MADDISON: LOUISANA: 4.30PM

"You were supposed to look after them," I growled out through gritted teeth at my older brother, who was now working at the local police office. "5 years, Jake. That is all I ask for," I said, as everyone watched me have a mental breakdown.

"How was I supposed to know someone would murder our parents huh? No one did Kat," He hisses back, and I roll my eyes - unbelievable and naive. 

"You really thought this wasn't going to happen — For god sake Jake! The profile that was made that he was local, he was laying low - so he could get them off of his back and then plan his next kill. Which happened to be our parents, puta," I growl out, clenching my fists together. 

"Thank god," He says, before walking towards someone - leaving me stunned and confused as one of the officers - who I had been friends with for years came over.

"You okay, sweetheart? How are you feeling?" He asks and I roll my eyes.

"Don't even get me started, if I hadn't had that face to face encounter -," I was about to say but he put his hands up in an effort to stop me.

"Don't even say that that - that wasn't you're fault. Bad timing, you managed to get out of that situation unscathed." He says, "Your parents wouldn't want to see you so mad." He says and I scoff.

"I'll stop being mad when they're either in prison or dead," I say, before turning on my heel - my brown eyes meeting someone familiar's. "Gideon?" I questioned, surprised that he was still in the FBI after this long.

"Hello Katarina, can we talk?" He asks, and I nod - pointing towards the upstairs office where we could have peace to talk. He looks at me with softened eyes, "Second time huh? Not fun, How you feeling?" He asks, and I look at the floor.

"Like a piece of me has been ripped out, they were my life, Gideon. I was only out for five years, and boom next thing I come home too is finding my parents dead - in their own home of all places." I say as tears cascaded down my cheeks.

Gideon once again looks at me with saddened eyes, before looking at the door - I looked up to see an African American male standing at the door. "Gideon, we just got the ME's report." He said, tapping the file and nodding his head out of the room.

Gideon put his hand on my shoulder, and I nodded before he walked out of the room. I made eye contact with the hazel eyes of the African American that was standing at the door, and shot him a small smile before he walked out. 

*******

I was reading a book in my hotel room, when a knock on my door - interrupted my train of thought and process. I put a bookmark in the page and stand up and head towards the door, and open it to see the brunette hair and blue eyes that I recognised instantly.

"Layla? What the hell are you doing here?" I asked her, and she flings her arms around me in a tight hug. 

"Oh god, Kat. I heard what happened, I'm so sorry." She says, and I slowly slip my arms around her waist as I felt the tears pile up in my eyes as she leans on my shoulder - her hair covering mine and hands were wrapped tightly around my body. 

"It's okay, Lay. You didn't know this would happen," I say, my voice breaking up in the middle of the sentence - and I quickly turn around so she doesn't see me upset from the heartbreaking truth. 

"It's okay to be upset Kat, you're parents were just murdered." She says, putting her hand on my shoulder and I grasp it in mine as I felt the tears cascading down my cheeks, and I slowly felt my knees give way. 

Layla fell down with me and cradled me into her arms, "I'm right here, Kat. I'm right here." She whispers, as she strokes my hair and I cry into her arms - ignoring the feeling that I was being useless and I could do so much more.