Companion Chronicles - Lily

 She could hear the ticking of the clock which hung on the wall of her small town police department, but she could still be annoyed with the overtime at the department, hearing that clock almost made her want to put on music, or throw it through a window, anything to get rid of the constant drowning of the tick-tick-tick.

"Lily." The gruff voice of her captain shook her from her dull daydream of smashing the clock, if one could daydream in the middle of the night. She shook her head, trying to dust the remaining cobwebs and sleepiness from her eyes and her aching mind.

"Yes, Captain?" She spoke.

"Heading home. Last hour, then you do the same. Understand?"

She nodded, watching him walk out the door of his office and right out the door of the detective wing of the small town police department. She sighed a bit, staring at her desk with aching eyes, wiping the dust from them as the sounds of the clock on the wall began to return to drill in her mind. Her eyes, her mind, to try and focus on anything else, slowly moved over to the brass nameplate which sat before her on the edge of her desk.

Detective

Lily Winters

Traffic Division

Bottom of the Totem Pole. Bored out of her mind. A rookie in a police department barely holding itself together. There are some moments when one dreams of simpler times, but those times almost come with a sort of pain to them, a want, a desire. So as her mind began to drift towards her memories, she slowly opened her desk and pulled out an old photograph she kept like an external key to her heart.

A long time ago, she knew this man. This wonderful, Mysterious man. A man who was pained of his past and trying to move forward to make his life better. To be renewed, and to work his demons through, bit by bit. She saw him at the best, and at the worst of times, and even through all of that, he wished to help others. He always put helping others at the top of his priorities. That's what drove her, in a way. To help others, even those who she never knew. It was seeing that man working through his demons that inspired her to want to help others.

She took a quick look at the clock, the dull and annoying clock, and with a smirk forming on her lips, she began to work on more paperwork, slightly taping the photograph of her friend just in eyeshot, like a reassuring hand.