035. Sixth Sense

Title: Dark Shadows
Genre: Mystery, Romance
Characters: Nathan Davis, Fran Callahan, Chaz McQueen
Prompt: 035. Sixth Sense
Word Count: 451
Rating: PG-13
Type: Series: 31 of 33
Summary: Nathan goes with his gut.
Warnings: Language, Violence


Nathan had lost track of time going over the files of the four victims. His head hurt, he was in need of a shower and countless hours of sleep. His stomach twitched, he couldn’t shake the nagging that he should call Frannie. Yes she was probably asleep and he truly wanted to put off telling her about the suspect turning out the way it did but something still told him he should check in on her. The main reason being the real killer was still out there and she could be in danger.

Paranoia be damned, he picked up his desk phone and dialed her number. Preparing a normal, “Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you” speech, he waited ring after ring. No answer. At the sound of her voice he took a breath to speak but realized it was only the answering machine, “Hey, you’ve reached Fran Callahan…

*~*~*
“…Leave me a message and I’ll call you back.”

Beep.

Fran watched Chaz from her bed-their bed with absolute terror. She couldn’t believe it, all this time she was hunting for a killer and he was under her own roof. He had been ranting and raving nonsense since she came out of the bathroom, after he had tied her arms and legs up and thrown her to the bed.
“I did this for you! All for you, why can’t you see that? I thought you were different Fran, not like those vain models. You said you didn’t want the life anymore, didn’t fit in with them and I catch you going around behind my back in a vulgar blond wig going to the same disgusting club as them! Did you think you could fool me?”
She began to defend herself, not that she had anything that would help her situation, when he pulled a gag from his pants pocket and wrapped it around her mouth, “Don’t make it worse by lying Fran, you’re an empty, selfish shell, just like the rest of them. They all deserved to die but my first mistake was thinking you would see why.” She watched in horror as he picked up a long, pointy dagger from her bedside table.

*~*~*
Nathan put down the receiver, he was never a message-leaving kind of guy. He stared back at the phone, that twitch in his gut relentless.

She has to be home by now. She must be asleep.
He glanced at the time, two hours since the undercover mission had ended and he had said goodbye to her. Not enough time to fall into such a deep sleep she wouldn’t hear her phone, considering her apartment was only about thirty minutes away from the station.

Fuck it, I’m going over there.

Part 32