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Re: Special Agent Hammett to the Rescue
Jermaine gave me a call later to let me know that Kirk had postponed his viewing until next month. When I asked why, Jermaine replied that his guest couldn't make the first viewing.
I wanted to ask who the guest was, of course, but knew that Jermaine probably wouldn't know. So I didn't bother.
Besides, SFPD was getting busy. There was a new savage cult settling in on the city. These were true sadists. They took no mercy, no prisoners, and no choices. They killed anybody - boys, girls, women, men. Black, white, Hispanic, Asian. It didn't matter.
Every time we got leads on their whereabouts, we were unsuccessful to fully trace them.
Night after night I would get into my squad car, speed out into the city lights, and brace myself for the next round of bodies to report. This cult was a living menace.
I figured Kirk would have a rather interesting autopsy with this city epidemic.
The cult liked to torture people. Constantly we'd find bodies in ropes, hanging from the ceilings of their homes, parts of the body cut off, sometimes finding them in the oven or other select places in the home.
They sometimes left messages. One called for the "rising of the new world".
"Nutcases," said Windemere, "But I ****ing swear, we'll round up every single one of them."
I arrested a suspect one night. Witnesses had seen him in one of the victims' homes. Of course when we booked him at the station we couldn't get him to talk. But that came with his Miranda Rights . . .
Each day at the crack of dawn I would end my shift and go home to my apartment exhausted. But it still felt good to have served in the best manner of the police department.
I got myself a dog to keep me company - a two-year-old Rottweiler named Rory. I wanted a dog that was already housebroken, so I got him out of the nearest shelter. He kept me great company and I loved him to death. Now I had two things to live for.
That, and the autopsy coming up where I would finally be face to face with Kirk!
I prepared myself to tell him the truth, and swore I would do it, praying he wouldn't hate me.
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*jumps in*
reads!!
*jumps out*
*pops back in to say Thank you!!!!*
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Two nights before the day of the autopsy, I was getting in just as the new chief was about to leave the station.
"Silvana! Come in here before you start your shift," he called.
I walked into his office. "Yes, sir?"
He gestured to the chair in front of his desk. "Take a seat."
I sat down in earnest.
"I've been watching you, Silvana, and you do an excellent job out there. You've taken my commands to clean the streets very seriously. Have you considered taking the corporal's test?"
"No, sir. I haven't been here a year yet."
He leaned over the desk. "Well, I tell you what. You got a college degree, which most people here don't have. That and I haven't seen such hard work from someone on the squad in years. Maybe it's your status. You're young, single, and so your life revolves around this job. You and me are probably two of the few people in this job that don't have kids or some kind of family obligation."
"And I won't, sir."
"Well, it ain't my business what you do with your life, I just want you to keep up the good work. And I want you to take the corporal's test. It will be conducted in two months. Here is the manual, make sure you study all the questions."
"Thank you, sir." I beamed.
"Now get out there and show 'em who's boss." With that, he turned to Captain Frey and began talking to him.
His words had made my day - or my night, rather. As I got into the squad car and drove out into the city lights, I was grinning from ear to ear. Promotions so soon? It seemed to good to be true!
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On the day of the autopsy, I jumped out of bed and into my clothes. I didn't even bother drinking any coffee to wake me up - I was well alert.
Windemere had wanted to come along, but she had had to work the night before. She said that maybe she would force herself to get up after just four hours of sleep, but I told her that it wasn't wise. She said that she didn't care, she'd do it for Kirk!
But when I arrived at the morgue, she wasn't there. Neither was Kirk.
I strolled into the office and asked Jermaine where they were.
"He said he's running five minutes late," he replied.
My heart was pounding, but I forced myself to wait patiently in the lobby.
Then he walked into the door. I looked at the sparkle in his eyes and prayed that there was chemistry between us. That was until I saw her with him.
She was a pale, scrawny stick of a thing with black hair and beady, piercing eyes. She reminded me of a bird. When I stood up to greet her, I noticed that I was nearly a foot taller than her! Good gracious, could this runt be his girlfriend?
