Normal Is As Normal Does. // Jane //

The deli was pretty much empty. Over expensive shit. Jane thought rolling her eyes. She pulled some protein shake mix from the shelf and had a handful of candy bars. The creepy clerk behind the counter kept staring at her as she went up and down the isles. She was overly aware of the knife she had holstered on her leg above her boot. The crap bed at the motel she has been staying at has given her a shitty amount of sleep lately, and she was on edge. She grabbed a six pack from one of the fridges in the back.

She walked back to the front counter and dropped her stuff down on the counter. Yesterdays paper lay crooked on the counter. She grabbed it and added it to her pile of stuff. There was something off about the guy behind the counter. She couldn't figure it out. Maybe that was just the lack of sleep talking. "$16.28." She gave him a twenty and got her change and got out of there. She put her stuff in the holder behind her motorcycle. She somewhat regretted buying the bike, it would be easier to have a car, something to sleep in while she was traveling. That's all she did now, travel, find a case, and go to the next motel.

She drove back and went back into her room. She opened a cold one. She looked at the paper she had bought and flipped through the articles. She saw a caption about a strange murder. Where the house was locked from the inside, and the new people were basically massacred. She sighed, "At least I got a case."

Rereading the paper she had bought at the deli from the creepy guy, she changed her clothes into some black pants and a sweatshirt. She packed her backpack with guns and an EMF meter and a notebook, as well as a flashlight. Jane got onto her bike and drove off toward the house. She parked a few blocks away from the house, so not to draw to much attention to herself.

She a lockpick kit in her backpack, expecting the crime scene to be locked up. She put her small gun into the back part of her pants. She went to the door pulling out her lockpick. When she went to unlock the door, it swung open. "That's weird," She muttered to herself. She stood up taking out her flashlight. She heard some footsteps and pulled out her gun. Her heart was racing. She didn't have the minute to pull out her EMF meter. Were the cops still here? In the middle of the night? Was someone squatting?

Her heart was beating in her ears. Her mind was working fast in what could be beyond the next few rooms. Her gun was in her hand, even though she was full of anxiety it was steady. She moved slowly towards the door, against the wall. She swung around the door way, reaching toward the door knob. Her hand as still steady, but her body did not feel steady. What could be behind the door? She took a deep breath and opened the door, seeing a figure, with a shiny gun.


"FBI! Whos there?!" She breathed.

Her heart was beating hard in her chest. She wasn't supposed to be here. No one else should have been here. The door was unlocked but that didn't mean anything. She saw someone's face in the flashlight that looked familiar. "So, lets see some ID." Dean said lowering his gun slightly. "Dean!" she exclaimed with a sigh of relief, lowering her gun and her flashlight. "So you saw the paper huh?"