The shots rang clear. I was a goner and i knew it! I just played dead and smeared some blood on me from the fallen so they wouldn't shoot me.
My idea had worked. They had left me alone, so I played dead until the police came.
"There is another on over here." Said a really soothing female voice almost like silk.
"On it." Called a rougher male voice.
The one with the rough voice walked over to me and checked my pulse then yelled, "Yo, Beckett this one is alive still!"
The one with the soothing voice who I am guessing is Beckett walked over to me, "Thanks Espo, you can go now."
"Hi, are you okay? We need to get you to the precinct asap!" Said Beckett
End of part 1
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Playing Possum
Mystery / ThrillerKristen's family was shot and she protected her self by playing dead. She is nursed back to sanity by the loving arms at the 12th precinct at the NYPD. Everyone helps her but she really only tells Detective Kate Beckett what really happened