My question was answered when Kirk said, "Calista, this is my girlfriend, Lani."
I shook her tiny, pale hand and forced "How do you do" out of my mouth.
They then strolled past me into the main room. I couldn't believe this. I could feel the jealousy steam up through my throat, forming a hard lump there. I followed them through the door and took a seat in the main room where the cadavers lie.
Abby was one of the medical examiners. She was the one who took them through the show, explaining all the procedures and then conducted her autopsy on one cadaver at a time.
I slowly shot glances over at Kirk. Lani had her hand around his shoulder. I wished I could shoot lasers out of my eyes and blast the arm away!
All I could do was look her over in a manner that was unobvious. I noticed that she had tattoos all over her bony arms. I wondered whether she was anorexic. Even a runt like her should have some meat on her bones!
I compared my body to hers. Mine was athletic and muscular, but it wasn't overdone. I didn't look like I was on steroids or anything. But I looked firm and strong, which in my opinion was what was best for a girl in this world.
I feared that, if Kirk was attracted to little wimpy girls, my chances with him were forever slim to none.
Lani didn't act like a wimp though. Actually, she had a runny mouth. I expected her voice to be whiny, but it was average.
When Abby was between cadavers, putting one away, I took the initiative to interrogate her a little bit.
"So Lani - what do you do for a living?" I asked her. I knew that it might result in her asking me the same, but I knew I had to be honest with Kirk anyway, so I didn't care.
"Well, I was bartending for a while," she replied, "But mainly I'm an artist. I designed these tattoos myself and took them to the parlor to get them done."
"Really? And where did you bartend?"
"Three Palms Grill, on Pine Street."
I was astonished. After all, Windemere and I went there for a drink every now and then. But obviously she must not have worked there for a while, because we had never seen her.
"And what kind of art brings in the bucks for you?" I continued on.
"Variety," was her brief response.
I knew what was coming next, especially since I had no need to ask Kirk what he did for a living. I opened my mouth to comment that I frequently went to Three Palms Grill - but Kirk beat me to the punch.
"So what about you, Calista? How are you affiliated with the medical examiner's office?"
"Well . . ." I hesitated. This wasn't going to be as easy as I thought it was!
"I work with the San Francisco Police Department." Whew! I said it, truth was out.
Then I saw the spark of recognition in Kirk's eyes.
"Oh!" he cried. "Oh . . . I remember you . . ."
****, I thought, now he is going to hate me.
"I want to apologize right now for how rude I was to you that night," he said, to my surprise. "I couldn't stop thinking about it after I took care of the charges. I'm really sorry about the way I treated you."
"Oh, that's okay, I totally understand," I cried in relief. "Let's just forget that unpleasant scene and start afresh, shall we?"
"Yes, please," Kirk agreed.
Lani had an interesting look in her eye, the kind of look that said "Oh really?"
Her attention was disrupted by Abby having prepared another cadaver for show.
I was going blind in my envy. But I took a deep breath, counted to ten, and forced myself to realize that this was Kirk's choice. How could I possibly expect him to like me? Even if I were a tad on the vain side and believed that I was better looking than her, it was not for me to decide. So I forced myself to stop being so angry over the situation.
When the autopsies were done, I gritted my teeth and commanded myself to say, "It was very nice meeting you, Lani. Please remember that you and your boyfriend are welcome in this facility whenever you like."
"Thank you, Calista," they said together. I watched them walk away, holding hands. I couldn't even control myself as I slowly followed them, fantasizing that that was me holding his hand instead. I eventually stopped following them once they got to Divisadero.
Then I went home depressed. Petting Rory the Dog, I wished that one day we could move into 2505 Divisadero and live with Kirk happily ever after.
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I was sad thinking that I would never see Kirk Hammett again. But I was wrong about that assumption.
The cult was still victimizing random people in the city. On May 1, 1995, they resorted to terrorist tactics by setting off a bomb in a club.
I was dispatched to the scene at about eight in the evening. After the dispatch Kirk's image had been wiped clear from my mind. But then it came back into my head.
I refocused and realized that there he was, running out of that club with Lani.
