I woke up feeling fuzzy. I didn’t remember the night before. It took me a second to fully wake up and then sit up. When sitting up, still maybe half asleep, my hand felt oddly warm and slightly wet. To my surprise, I look down and my hand is in a pool of blood. I lifted up the sheet to my bed and found Carissa’s lifeless body on my bed and my world stopped.

12 hours earlier… 

In the midst of a 3-year long investigation, my unit and I came across some of our biggest suspects and top dogs of the situation, such as Delia Wilson and Bart Ganzel. They think we are not onto them but we are pretty deep into knowing about almost every move they make. They lie, manipulate, and try to cover everything they do, but like I said, we are onto them. There is only one problem: They keep finding ways to get rid of our best witnesses. So at this point, we have come to a standstill on the case, but that doesn’t mean we have stopped working. I have my detectives out doing some field work, while I wait to have dinner with another top witness. Her name is Carissa. Carissa has a lot of flaws, for instance, she likes to lie and manipulate people. But after Bart and Delia have found out a way to get rid of my witnesses, Carissa is all I have left. 

I sit and wait at the restaurant for Carissa, while I get a call from my detective Nick. I ignore the call because I am thinking of all of the questions to ask Carissa about the case and about Delia and Bart. I was planning this dinner to prepare her for the trial. She comes to sit at dinner and we have our chat, but I soon feel woozy and seem to be forgetting things. Our dinner is over, so I pay and leave. Carissa stays at the restaurant and as I am walking down the street clueless, I feel a hand on my shoulder. It’s Carissa with my house key and badge in her hand. She says “Looks like you forgot this capitan!” “Captain?” she says in a concerned voice. Words are not coming out, and I truly don’t know where I am. She says, “You look like you need some help getting back. Let me walk you.” She smiles at me and  I let her walk me back to my apartment. 

Present day….

Now here I am in my apartment with the whole FBI, my sergeant Olivia, my delegate, and the captain of IAB trying to figure out who murdered Carissa because she was dead and lifeless in MY bed. Now, I am the number one suspect in this case and I am on the other side of what I do. I put people away, but I do not commit crimes myself. 

After a long process that lasted nearly three days, I was remanded to Rikers Correctional facility in NY pending trial even though I did not murder Carissa. Or did I? I don’t remember a single thing about the dinner. Or after. It is all a blur.

While in Rykers, I had my team of agents dig further into the case and the mess I was in. When I said the investigation was three years running I meant it. In some way, my team was closely knit into this investigation because a former agent of mine went undercover as Bart Ganzel’s assistant. The house he was in had been bugged for most of these years, so they could hear everything. But two nights before Carissa’s murder, the wires lost signal. We feel as though Bart found them. Side note: we were right. Little did Bart know, not only was his assistant one of us but so was his lawyer. Bart’s lawyer was originally a criminal. But when we had told him about the shady things Bart was doing behind his back, like using another lawyer to handle all of the important stuff so he would take the fall for the rest of it, he decided to side with us.  After the bugs were cut out, I knew something was up so my team and I sent him back to Bart’s while I was incarcerated with a microphone to capture Bart’s confession. He had told his lawyer, “I framed Craigan. I knew with Carissa’s confession I would be put behind bars so I bribed her to work with me. I offered her a lump sum of money to slip Craigan a drug in his drink to make him awake but not competent. Walk him home and try to get him in bed with her. Once I realized that Carissa was not doing what was planned, I waited until they both fell asleep and I murdered Carissa. I wore gloves and got my fingerprints nowhere so he would be easy to frame and that’s how I did it.” Moments after Bart had confessed to what he had done, my sergeant and her detectives had gone to Bart’s penthouse and arrested him for what he had confessed on tape. I was later released from Rikers Correctional Facility and let back to work. I had to take mandatory time off of course. Like I said, they are great at what they do, and I suppose one almost got away with framing me for murder.