LONG LIVE JESUS!

These were the words that echoed cheerfully in Jeffrey's head, celebrating like crazy when he read the email in his computer inbox, the email from the police department accepting his proposal for the job!

It was true that he wasn't given a high-profile position, but it was even better, since being a detective's assistant and his partner as a deputy investigator would serve to teach him a lot! He would have the opportunity to see exactly how to act at crime scenes, how to handle suspects, how to solve cases... Oh, Jeffrey felt his heart about to burst with excitement. He had never been so happy since he was old enough for his grandparents to stop forcing him to go to church.

According to the email, the detective who would be his partner was one of the most skilled and respected detectives ever, not really famous but well-known.

Right there, Jeffrey felt his pulse increase and at the same time his blood pressure drop, a strange combination of reactions but it was the most appropriate. His partner would really be the detective who had been his role model for all these years! Jeffrey really didn't know if his heart could handle another good news. He felt that at that moment, he was ready to fight God... or become him.

He quickly stood up from his desk chair, almost knocking over all of his things in his wake, but that was the least of his worries. He ran through his house until he reached the landline in the living room, quickly dialing his mother's number to call her and tell her the incredible news. Maybe they could get together for a meal to celebrate; it had been a long time since Jeffrey had tried his mother's glorious meat empanadas or his father's salads.

Long hours later, almost at night, Jeffrey returned home from dinner with his parents. Both were proud to see their son take the first step towards his dream. And Jeffrey was even more proud, totally bursting with emotion every time he remembered that email in his computer inbox. The celebration wasn't over though, at least not for him, as he quickly went to the kitchen to get his most expensive whiskey which he only drank when something good happened. In this situation, he would deserve to drink the whole bottle in one gulp. 'Fondo blanco', his mother would say.

But since tomorrow was his first day, he didn't want to stay up late, so he would have just a glass or two while watching TV, maybe some funny show while he relaxed a little.

One, two, three, four, five... six, Jeffrey had lost count of how many drinks he had already had while watching TV. His mind going blank as the alcohol calmed his nerves, his excitement... practically knocking him out, leaving him asleep on the couch.

It seemed like two seconds had passed since Jeffrey closed his eyes, opening them wide suddenly when the morning sun came through the window illuminating the entire living room, and the ringing of the landline phone next to him on a small table.

With a grunt and his body against him, he reached for the phone, answering it with his head exploding with a hangover. He had to learn that it wasn't good to drink so much to celebrate... especially not the damn day before his first day of work.

"Hello?..." Jeffrey spoke, slurring his words a little but trying to keep his voice steady, rubbing his eyes with his free hand.

It took a few seconds for the other man on the line to respond, clearing his throat before speaking. "Good morning. Mr Harker? Is everything okay? I remind you that you have to report to the office today for your first day of work. Did something happen?" The man said in a serious but intrigued tone.

But Jeffrey was no longer there, having run off, leaving the phone hanging as soon as he heard the word 'office', leaving the other man talking to himself. He had slept late and had been drinking on top of that, can't you do anything right, Jeffrey?!

He turned his house upside down as he searched for his clothes to get ready as quickly as possible, not bothering to comb his hair at the moment. Once dressed, he took his blue ink pen and put it in his jacket pocket, his cigarettes which he put in the other pocket and one which he placed in his mouth to save time.

He sprayed himself with as much cologne as possible to mask the smell of last night's whiskey. And once supposedly ready, Jeffrey grabbed his keys and wallet, running out of his house and rushing as fast as he could to the office, which luckily wasn't too far away, maybe about... five or six blocks?

Shit, shit, shit!

Turns out his partner had gotten tired of waiting for him and left for the crime scene, so now Jeffrey had to head there. Perfect! He was late for the office, and now he was late for the crime scene where he would meet his idol... and partner. He wanted to shoot himself in the head, but he hadn't been given his gun yet to do so.

The worst of all? Halfway through, Jeffrey realized that he had brought his pen but not his notebook to take notes... This could be the worst day he was having, and on top of that, on his first day of work. But there was no time for regrets anymore, he had to get to that scene before his partner hates him more than he possibly does.

After a lot of running, Jeffrey finally arrived at the crime scene. His chest ached from his lungs heaving as he breathed in the freezing air of the extremely cold day. But soon his body heated up from the nerves of realizing that he would now have to go to his partner and apologize for being late. Hell, Jeffrey hadn't even had breakfast... It has nothing to do with the situation but it also affected his mood.

He walked into the scene, waving at the police officers standing guard as he looked around for his partner... until he found him, near the body, things Jeffrey would have to get used to. He approached him, his lips holding the cigarette nervously, a cigarette he had not yet lit in his hurry to get there.

"I'm very, very sorry for being late... E-Ehh my neighbor played music really loud last night and... and I fell asleep late, but I'm here now!" It was a pretty weak excuse, even more so with his nerves evident in his stupid, awkward smile.

Meanwhile, Jeffrey tried to search for his cigarette lighter in his pockets... realizing that he had also left it at home... And on top of that, his cigarette was backwards, but he still didn't realize that.