It wasn't until the following morning that Diana received the message from her brother-in-law about the tragedy that had struck her sister. She and her husband had gone to bed early the prior night, exhausted from the work they had completed and equally sick of reading. She had awoken at six o'clock AM, just one hour after her husband had risen and gotten himself ready to leave for work, and it was simply one of those mornings that she felt plagued by laziness and lack of desire to go in to work. As she rolled over in the bed after turning off the alarm clock, Diana spotted a note of paper that Xander had left for atop his pillow; he brows quirked, and she snatched it into her right hand before squinting to read the blue, scribbled handwriting.
Don't forget to see what your brother-in-law wanted and bring that manuscript into work; it's on the coffee table. Love you - Xander
A curve traced her lips as she crumpled the note and let it drop onto the top of the mangled blankets where he'd left the right side of the bed unmade, and a long sigh escaped through her nose. A long yawn caused her muscles to twitch as she stretched out her legs and arms, and then she lethargically climbed out from beneath the covers and padded barefoot into their bathroom. It wasn't until an hour later that she emerged in a cloud of warm, moist steam while wrapped up in a towel.
I'll just call in to work and express that I am feeling ill, she thought to herself as she approached the bedside table and lifted her cell phone. Her interests shifted as she glanced at the 'New Voicemail' icon at the bottom of her screen, and she decided it was best to check the message Derek had left her sooner rather than later - who knew, perhaps it would change her mind about going in to work.
"Please enter your password, then, press pound ... You have one new voice message. First voice message:
Yeah, hi Diana... I don't know if you saw the news yet..." A pause, and a heavy sigh "But uhh....Your sister was involved in a shooting....She didn't make it... Figured I'd let you know. Call me back... Bye.
To erase this voice message, press seven. To save it, press..."
A gasp emitted from Diana's throat as the phone slipped from her fingers, the overly cheery voice of the recorded operator fading as the phone fell away from her and bounced onto the bed. Dead? Her sister? A shooting?
Dead? It didn't seem to make any sense at all, in fact, it made absolutely no sense whatsoever. Gloria was a wonderful woman - kind and caring and polite - she wasn't the type to get herself into trouble, especially not being married to a man who upheld the law. But then... Derek
was a policeman; it was a well known fact that the gangs in the area were bitter toward the police, but it still didn't make any sense. Derek hadn't made any arrests in the recent few months that would have set a gang into a vendetta, not that Diana was aware of and not that Gloria had ever mentioned to her over the phone.
The phone. Diana hadn't pulled in a visit with her sister and brother-in-law in over a month, having been so caught up in her work and her husband having such a distaste for Derek; it made her stomach churn with the guilt and sorrow of things she couldn't change, mistakes she couldn't right, and the sister she could no longer chat with or invite to dinner. And yet, as if some twisted way for her mind to attempt to cope for the time being, the first thought that came into her head was,
at least now I have a valid excuse not to go into work.
Come five o'clock that night, Diana had settled herself into the couch in she and Xander's living room, curled up safely in a fleece throw with the TV turned on to a low volume and the local news station. She'd avidly watched for the duration of the day to find out information regarding her sister's shooting, unable to keep herself from shedding tears at some points, and growling in impatience and anger at others. How could the police have no updates? How could they have no leads? What was the world coming to when the people who were supposed to uphold safety and the law didn't put a stop to the very gangs that threatened it? Question after confused, frustrated question turmoiled in her mind as her stomach reeled in the effects of her sudden emotional torrent, and she couldn't even bring herself to cry anymore.
Her husband would be home in about an hour, and she knew that if she was going to talk to Derek at all, she would have to call him prior to Xander's arrival. Her fingertips trembled as she pushed herself to lean over the couch and lift her cell phone from the edge of the coffee table, and as she sat back she felt as if she were trapped underwater without an oxygen tank. A long sigh escaped her nose as she tilted her head back against the cushion on the backrest, and she closed her eyes lightly in order to collect her thoughts and composure. She tipped her head back forward as she languidly slid her eyes back open, her thumb blindly pressing the keypad to dial Derek's cell phone number, and as she pressed '
Send', she lifted the phone to her ear and leaned her head back once again.
