“I need protection.”
“Well, don't they all,” he said, his short laughing barking through the room. “Let's get down to business.”
Most of what Joe had said went in one ear and out the other. What she remembered, as she walked to the room she was given, was that she had a shifter assigned to her for protection. Jake? Jack? Jace!
“Here's your room,” the shifter from before said, using a key to unlock it. “Make yourself at home. Jace won't be in for a few hours, so you've got some time to burn.”
Inside of the room, Emma was surprised to find it pretty bare. She imagined these shifter bodyguards would have some personality...but the room was bland. There was a window with a dark curtain pulled over it, a small bed, and a recliner in front of an old tube TV. Emma pulled the curtain to the side, illuminating the room with thousands of tiny dust motes floating through the air. Outside, she was greeted with the perfect view of a parking lot full vehicles in varying states of disrepair.
She opened a door, pleased to find a small bathroom. She hesitantly smelled herself, realizing she was way overdue for a shower. Plus, she had a few hours to kill. She went into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. It wouldn't latch, but she'd locked the door to the room, so it hardly mattered.
She stripped down, hopping in the shower. The water pressure sucked, and she had to use man soap, but it was glorious. She wasn't sure how long she stayed in the shower, but when she eventually got out, she heard the door open to the room.
Emma froze, unsure of what to do. Could it be the man assigned to guard her? No, he was supposed to be gone for hours, and besides, she heard two men talking. She wasn't able to make out what they were saying, so she padded over to the door, still sopping wet. She pressed an ear to the door, trying to hear. One man, who sounded angry, kept rambling on, and the other man replied with short, one word answers.
She still couldn't make out much, so she leaned against the door a little bit more, but the door latch gave under her weight, sending her into the room. As the door swung open, Emma's eyes wide, taking in everything: a large man with shoulder length brown hair and a thick, dark beard. His golden eyes went almost as wide as hers, his mouth open but not saying anything. In one hand, he held a phone. So, there's only one man in the room. Better than two, flashed through her mind.
And then she hit the floor, bouncing and rolling. She let out a muffled, “Oomph!” Ending up on her back, she stared up at the man. He stood over her, his massive body blocking out the one dim light bulb in the room. Still, she noticed that even shadowed, his eyes were still piercing. She watched as his eyes slowly trailed down from her face, to her exposed breasts, then down to the place between her legs. If possible, his eyes went even wider.
She screamed. Oh, my God! He's just seen me naked! Emma rolled up, covering herself the best she could with two hands. “Don't look!”
The man tossed the phone onto the chair, turning around and grabbing the corner of one of his sheets, ripping it off of his bed in a flourish. He handed it to her, attempting to keep his eyes diverted. Face blazing red, Emma took the sheet and covered herself. It was sheer, but still gave a little bit of privacy. Not that he hasn't already seen everything he needs to see, she thought.
“What are you doing in here?' Emma asked.
“This is my room,” the man growled, but he didn't say more.
“Jace?”
The man nodded.
“They said you wouldn't be back for hours.”
A shrug. Well, I didn't want to talk to any shifters anyway, Emma thought. No one told me they would be this attractive…
“I'm going to go get dressed. Don't look,” she said, going back into the bathroom. The door wouldn't completely shut, but it would have to do. She found a towel and dried herself off before pulling on her old clothes.
She came out of the bathroom, still embarrassed, when a knock came at the door. Jace answered, ushering another man inside. This man wore nicer clothes than the others she'd seen, though he was still large and had golden eyes.
“Jace,” he said, as way of introduction, then looked at Emma. “You must be Officer Miller.”
Jace raised an eyebrow at that, but said nothing. Emma nodded at him.
“I'm Russell,” he said, extending a soft hand. He couldn't be more different than Joe, she thought. “I've got good news. Your partner's wife and kids arrived a couple of minutes ago. They're being put into protection. There's something else you should know. Your partner, Officer Franklin, is alive.”
“What?” Emma exclaimed. She'd seen him get shot. “That's impossible! They killed him!”
“One of my contacts at the hospital just called me. He's been shot four times and has lost a lot of blood. Another officer was killed. I don't know the specifics yet, but it sounds like he's going to need some protection once the rest of those corrupt cops find out he's still alive.”
“I need to go see him!”
“No,” Jace uttered, short and final.
“Yes!” Emma moved in front of him, getting in my face. “You might not know what it's like to have a partner, to rely on someone with your life on a daily basis, but that man is the only reason I'm alive! I have to see him!”
Jace stood silent for a few seconds, before nodding.
“Derrick and Judge are free,” Russell offered.
“Derrick? Clive won't be happy,” Jace said. It was the most Emma had heard him say since she'd met him.
“Joe said he's ready,” Russell said, shrugging. “I don't make the rules. If you want him to help protect Officer Franklin, then he's available. If you don't, it'll just have to be Judge.”
“He needs all of the help he can get,” Emma said, sternly.
