Michelle the Roving Reporter meets Frank at the Crime Scene
August 18. 2012, Saturday Afternoon at 3:43pm
It was another hot August day.
It was a bloody scene, and Michelle Anderson was still writing for the bloody Herald, part time for the Hub.
Michelle got the text at 3:00pm to go to 327 12th Street.
It was another old worn out apartment building on the side of town. You do not want to walk at night and even in the day was questionable, alone or not.
Michelle wondered if she was going to get to see Frank again, the detective from the CSI UNIT. He was kind of cute and she was kind of available. Hee Hee.
Michelle had just seen Frank at 233 Spring Scene, a gruesome site.
She thought she would pass out; the mother was lying on the floor and rigor mortis had already set in and what was worse the children were sitting around her, waiting. She couldn’t figure out what they were waiting for and she didn’t think they knew either.
After putting on paper shoes and gloves, she was walking into the crime scene she saw Frank leaning over the bodies. Oh No, BODIES! And it looked gruesome.
Then, remembering the Woman Lawyer that was found tied up, nude and strangled with gashes in the side of her head. It was an image she wished she could forget and Frank was cool as a cucumber.
There he was cool cucumber Frank, oh don’t forget gorgeous…mmmmm
Frank had gotten through looking at the bodies when he saw her, and waved her over.
“Michelle, although always good to see you, I need to ask, what the hell you doing here? I told you last time not to do this, that I will give you reports to print. This kind of scenes will scar your little brain.”
“Frank, I am a big girl you know that. I want to see, it is good for my readers if I see the whole picture.”
Frank waved the policeman over, “Take her out, and I repeat do not let her back in. Bye Michelle.”
“Frank, you want to have lunch?” She yelled out to him while she was being dragged out. “Please?”
Oh shoot, she was out the door on the street. Now what should she do? She had to get the exclusive.
Refusing to budge, she realized she had gotten a text. It read, “Meet me at our local café, in 30 minutes I will give you an exclusive, just for you!”
She knew Frank would come through. Good old Frank.
Sitting there waiting for Frank, Michelle was remembering the sinking cemeteries.. Ohhh how spooky that was, something you would want to forget!
And the little Angel children, it broke her heart.
As Michelle was reliving all these images in her mind in walked Frank as handsome as always, “Frank, good to see you, thanks for meeting me.”
“Michelle, you just can't come to the crime scenes like that. That’s not protocol. You know that.” He was trying to look stern but she knew he had a soft spot for her. She grinned.
“I have to get the story I have told you Frank.”
“Michelle, I am just looking out for you, these scenes would damage even the best of people. After you see so many you feel yourself becoming a hard person, and you know I don’t want that for you. You are our favorite reporter you know!”
“Ohhhh Frank, My friend, I thank you. But I do need an exclusive… Please help me!”
Giving in to her persistent whining he looked at her and started talking.
“There were three bodies. Someone had come in with an ax it looks like and it’s very bloody. Half the faces were gone and there are no hands. I do not know if we will get ID’s or not. That’s all I can tell you. Now go home and write, let me get my police work done.”
He got up to leave when her hand shot out. “Frank, dear dad, thanks, you are the best. I will tell mom you won’t be home for a while. She will be mad, but you know she will get over it. Love you dad.”
Frank, kissed his crazy daughter on the head and left. It was so good to have a dad on the inside, she got away with murder!
Maybe to be continued?
(What do you think should Michelle keep getting into trouble? I need your feedback. Maybe she will meet another hubber!)
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