[ TT ] You are a recently deceased detective . God took you early as he has need of you . For the first time ever , there has been a murder in heaven .

He was formless, infinite. Yet he was right in front of me. His voice sounded as if it came from everywhere at once. From all around me, and even from within me. The pitch sounded like nothing I've ever heard, but more than once I thought it sounded familiar. He was a paradox. He was a certainty. 
 
 He was God. 
 
 But I'm getting ahead of myself. My name is Kara. In life I was a decorated homicide detective. I was a mother, a wife, and a sister. Despite seeing some of the worst humanity had to offer, I managed to keep my faith. That's not to say there were no dark times. PTSD was the official diagnosis. However, it was n't a gun, mine or otherwise, that took me. I ca n't say I remember how it happened. I had just wrapped up a case and was on my way to lunch. Suddenly I blinked and there I was, standing before The Almighty in the greenest fields under the bluest skies that my eyes have ever witnessed. 
 
 `` I am sorry my child, but your reward must wait, for I have much needed of your services.'' 
 
 `` What's happening? How did I get here? Where's my family?'' I was in hysterics. Sure I was a believer. And of course I still am. But all I could think about were my two children and my husband. Yet as suddenly I had started to worry, my mind quickly shifted gears. A detective's mindset is never turned off, and my mind felt as if someone had flipped a light on in a dark room. 
 
 `` I'm standing in Heaven right now, are n't I? 
 
 `` Yes'' came the timeless voice. 
 
 `` Yet I'm remembering and feeling everything from my mortal life. Everything. I'm concerned about my kids. My husband. But this is paradise. I'm not supposed to be worried about anything. I'm supposed to be living in eternal bliss, and turn around and see my family join me in this.... place outside of time.'' 
 
 `` Go on, Kara'' When he said my name I felt a warmth in my chest, like the feeling you get when your mother or father holds you close and tells you everything will be alright. 
 
 `` Why allow me entry into Heaven, but.... deny? Is that's what's happened? I'm here, but I'm not actually supposed to be here? How is that possible?'' 
 
 `` Because, my child, I have taken you before your time. You are here as a guest, for lack of a better word-'' 
 
 `` Does the Father not have a better wor-'' 
 
 `` Not one you would comprehend.'' My curiosity can get the better of my mouth sometimes. 
 
 `` I know it can. Kara you are in a superposition of states, of existence. You have passed on yet you still remain alive. It is because I have taken you before your time, for I had to.'' 
 
 `` What's going on?'' 
 
 `` Kara, there has been a death in Heaven. A murder.'' 
 
 There was a long pause. He patiently waiting. Me trying to understand that this whole thing was actually happening. I mean what? A murder in Heaven? That very statement is.... I mean after you die you go to Heaven. You're already dead. 
 
 `` You are correct in your reasoning, my child.'' I had to get used to this. 
 
 `` It was n't a person was it? A human? It was an angel.'' 
 
 `` Yes.'' 
 
 `` Before we continue I have to know. Why me? I'm a metropolitan homicide detective in a city that, in the grand scheme of it all, really has no significance. You have a murder in Paradise, which frankly goes against everything I've ever read and studied, and you choose me? Why me?'' 
 
 `` You do not know it,'' He replied, `` but you are the greatest detective in human history.'' 
 
 `` But I have n't done anything special! There was once case involving a serial killer, but as awful as this sounds, those are n't that rare anymore.'' 
 
 `` You are the best detective not because of your conviction record, but because of your abilities. Your skill is, and will always be, unmatched by any other human past or present. You just simply have not been given an obstacle that truly matches what you are able to do. Until now, at least.'' 
 
 `` But you are God, the Creator, the Father. As great as I am, as I could be, why would you need < i > my < /i > help? You're omnipotent! I mean, how could you possibly take me BEFORE my time? If this is what I'm meant to do than how could it not be my time?'' 
 
 `` That, my child, is something you will come to understand during your investigation. If you decide to help your Father.'' 
 
 I looked down, for the first time. I was actually standing in that field. I had form. My form. I was wearing the exact same clothes I was wearing before I arrived. My brown pantsuit and black shoes. I felt my hair. It was still in a bun. Even my earrings and wedding ring were where they should be. This was actually happening. I knew everything would be alright, even though my entire idea of Christianity had just been turned upside down. I had a job to do. `` You already know my answer,'' I flatly stated `` show me the body.'' 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Ok so this is my first real attempt at this. If you want more just let me know! If not, then still let me know! 
 
 
 