To her surprise, Jace said, “You're right. Let's go. Thanks, Russ.”
Emma hadn't seen Tammy or the kids before they'd left. It had only taken a few minutes to find Derrick and Judge before the four of them had piled into a brown SUV. Derrick was young – dark hair a stark contrast to his golden eyes, yet still huge. Watching him walk, taking everything in, she knew he would have made a good cop. If he hadn't chose this shifter life, she ruminated.
Judge was lean, dark skinned shifter with a bald head. Still, he was huge. His eyes were cold and calculated. If any of these shifters were killers, then she sure he was guilty. Even the name scared her. Judge. She considered asking him how he got the nickname, but decided against it.
“You must forgive Jace,” Judge said, turning around from the passenger seat. “He's not much of a talker.”
“That's okay with me,” Emma said, shooting Jace a glare. “I wish he could keep his eyes to himself as well as he keeps his mouth shut.”
The men up in the front seat burst into laughter. “Got something you want to tell us, Jace?”
He spoke up. “Yeah. She's a cop. She hates shifters.”
The laughter died. She rolled her shoulders, watching Derrick's eyes narrow in the rear-view mirror. Once again, silence descended on Emma. She didn't know what to say. The last thing she wanted to do was anger three shifters in an enclosed space. She remembered what the last one had done.
“Is that true, Officer Miller. Or can I call you Emma?” Judge asked, all hints of friendship gone. His voice was icy. When she didn't answer, he repeated, “Is that true?”
“I had a bad experience a couple months back with one,” was all she said.
“So you hate all shifters, is that it?” Derrick asked.
“No, that's not it.”
“Then what is it?”
“Shifters aren't looked upon fondly in law enforcement. A lot of shifters are criminals.”
Judge let out a loud laugh. “Indeed! A lot of humans are too! Do you believe everything you're told? Do you believe everything your corrupt coworkers say?”
Emma put her head down, embarrassed. Judge was right, at least for the time being. They were risking their lives to protect her, Brock, and countless others, even if some of them were cops
. And because she'd had a bad run in with one shifter, and had heard bad things from her superiors, she'd believed they were all bad. The realization hit her like a truck full of bricks. In seconds, she was sobbing, hands in her face.
“I'm...sorry...” she managed between sobs. She felt a hand on her shoulder and turned to see Jace looking at her, concern on his face. For once, she realized she wanted him to say something. Say that everything was alright. That everyone makes mistakes.
“Don't cry,” he said, wrapping his arm around her and pulling her close. Emma nuzzled into him, tears wet on his shirt. For the first time since all of this started, she felt safe. He whispered, “It's okay.” She found that she believed him.
From the front seat, Emma heard Judge say, “Yeah, and to be fair, a lot of shifters are criminals. And we don't look to fondly on cops. But we're trying to change that.”
Before she knew it, Emma was laughing through her tears while the others chuckled at Judge's admission. The tension in the vehicle was fading, though Emma still felt uneasy. Even though she knew she was in the wrong, she couldn't shake the feeling that this situation couldn't work out. Shifters and police officers were never meant to cooperate, no matter how good of people they actually were. She knew that no matter what she said, law enforcement frowned upon the shifters, and shifters likewise avoided dealing with the police.
Slowly, she pulled away from Jace, finding she was reluctant to do so. As she did, she thought she sensed reluctance on his part, as well. Why would he be reluctant to let me go? She wondered. I'm a cop. He's a shifter. No matter what we're feeling, it can't work out.
The SUV pulled into the hospital parking lot. As Derrick parked, Judge turned around and looked at Emma. “Hey. No hard feelings. Give me a quick run through of what we're up against here.”
“I witnessed a murder a few weeks ago. Corrupt cops tried to cover it up. I exposed them and most of the cops in my precinct got involved in the cover up. Brock – Sergeant Franklin – was the only one who stood by my side. Last night, Officers Anderson and Forman attempted to set me up and kill me. Sergeant Franklin saved my life.”
“From what Russell said, one of them is dead.”
“That would be Forman. Sergeant Franklin shot him a few times.”
“Okay, that's good. We know that Anderson is invested in making sure Sergeant Franklin dies. I don't like that you're here, Emma. He's gunning for you too, but we'll keep you safe. Let's go.”
The four got out of the SUV. The weather was dark and cold. Emma shivered, walking next to Jace, behind the other two shifters.
“Stay close and we'll get through this, no matter what happens,” Jace whispered.
“That's the most I've ever heard you say,” she replied, smiling. To her surprise, Jace flashed her a quick smile before becoming all business. They walked in the front doors and Derrick and Emma headed up to the front desk, finding out where Brock was. The nurse was reluctant at first, until Emma had told her she was his partner.
“He's been asking for you,” the nurse said, instantly cheering up. “Follow me.”
Together, the five of them went down the hallway. Despite the brightness of the hospital, Emma couldn't help but feeling the weight of the building on her conscience. She'd never liked hospitals, and this visit was even worse than normal. She was constantly looking over her shoulder, looking for Anderson or any of the other officers.
