The Broken Hearted That Found Happiness

It was a dark, stormy, windy night at the office I work at. I was staying late filing reports and making sure i completed the necessary paperwork for my cases that had been lined up for me. I hate being caught off, especially in a case. My name is Akaku and i don't tell people my last name due to the lack of trust I have now, plus because of my job. One of the cases I have is a high profile case and usually I'm given those cases because of my lack of loss. No, I'm not a lawyer. There is too much paperwork and not enough action for me. I would rather be out on the field trying to catch the person. I'm a CIA officer who likes to be on the field, but won't risk my team if it's too dangerous. I will take risks by myself if I have to. Turning to look at the window, I noticed the wind picking up. "Damn its getting bad out there" I said to myself. The headquarters was an eerie quiet. Everyone had already been home hours ago. Hearing my office door knob turn, I instantly turned towards having my hand under my desk ready to grab the knife I had taped under it. "Get your hand away from that knife" I heard a voice say as the door opened. I should have locked that door. I saw Erica come into view. Erica was 5'9" with black hair and bluish green eyes. She had a towel around her neck, which told me that she was either outside or just got out of the shower and had forgotten she had the towel around her neck. She was DA. "Why are you here" I asked. Her office was across town. "I knew you were here working on a case because you hate to lose just as much as me," she said. That only kinda of answered my question. I just stood there with one brow raised and my arms crossed. "What?"she asked. "That doesn't really answer my question", I said bluntly. I could see she was shaking with her hair still being dampened. Sighing, I grabbed a blanket from the couch and wrapped it around her. She was taller than me, so I had to use the tip of my toes to get it around her shoulder. "What do you mean" she asked. "You told me why I was here, not why you're here", I answered. She stood there like she was thinking of an excuse to tell me. "Just tell me" I said. "I thought you liked some company", she said. Deciding to head back to my desk, I felt her grab me and pulled me into her chest. Me and her could pass for sisters. I had short brown hair and eyes that were such a deep dark brown that they almost passed as black. I was only 5'6, so my head was right under her chin. "What's wrong" I asked. "Nothing. I just wanted to hold you" was her reply, which was a lie. "Erica" I said. That just made her hold me tighter. "Its been a year since they'd been gone" she whispered in my ear. I didn't forget it was the anniversary of my wife and daughter's deaths. They lost their lives to a robbery that went wrong. I fell in love with Brittany when I first saw her and her daughter Ashley. Flashback It was five years ago when I met Brittany and Ashley at Walmart while looking for movies to watch. "Mom, you hate scary movies, so why buy one?" I heard a young girl say. Glancing in that direction, I heard the voice coming. I saw a woman who was tall and medium built with dirty blonde hair with a young girl who looked to be in her teens. There was a guy with his hand in his pocket searching for something approaching them slowly. He looked like he wanted to cause harm to them. Before I realized it, he was close enough to the woman to grab her. The girl screamed "Let go of my mother." I loved playing hero, so I stepped in. "I doubt he'll hurt her". I said, walking up. "How do you know" she asked? Before I could answer, the guy said "Yeah. How do you know I won't hurt her?" "One I won't allow you to leave this store outside a body bag and two going after a mother and daughter in a public place while people are watching is pathetic." I replied. There was a crowd now. All looking and judging him. I could tell he was getting scared. "Fine have her" he said, shoving her at me. "You'll pay for this " was the last thing he said before he took off. End Flashback I felt something poke me. "Are you okay", I heard Erica ask.