[Prologue] Just Another Day In Paradise

[Madison Masters]

I can't feel my senses



I just feel the cold
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Queens, New York[/font]

She had gotten the call, the one call she had never hoped to receive. Jensen had been shot in the line of duty. It was not hard to believe that it could happen; every agent knew the risks in putting their lives on the line for other people’s sakes. But for some reason, Madison never thought it would be him. He was always so careful, so good at his job. She had raced to the hospital as fast as she was able but it hadn’t been enough. Walking up to his body that lay so still, Madison felt as though she was walking on glass. Each step cut deep into her heart. It was unnatural, seeing him like that. His eyes had been closed and a white sheet covered all but his head. “Oh Jensen...” She whispered, tears welling up in her eyes.

She could only look at him for a few moments before she had to just turn away, had to get out of the cold room. Turning, Madison moved to leave but suddenly she felt a frigid grip on her wrist. Turning quickly, Maddie saw Jensen’s eyes opened, looking at her with a mixture of anger and sorrow. “Why Maddie? Why weren’t you there?!”

“No!” Madison cried out as she shot up in bed in a cold sweat. Trapped in the haze of her dream, she quickly checked her wrist and than looked around her. She was in her room and it was early in the morning, looking at the clock with bleary eyes Maddie saw 5:47 AM flashing at her in red. It had been the nightmare again. The nightmare had been so vivid, even after the two years that had passed since Jensen had passed, still so real. Running her fingers through her damp hair, Madison sighed and kicked the blankets off of her. Wearing nothing but an oversized shirt that had belonged to Jensen, Madison stood in front of her mirror and sighed. She had to keep reminding herself that she was not to blame for Jensen’s death. These nightmares were her way of blaming herself, she didn’t believe for a second that her late husband blamed her for his death.

“Mommy.” A little voice caused Maddie to turn towards the open door, her little two year old daughter Samantha stood there in her Tinkerbell nightgown, clutching her one-eyed teddy bear. Sammie’s room was right across from Maddie’s, so her mother’s fearful cry had most likely woken the little angel from her sleep. “Ah baby, did mommy wake you?” She said softly as Sammie walked over to her mother, nodding her little head. Picking her daughter up, she kissed her on the forehead and set her down on the bed. It had been at least a week since Madison had left the house because she and Samantha had been sick, so perhaps a nice walk would be good for them both. She couldn’t really check the weather since her TV was broken and her computer was fried.

After falling asleep for another three hours, Madison woke and got herself showered and dressed while Sammie still slept. Only when Madison was ready did she wake Samantha up and got her dressed and ready for some fun downtown. If only she knew what was really out there…

With Sam dressed and having had breakfast, Madison grabbed her essentials, purse, cell phone and gun. Once a federal agent, always a federal agent. She never went anywhere without her gun, it was New York after all. She had lost her husband to some asshole criminals already; she would hardly give anyone the chance to take her daughter from her as well. Right, with all that taken into account, she and Sammie were ready for a nice day in New York. The little two year old held tight to her mother’s finger as they walked out of their apartment and got into the elevator to go outside.

If only Madison had known…

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Tags; No one
Outfits; Outfit
Mood; Good
Word Count; 670
Notes; My toe hurts