It rang three times through before she heard him answer on the other end, and she didn't even allow him the opportunity to speak.
The following dialogue was discussed and coordinated with Akita wrote:"Derek?" Her voice constricted with her throat, sounding near to hoarse and evident that she'd been crying. "What on earth is going on? What happened? Are you alright? Do you need me to go over there?" She was going to get dizzy if she didn't stop speaking, and she figured he would too, so she closed her lips and waited anxiously for his response.
"Diana? Wait, ho, wait, calm down....What?... Oh... Gloria...She's...Well, just come over and I'll explain everything.... I'd like to see you..." Derek said with a strong hoarsness in his voice. He choked back some tears at the thought of his wife. "I... Just think it would be best if you came over."
The woman nodded mutely for a second before she was reminded that he couldn't see it. "Alright." She said quickly. "Xander will be home in about an hour, and then we'll head over. Have you eaten anything?" She gave a soft, concerned moan as she lifted her free hand to rub at her cheek. "I bet you can't even function right now, of course you haven't eaten. We'll pick you up something on the way over - in fact, I'll just go into the kitchen and make something quickly so that we don't waste any time."
"Diana, that's fine. Could you please not bring Xander? I just kind of want to talk to you about it. I'll be better if I'm not around a lot of people right now..." Derek moaned with a sorrow tone.
Again, she gave a soft nod, and again, she needed to remind herself that he couldn't see her actions. "Alright, I'll go on and make up something for you to eat and head over as soon as I finish. I'll be there in about twenty minutes or so, alright? Let me just call Xander and let him know so he doesn't worry. I'll see you soon, Derek."
Derek gave a relieved sigh and shook his head at the phone. "Thanks, Diana. I appreciate it." He then hung up the phone quickly.
A long, shaky sigh escaped from Diana's parted lips as she removed herself from the couch cushions and gained balance on her feet. She wasn't surprised by his lack of desire to see Xander, being as the two had an equal disposition and distaste for each other, and this was no where near a scenario that Xander needed to involve himself and his opinions in. Removing the phone from her ear, she fixed her gaze on the glowing screen as she padded quickly toward the kitchen and dialed her husband's phone number. He wouldn't be pleased if she disturbed him at work, and she knew that quite well, but she also didn't care if he got upset or not, he would understand the situation anyway.
"Is there any particular reason you're calling me in the middle of the end of my shift, Diana?" Xander sounded impatient, and the agitated breath he drew in only reinforced that conclusion.
"Gloria was shot and killed yesterday," She replied flatly, a chill to her voice as the words sank even deeper than they had already throughout the day. "I am going to reheat some of last night's lasagna and then I'm going over to see Derek and talk about everything."
Xander was in shock as he sat back in his desk chair, his eyes wide the unexpected news as he fumbled for words. He drew in a shallow breath through his lips and let it escape deeply through his nostrils before he responded. "Alright... Um, Well then when I get off I'll just head on-"
"Home." Diana interrupted firmly as she entered into their kitchen. "You'll head home. Derek is not in any position to be bombarded by indirect family members and forgive my saying, but the distinct disposition you have for him wouldn't help in the slightest, even if this is a crisis. I love you, I'll see you later tonight."
Xander was silent once more, his eyes blinking with minor surprise at his wife's sudden interruption. She was right, of course, but it
was a bit disheartening for her to think that he would be an irrational or even rude person in the time of a family emergency and more importantly - death. But he couldn't argue the fact that Derek had expressly stated he wanted no other company, and despite his slight discomfort with the idea, he gave an idle nod. "I, love you too..." He said slowly. He was about to add a last remark, but the line went dead, and he was left to finish out the last fifteen minutes of his shift in deep thought and concern.
Diana, in the meantime, filled a large container with lasagna and rigatoni that the couple had eaten for dinner the previous night, heated it thoroughly in the microwave, and then wasted not even a single second to get out of the house and inside the car. She kept the radio on low, tuned to an AM news station so that she could continue to avidly listen for details and updates about her sister's murder, and despite her distant relation to a police officer, she drove at least ten miles over the speed limit.