Post by CAMILLA DE LEÓN on Mar 26, 2024 19:28:33 GMT
It wasn’t rare to walk into the police station and find someone crying at the front desk. Those officers on the front desk were the unsung heroes of the station. Day in, day out, dealing with questions from the public. Camilla’s customer service face would start to fade after the sixth person, meanwhile Elias didn’t even have a customer service face. Stone cold expressions always. She’d overheard some of the other officers joking he was a robot sent by the FBI to monitor them and report back. Someone needed to keep an eye on the officers in Mystic Falls though. She used the term officers lightly. They weren’t exactly out there keeping crime rates low, in fact the complete opposite.
They had been in Mystic Falls for a few years now and had yet to report back anything meaningful to the FBI. Every case that came to their desk remained open, and Camilla fucking hated an open case. People were being murdered in town and there were zero suspects. Camilla had worked damn hard to overturn every single stone, but there was never anything underneath. Needless to say it kept her awake most nights. Tossing and turning wondering what the fuck was happening in Mystic Falls.
It wasn’t the only thing that kept her awake at night. Memories of the night Elias was stabbed would play on repeat in her mind, as she analysed every single thing that happened to lead up to his death or almost death as Elias would say. Their guard had slipped for a moment as they enjoyed each other's company in the bar. That was their downfall.
Camilla blew carefully through the plastic lid of her takeout coffee. The only thing that would get her through the morning. The cup nearly flew from her hand when the woman inside the reception proceeded to scream at the male officer who was claiming to try and help her. She’d caught snippets of their conversation as soon as she entered the building. The man was trying to brush the woman off, telling her there was nothing they could do. “Hey!” She called out to the pair of them, “What the hell is going on here?” Camilla listened as the woman started to reel off a story that her son was missing but no one was doing anything about it, not even the cops. “There’s no record of this boy ever existing.” The officer quickly interjected, causing the woman to blow up again at him. “Ma’am. Please calm down… Officer…” She narrowed her eyes, studying his badge, “Officer Carroll. Can you please bring me the papers for this case. I’ll look into it.” She gave the woman a small smile as she followed Officer Carroll through the doors, “How many times…” Camilla quickly raised her hand, “Bring me the papers to my desk.” She stormed off up the stairs, refusing to engage any further with him.
As instructed the papers were on her desk within an hour. Well, it was just two pieces of paper. The woman’s report of her missing child and that was it. With a sigh she collected the two measly pieces of paper and stormed over to Elias’ desk, placing them down. “Missing child. Mother was yelling out front this morning about it. There’s no evidence her son ever existed. No birth record.” She lowered herself down on the chair next to his desk, “I said we’d have a look into it. It’s the third report this month of a missing person.” Seemed like something they could solve, giving her a distance from the mounting open cases on her desk.
ELIAS ELLIOTT