I pulled up, jumped out of the car, and withdrew my weapon.
Two other people survived the bombing and they were trying to make a break for it. But a bullet set itself in one of their heads. I yelled at the other person to come over here but it was too late - he was killed too.
I turned and shot the gun right out of the attacker's hand, just like I had practiced. Then I ordered Kirk and Lani to get into the car.
The offender pulled out a knife and lunged towards us. I pulled the trigger and shot him right in the stomach. As he doubled over, I burst into the car and threw it into reverse gear, backing into the street. Then I roared out of there.
I called into dispatch that I was escorting two survivors out of the area.
"I've been shot," I heard Lani cry behind me.
I advised dispatch that the female escortee was injured. Then I threw the siren on (the lights were already flashing madly) and pounded up and down the San Francisco hills to the nearest hospital.
I noticed a vehicle tailgating me, and knew it belonged to a member of the cult. A bullet blasted through the back window.
Both Lani and Kirk cried out profanely.
I was just pulling into the emergency section of St. Andrew's Hospital when one of my tires was blasted. I swerved and ended up on the sidewalk. Then I jumped out of the car and shot right through the windshield.
Blood burst out from the attacker, and he slumped over dead.
"Let's get her in there, quick," I shouted to Kirk. We each took an arm and hoisted her up, carrying her into the emergency room.
When the staff took over, I stood there, covered in blood, watching. I was not going to leave until dispatch called me somewhere else.
"Where was she shot?" I asked Kirk.
"Near the stomach," he replied. He began to cry, and I put my arm around him for comfort. I was doing it to comfort him, I swear, but I couldn't help but feel a tinge creep up my spine after touching him.
Of course I immediately felt guilty for thinking such bad things about Lani not long ago at the autopsy site. I had insulted her in my mind. Now, I only wished her survival.
Suddenly the radio blared for me to respond to another disturbance. "Call me, please, keep me updated on her progress. I'll be praying for her," I told Kirk.
"I will," he promised, and I raced downstairs, telling dispatch about my busted tire.
Windemere was the one who picked me up. I had told her about the autopsy and Lani. But Windemere had a new boyfriend now, so she was moving over as far as Kirk was concerned!
She was still shocked about Lani getting shot at the club though.
"Damn . . . you think she's gonna make it?" she asked as we cannoned back to the station so I could switch cars.
"I don't know," I replied softly. "I guess I'll just have to wait for his call."
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He called the next evening, which I had off.
"Calista, I want to thank you for saving my life," he told me when I answered.
"Whoa, wait a minute - what about Lani's?" I exclaimed.
His voice broke. "She's gone, Calista. She's gone."
"Oh, ****," I said softly. "I am so sorry, Kirk. I was praying all day today . . ."
"Of course it hurts, but I am just so grateful that you did what you did. You are so good at what you do, you know that? I don't think I've ever seen courage like that in my life. Thank you so much."
My heart surged from the compliments. I told him that protecting the community was what I lived for. Then we got into a conversation about him being the only survivor in that club.
"Sometimes I question, why is it always me?" he asked. "I mean, like with Cliff when he passed. It could have been me. We flipped cards for that bunk, you know."
"Really?" I cried. "You flipped on it?"
"Yes."
We got into a rather long and interesting conversation about the essence of life and death.
"I'm obsessed with death, ironically enough," he told me. "The beauty of death, the ugliness of death . . . all the different elements."
What an interesting man he was. He was quite intelligent too, something that he didn't seem to have the opportunity to shine on in Metallica-related speeches.
The conversation ended by him saying that he felt like he owed me something. I thought to myself, well, if he really owed me life, perhaps he could make it up through spending the rest of his life with me? But I told myself to stop being so selfish.
"Listen, Kirk," I ended up saying, "You don't owe me anything. Really. I was proud to do the best of my duties. I'm really sorry about what happened to Lani."
He sighed. "Well, the funeral is on May 19."
"I'd love to go," I told him.
He then gave me directions to the graveyard.
I marked my calendar, shocked and spooked and excited about the events that had taken place.
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