Isabella stood fixed by the door. She could see Johan clearly from where she was standing, though the door was closed, she could look through the glass opening on the door and see him. He was lying on the bed with an oxygen mask on his face, he had tubes and wires connected to his body that she couldn’t even trace what each was for. Her eyes settled on the monitor where she could see his heart rate. He was alive, that was all that mattered. He was alive.She caught Erik, Johan’s brother staring at her from inside the room, but he turned back to look at Johan as if she was not there. She had a feeling that he understood to a certain degree how she felt and was giving her time to organize her thoughts.The explosion at Norman’s house had shook her. It had triggered another traumatic experience for her where she had to remember her past Memories that she would rather forget totally. Of all the recent episodes that she had experienced, this one was the worse. It had taken her a while be

“The only pictures worth making are the ones that are playing with fire.” ~ Billy Wilder Isabella walked into the forensic department of the police force with renewed zeal and focus. She moved with a strong and firm desire to catch the arsonist. After hitting a head block for weeks, she was hoping for a miracle.She has left the hospital after Johan had woken up and even though she had seen him briefly, they had not spoken to each other. What was she supposed to say, ' hey, I’m sorry for not backing you up', ' I’m sorry you got hurt while I was being a mess', ' I’m your partner and I suck'.She sighed, pushing the doors to the lab where the evidence from the crime scene was being analyzed. She spotted Hayden before he saw her.“ Hey” Hayden called with a wave.She went to stand next to him, looking through the transparent glass separating them from the lab.“ hey, what’s the news.?” She asked Hayden.The man flicked his gaze briefly to her before he sighed.“ you know