This is the answer if came up with to wrap up my short story… I used the writing prompt TRANSFER … if you want to check out the writing prompt and all the pictures that go along with the word TRANSFER, click HERE *remember, this has not been edited…

here is my ending…

Sam woke up being poked and prodded from in the back of an ambulance. Fingers covered in latex, or some other rubbery protective substance, gloves lightly pressed on her check bones. Sam winced. Why did her head feel like it had a pulse; why couldn’t she remember what had happened? And why couldn’t she remember if med-techs used latex gloves?

Sam slapped the annoying hand away from her head and glanced around for a box full of gloves. There had to be a label.

“Detective… do you know where you are?”

The ambulance felt like it was rocking, wanting to spin. Sam shut her eyes but the world kept moving. “In an ambulance?” She cracked her eyes open and glanced out the open back doors. The added sensory input had bile climbing up her throat. When was the last time she ate?

“I’m Kate, and I’m here to help. You took quite a hit to the head. We need to get to you the hospital for x-rays.” The paramedic reached for her head again, causing Sam to jerk away. Which didn’t help the spinning. She needed to lie down for a few days. With no touching.

Kate held her hands up and backed up a little, moving to check vitals or something. Sam didn’t care, as long as the woman stayed away from her head. After a few seconds, or what felt like days, Kate moved closer. This time she wielded a pen light. “Can you tell me your name? How you were injured?”

Sam had opened her mouth to respond. Okay, she was about to take that light and see if Kate could swallow it. The words, Listen Bitch, were on the tip of Sam’s tongue when Nick the annoying hillbilly cop from Ohio stuck his gorgeous head around the back door. They really needed to close those things. If it was between a trip to the hospital and Nick, she picked the former.

“Hey Sammykins. How’s the head?”

“That is not my name.” See she knew something about herself.

Kate reached for her head again. “That’s good. Why don’t you tell me what your name is?”

Sam grimaced and managed to grab that evil hand before it could start pushing on ever sore spot it could find. What … was this woman a sadist?

“My name is Detective Sam Cass, and I’m out of here.”

Nick got his healing crystal out of his pouch. Reaching out to pat Sam’s ankle, the only part of her he could reach, he sent a small amount of healing energy into her body. He was starting to worry that maybe he had hit her a little too hard.

Captain Yu was already on the scene and he was pissed. The man was stomping around barking out orders, busting detectives down to mall cops, and demanding to see Sam. Yu had already confiscated Nick’s weapon because he and the kids had all reported the same thing. It was an officer involved shooting. You could tell that Yu didn’t believe a word of it. That just proved that the man wasn’t stupid.

Nick’s phone rang. He pulled it out as he heard Yu forcing one of the kids to repeat their story. “He said we were swimming out to a boat. If I didn’t follow him he would kill my momma. He said so.”

Nick turned his back so he would lose it and start laughing as the kid broke out in crocodile tears. Not bothering to check the caller ID, Nick hit answer and put the phone to his ear.

“What the hell, Nick? I send you to find some lost kids. There were just as many vampire younglings as there were cubs.”

Nick pulled the phone away from his ear and check the ID. It simply read Ohio PD, but that didn’t help. He knew that voice. “Nubin? What are you doing at the PD? And I thought the Chief demanded my assistance…”

“I am an Elder on the Council. There have been a number of sites cropping up. Kids disappearing all over the place. I chose you to handle this one. So why do I just spend half an hour fighting with the Chief of Police? Anders is a damn shifter, of all things.”

“I don’t know Sir.” And Nick didn’t. Nubin was so high up in the Supe community that he was rarely seen, and he diffidently didn’t spend an hour fighting with someone he considered a lower species. He occasionally threw down orders, and others followed.

“I’ll tell you why. Because you screwed up. Anders now has to allow this human, this Samantha Cass, to be transferred to his precinct. Because you exposed Cass to Karma, and now she is demanding that we allow the transfer.”

Nubin did something on his end of the phone that caused a crash to reverberate along the connection, ringing in his ears. Nick jerked the phone away from his head. He could hear Nubin ranting through the phone. But he could also hear Sam. She was no longer bitching about going to the hospital.

Sam was stumbling out of the back of the ambulance, one hand to her head and the other on the ambulance door. “What do you mean transfer? And what the hell do you mean I don’t have a choice of destination?”

Her body was shaking, which was probably only partly due to her anger. He needed to sent a little more healing into her body.

“Nickolas!” Damn. He had forgotten about Nubin.

“Yes, Sir.” If Nick didn’t pay more attention, he was going to find himself transferred as well. Transferred to a place a whole lot worse than Ohio. The Lower Reaches made Ohio look like a well ordered metropolitan area, one without crime or politics.

“Oh, nothing. I just informed you that Ms. Cass will be accompanying you back and you will be in charge of keeping an eye on her. A human shouldn’t be able to figure out or see through our magic. But Karma demanded that we leave her alive, and that we bring her closer so that we can make sure she doesn’t find out about our world. And when she does, that is when you will erase her mind.”

“Sir?” Nick didn’t understand. They didn’t run around killing every human or Norm that managed to see the secrets they tried to hide, but it did happen. Why bring Sam closer, bring her to their national headquarters? But … “Why Ohio? Why stick her with the shifters if you want me to keep an eye on her?” Wouldn’t it be better to find her a job on the West Virginia side of the tri-state, closer to the vampire headquarters and where he lived.

“Nope.” Nubin gave a deep laugh, a laugh that Nick felt held some kind of threat. “If you want answers, I suggest you as Karma. But for now you will be running a gym a few miles from the precinct and watching your little human.” With one finally laugh, Nubin hung up.

Nick just stood there, his arms dropping to his side. He watched Sam attempting to storm away from her now former Captain, and pinched the bridge of his nose. His very long life had just taken a very dangerous turn.

He ran to catch up with his new charge. He needed to keep a close eye on her from now one. If she saw too much, eventually it would mean one or both of their lives. Grabbing her supple arm to escort her to the car, he sent more healing her way and allowed his thumb to run back and forth alone her smooth skin. A grin crooked his lips. It would be dangerous, but if he could control what she saw, what she remembered, maybe she could help them in their fight against he Danshue. Besides… watching her work, her body moving with grace, wasn’t exactly a hardship.

“Drop my arm, or lose a nut.”

Nick throw his head back and laughed, but he also dropped her arm. This was going to be dangerous and entertaining. Definitely entertaining.

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Happy wordage everyone… hope you are having fun, Tracey