Dreaming of Dreams 3

John's hands were on his hips as he was reading the papers over Sheryl's shoulder. "Ok so basically what we got is some murderer who keeps killing people on the same street, different ways."1

"Cant be."2

"And why not, it'll make the case easier, assuming you can call this a case."3

"Yes, it would make the case easier."4

"So skip the drama, we'll put out memos to search for suspects and then were done."5

He started walking, but the whole time she was still thinking and really just repeating what he said. "No."6

John turned around with a face, "No?"7

"Why would I have dreams, why Jean, why this street, there's to many whys to just put up a memo asking for a suspect."8

"Well what do you recommend we do because I'm pretty sure Mary Poppins is dead."9

Sheryl gave him a look, "We don't need Mary Poppins, what we need is some answers."10

John looked around the room and started heading over to a computer. He started pounding it with his fists, "This, this technology is all we have to create answers," He hollered answers while walking up to her, "There is nothing in this room, in this world," Hollering world too, "That could possibly give you what you need." 11

"Maybe all I need is my dreams, knowledge of Jean, and simple help from you." Sheryl wasn't afraid to raise her voice with him, he needed her to much to firer her. 12

"Do you want a job." Asking her like he was going to firer her.13

"Why? I have one and you know all to well, you fire me and this whole agency will fall to its knees." 14

"Ok, what do you need."15

"I want people on Linden Street, I want to know what goes on there, who has a repetitive walk there, who lives around there, who passes there everyday. I need a complete history on that street. What these people have in common. Oh and we need to know who killed these people, so fasten the paste on that."16

"You heard her, get cracking." He was screaming over all the cubicles.17

"Oh and John, one last thing. You had said this case would be a chance to get me a promotion, any particular reason for that." Asking as if there could be a clue behind it.18

"Ah, that," He paused for a little bit," I just said it so you would get the case done faster."  John said it quickly and then rushed out of site. Sheryl started to look like the boss, John was letting her know he depended on her to much.19

Later that night, Sheryl was still at the agency flipping through the files thinking of her dreams and wondering what they all meant and why her. She recalled how the little boy's death had been a car accident when John read it, but when she got it, clearly he was shot. 20

John peeked in on her, "You should go get some rest."21

"No, I'm fine really. Plus, if I sleep Ill just have nightmares again, so I might as well try to figure this out."22

"Well you wont get it all done tonight."23

"I know, I need the history, but a head start at least."24

"Yeah," John pulled up a chair next to her. He seemed to have many different characteristics and Sheryl was curious what he would be like out of work, but quickly dropped it to get back to her thinking, "Do you want some coffee?"25

"Uh sure, Id love some." She lifted her head for a second and then went back to reading.26

"Ok then." He left her alone to get her some coffee.27