a military cut, and unkempt. Tall, probably six foot, slightly bulky shoulders, slender and a well taken care of body. Wearing, a black t-shirt with a grey jacket over, buttoned half-way up. Straight-legged blue jeans and a pair of grey converse. You were just standing there head turned to the side, then you looked towards me as if someone called your name. You raised your hand to wave and smiled, with brilliantly white straight teeth. It was the kind of smile you fall in love with. You walked toward me and I could finally seen you bright green eyes, shining with happiness.
As I came out of the vision shell shocked. My hand was shaking and I ripped it back from Ron’s. He smiled slightly, knowingly.
“Did you see him?” I nodded not trusting my voice. “He’s such a smart man, and very handsome too. He’s struggling a bit with some problems. Problems that I can guarantee that you have gone through.” He said slyly.
“He’s like me?”
“Oh yes, he has a Gift. It seems as though touching a person is usually involved in Gifts, well most of them, kind of like yours. Touching the person or something of the person and getting an image of what they are really thinking about. Brilliant, Ana. Truly brilliant.”
“Well I learned to control it, I only get a vision when I intend too.”
“I know Ana, love. You have worked so hard, to get this far. To be included in the life around you again. Not many of the Gifted can say that. Which is why I want him to move in with you. Teach him, Ana.”
“I’m not a teacher, Ron. I’m a solitary Gifted, just like the rest of us. We do not mingle and co-exist well. I am an exception only because I help the police. What if They find out that he’s developing. Everything I’ve worked for. Gone.”
“Don’t think of it that way. Help him and you can change the world, Ana. You know it. I know it. He knows it.”
“I told him my dream, Ana. The one you so blatantly refuse to accept. You change the world, and it’s because of him.”
“Your a fool, Ron.” I turn away from him, sipping my tea slowly.
I don’t want him to be right. I will admit to you that I was scared. Scared because when I saw you in the vision I knew that he was right. You would save me, and in turn I would change the world. I was scared of you, of what we would face. I was scared to get attached to you and I would be hurt. So in that moment, I switched off my emotions. Just a single little lever and I was a different person.
“Fine, he can stay with me. Show him to my house at noon and I will see if it is adequate enough for him to stay.” Ron look at me sadly, he knew my tone of voice when I turned off my emotions.
“Ana, don’t do this again.” I started to get up, put a couple of ones on the table to pay for my tea.
“Have a good day, Ron.” He sighed loudly as I walked away.
“Ana,” he said before I could get to far, I waited. “Please reconsider what you’ve just done. Don’t hide behind the mask of ‘Ana Togella, woman who doesn’t care’ again.” I turned to look at him. He his eyes searching mine for the answer he wanted.
“I’m not sure there has ever been a difference, Ron.”
“But we need you.”
“I’m not a hero, Ron. No one needs me.” And I turned and walked away leaving Ron to stare at me in disbelief.