What I Didn't See

This is my NaNoWriMo 2011 work. I am putting my other stories on Hiatus and I will work to finish this one by the end of the month. This is the intro. I know it's short but I planned it to be this way. It's like the last chapter. Short.

I stood there holding the guy's wrists waiting for Officer Payton to cuff him. I couldn't remember the guy's name, though I would get reminded when I went back to the office to file reports and papers similar for my boss. The little joys that still survived.

Reporters swarmed around me trying to understand how I found out who did the murder and I just kept walking. I just kept walking like the first murder I caught when I was fifteen. I didn't care about publicity; I don't like my face on the news. I just care about my job. That's all I cared about since college.

I walked into my apartment building and up to the twelfth floor to my New York apartment. It was small. I didn't like the idea of having a big apartment with no one but me, it was unsettling. I had enough of largeness for a lifetime from growing up in a large house in West Virginia with my dad. My house phone blinked with a message and I ignored it. It was probably my boss asking where I was. This morning I was supposed to be in the office talking to him about the murder case but then I had a breakthrough and I was off.

I checked the machine and, yup, three new messages. I was kind of screwed. Maybe. The closing of this case might save me.

I grabbed a frozen dinner and put it in the microwave and let it run. I turned on the T.V. and watched myself on the news. Another day in the life of Ann Smith, CSI.

P.S. Tell me what you think!