#chicago.start

“do you know what i realised this morning?” jules cradled a warm cup of coffee between her palms as fingers danced against the handle. “a few months. that's all i have left,” she sighed dramatically before taking a long sip. “a few more months and then i'll be thirty. i'm not ready to leave my twenties. the midlife crisis thing isn't for me.” though, to be fair, jules had been in the middle of a midlife crisis since she was fifteen years old. “it’s 2017 and they haven't found a way to stop this? i'm offended.”

“it’s so damn hot,” jay wafted his shirt and sighed. if it weren't for the fact that he still had his badge pinned to his belt, the detective would've been shirtless by now - especially considering his t-shirt looked like it had been dunked several times in a bucket of water. “ran out of ice chips, too. just great.”

She’d been trying to just smile and nod her way through the sea of vulgar comments the drunk man had been giving that entire afternoon, but after one a little too crude for Jaina’s liking, she turned around quickly. “Listen, man, if you wanna keep talking like that you better get out of my bar.” She stormed up to him, pointing an accusing finger. 

“i saved six lives today. six,” levi smirked as he turned to face the nearest person. “six out of six, man. that means you should totally buy me a drink.” 

Today was one of those days. Summer was in full swing and the beach had been incredibly crowded all day. Thankfully, she wasn’t the only lifeguard on duty, but she was the lucky one who got the honor of closing up the lifeguard tower for the night. It was by far her least favorite shift, she hated being on the beach alone at night, but it was inevitable from time to time. Rainbow Beach Park was a pretty place during daytime, but it was slightly creepy when everyone was gone and the sun was down. Elena was on her way to her car, her head down and steps fast, when she heard something that sounded weirdly like footsteps coming from somewhere being her. She stopped in her tracks immediately, turning around to find someone standing there in the shadows. Yup, definitely not creepy at all. “Hey, you shouldn’t be here,” she shouted, clutching at her bag nervously. One sudden movement and she was probably turning around and running all the way to her car. “The beach is closed.”