“Have there been many other officers visiting?” Emma asked, as casually as she could.
“A few. One named Anderson, I think. He seemed really concerned about Mr. Franklin's health.”
Emma felt the pit of her stomach drop and she watched as the hackles on the three men rose. Tension was in the air. The danger was electric. To the nurse's credit, she didn't seem to notice. They took an elevator up two floors before she lead them to the room, knocked, and was on her way.
Inside, a female doctor was checking on Brock's vitals. She smiled when she saw Emma. “You must be Officer Miller. Emma. Besides his family, you're all he talks about. I'm Doctor Flynn.”
Emma shook her hand and watched her eyes take in each man. Her eyes found their golden eyes and she stiffened slightly. Emma was sure she would have never noticed without her police training. She must not see many shifters in here…
“How's he doing, Doc?” Judge asked.
“Well, all things considered. He took four bullets, three in his chest and one in his neck. He lost a lot of blood and he's not out of the woods yet, but he's a fighter. I'm optimistic.”
Emma watched the smile falter, concern flashing on Doctor Flynn's face for a split second. “What's wrong, Doctor Flynn?”
She hesitated, but then asked, “Can I speak to you out in the hallway, Officer Miller? It has to do with what he's said about his attacker. It's sensitive police information.”
Jace nodded at her. Emma was nervous, but she would only be out in the hallway. “Call me Emma, please.”
“Emma,” the doctor said, once they were out in the hallway. “Look, I didn't want to say this in front of the other men, but Sergeant Franklin has been saying some interesting things. About his attackers, and how Officer Anderson is not to be allowed into his room. He was here about 15 minutes ago, but left to get food. He said he would be back soon. I don't know how much longer I can keep him out of the room. What's going on?”
“It's complicated. But know that Anderson, and any other officers shouldn't be allowed to see him. He's in danger. Two of those men have been sent here to protect him. The third is to protect me.”
“So it is true,” Flynn said, thinking. “I knew he was telling the truth, but I didn't want to believe what he was saying. We'll have him moved up to a higher security unit. I'm assuming his family won't be coming to see him?”
“They're in protection, too. I'm sorry to get you involved in this,” Emma said, regretting that she was involving civilians in her problems.
“It's fine. I became a doctor to help people. I can do that in more ways than one. I will make arrangements to get him moved. There's one more thing, Emma. Anderson told me to tell him if you showed up. He's looking for you.”
“Thanks,” Emma said. Flynn left to arrange Brock's move to another unit. Emma went back inside the room, seeing the three men standing around Brock's bed.
“What's the word?” Jace asked. Emma quickly explained what was going on. Within minutes, the doctor was back with a few nurses, ready to move Brock.
As his bed was rolled away, Brock came to. His eyes fluttered open. “Emma,” he whispered, holding a hand out weakly.
“Brock,” she said, grabbing his hand tightly. “It's going to be okay. We've got protection. I will not rest until we've taken everyone down and you're safe.”
He smiled, then closed his eyes, lost to sleep again. Emma nodded at Doctor Flynn, and the bed was wheeled off. Derrick nodded at Emma and Jace, then followed the bed.
“We'll keep him safe, don't worry,” Judge said, before he too moved out of the empty room. Emma and Jace stood in silence for a few moments.
“Let's get you back to safety,” said Jace.
“No,” Emma said. “I'm tired of running.”
“Emma, please. Don't be stupid,” Jace said, grabbing her hand. She tried to pull away, but he held firm, turning her around and making her face him. “This is serious. It's dangerous. Let's go back to the HQ and let me keep you safe.”
“That's all I am to you, huh? A job? A package to keep safe?” she asked as Jace shook his head. “My job is dangerous. I'm a cop. I'm supposed to arrest the bad guys. I will not stop now just because everyone else wants me to.”
“Emma, you're more than that. You're strong. Brave. Maybe even a little stubborn. You don't have to throw it all away just to prove a point. You're more than just a job. Let me keep you safe.”
“Yeah, Emma, let him keep you safe,” a voice said from the doorway. She looked over, seeing two cops standing in the doorway. One was Anderson and the other was Martin.
“Anderson, you can stop while you're ahead. Let me take you in. We're still cops.”
“Correction, Emma,” he said, a slimy grin on his face. “I'm still a cop. You've been discharged. Guess you didn't hear, huh?”
“No,” she murmured. Things weren't supposed to go down like this.
“No,” he mimicked in a whiny voice. “Yes. You've been charged with the murder of Officer Forman and the attempted murder of Sergeant Franklin. She's reaching for her weapon, Martin.”
His hand moved to his holster. Emma had enough time to think, "He won't!" before he pulled his pistol out, aiming it right at her chest. Anderson pulled the trigger twice and she felt the bullets slamming into her. She stumbled back, struggling to breath, leaning against the window. Her chest tried to rise but it couldn't.
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