STANDOFF - Baby

                                    

                                          
Jason had his legs crossed, pen in hand, with a stupid piece of paper in front of him. Stupid evaluation paper. Why did he have to write an evaluation when his rookie was literally involved in a homicide? What was he supposed to write? 'Boot killed a man'?
It was still nighttime, and he had been ordered to stay back at the station while Bishop, Bradford, and Lopez worked in the Isabel case. Technically, he hadn't been ordered to stay at the station. Grey told him to get home and get some rest, but he insisted on staying. That way he could be immediately on his way in case they found anything. Bishop was assisting the detectives in trying to find her. Well, unless she's dead. Then they'd be trying to find her body. But Jason couldn't imagine the frustration and pain Tim must be feeling right now. He must be blaming himself, asking himself why he didn't barge in the second he realised Vance was suspicious.
"We found her."
Jason dropped his pen and picked up his radio. That was Bishop. They found Isabel.
"We found her. Alley on Crenshaw near the 10. Get here now."
Jason immediately stood up and rushed to the garage to his shop, but then he was stopped. He turned around to see Sergeant Grey, frowning.
"Where are you going, Officer Cain?"
"Bishop found her. They found her."
"You're not going anywhere, son," Sergeant Grey crossed his arms, "Both Bradford and Lopez are there. They've got it handled."
"Isabel could be hurt. Shot, possibly. If they found her in an alleyway, that means they probably dumped her body there. I have medical experience, I can—"
"You can help? If that's really the case, nothing you do would help. She'd be dead. Unless you can summon dead spirits, you won't be of any assistance, Officer Cain. I know how much you want to help, but it's better if you don't go."
Jason huffed, "Yes, sir."
"Don't worry. Bradford will be fine."
Hopefully.
He quickly finished his evaluation, extra paperwork on the shooting, and headed home. Tomorrow would be a better day than today. 
Hopefully.
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Jason woke up to the ringtone of his phone. He groggily, while still laying in bed, picked up the phone.
"It's fucking 4AM, I'm tired as shit, I didn't check the caller ID, but please fucking tell me it's good fucking news, because I really want to sleep right now."
"Someone broke into my house."
"Victoria?"
He expected the call to be on the Isabel case, bringing some news on how Isabel is okay and safe right now. But, no. It was his rookie. And she woke him up.
"Yeah, it's me. Someone broke into my house last night. When I was sleeping."
"By last night you mean—"
"Today night, whatever. Three hours ago. 1AM. Someone tried to kill me."
Jason jolted up. Was this linked to her homicide case? Revenge seeking, probably?