Here is the first chapter to the sequel of Safe! I'm using either real or stage names, so hopefully you can decided between them. I don't own anything but my character Alex! Enjoy and tell me what you think! Enjoy ;)

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He tossed and turned in a pool of cold sweat, the sheets of his bed sticking to his skin. His body jolted in violent movement and his mouth doing the same, mumbling incoherent words and sounds.

Finn had done this time and time again- every night to be exact. His sleep was always restless as he haunted by his own dreams.

They'd always be the same- locked in an all glass room by himself while a mystery dark haired girl lay outside the door, bleeding like a stuck pig.

He would scream and shout, pounding his fists against the glass door but no matter how loud he'd get, it was no match for the eerie silence all around. It was drowning.

But something was different tonight.

The dark haired girl slowly rose to her feet and stared at him with the saddest of eyes ringed in black, red lipstick smudged and gun in her hand.

Finn reached out, trying to bust through the door in his dream but with all his might he couldn't.

So he watched as this girl he swore he'd seen before rose the gun slowly, settling at the spot between his eyes. The room was no more- now the two standing mere inches away from one another.

All he could do was stand there as if his feet were stuck to the ground, unable to move even if he tried.

Her eyes bore deep into his as she cocked the gun, her lips trembling.

His dreams would usually end the same- a subtle unknown voice whispering 'I love you', but now he could put a face to those words as she was the one who spoke them.

BANG!

Finn shot up in his bed like a bullet, his eyes wide as he made out his surroundings back in the real world. His heart raced in his chest, his breathing so loud and erratic he was sure he'd wake the sleeping blonde woman beside him.

So he stepped out of the bed, slowly creeping to the door of the room he was staying in. He sunk right down to the ground, his head in his hands going through every detail played out in his mind.

Who was this girl?

And why did he have the feeling he'd seen her before? Let alone tell her he loved her?

Something was missing, like the pieces of the puzzle had been scattered and mismatched.

His whole mind felt rattled as he tried to make sense of this dream and this girl.

Who was she?

And what the hell was his own mind trying to tell him about her?

xXx

"Hands behind your back! NOW!"

"Come on Point Break, we don't have all day."

Jon grabbed a hold of the shaggy haired culprit, snapping the handcuffs tightly around his wrists. The guy tried his best to flee once again but Jon's whimsical partner Nick pulled the guy to his feet and led him straight to the back of the cop car, shoving him in.

"Finally!" Nick exclaimed, slamming the door shut, "We got this fucker."

"Goddamn miracle huh?" Jon chuckled.

It'd been a slow year of petty patrolling the streets of Cincinnati, significantly different than going after all sorts of gangs and drug dealers, lords. This new "thrill" in life and career wasn't exactly what he remembered when he first started years ago- arresting a few bad guys here and there and house calls- but it's the sacrifice he wanted to make for the sake of his family.

"Most action I've seen in days thanks to this bastard," Nick teased, shining the culprit the middle finger for spitting on the inside of the window.

"Don't know whether that's a good or bad thing," Jon chuckled.

"So what're we even charging him with? Being an asshole?"

"Break and enter, theft… Almost obstructing a police officer if I didn't get his ass to the ground in time," Jon listed, leaning against the front end of the car.

"We should throw asshole in there too. See what Hunter thinks about that."

"He'd wonder if the paper work was about you or the other blonde dream boat back there."

"Ha, ha."

Jon slipped into the driver's seat, and Nick in the passenger's. The back seat was enclosed with bullet proof glass, the culprit banging his head and screaming for no one to hear.

Nick banged on the glass, yelling for the guy to shut the fuck up as Jon pulled onto the street, leading them back to the station with their less than precious cargo in the back.

"Hey, you coming out with us tonight? We're checking out some new spot in town, the whole precinct."

Jon shook his head. "Nah, man...Got dinner with my girl over at Joe's."

"Man it's been forever... How's he doing? What about Antonio?" Nick asked reminiscing when it used to be the four them running the DEA wild.

Jon shrugged. "Cesaro's got a girl now."

Nick bursted into laughter. "What? Has hell frozen over? Because I think it has."

"Yeah, no shit."

"So who's this zoo keeper?"

"She's Alex' boss, down at the clinic... She's a doctor."

"What in the blue hell? A doctor? And him? How the hell is that even possible?"

"Don't know, man..."

"Man... You must be missing that loony toon, huh?"

Jon shrugged again. He might not have missed Antonio entirely but he did miss their so called adventures and the thrill that was his career just a year ago.

But but this was life now... Sitting a cop car, day in and day out, for hours at a time without as much as one call a day.

He began to wonder if it was really, really worth it, especially with the screaming sack of shit in the back seat.

xXx

Alex sat behind her desk at the clinic, counting down the mere minutes left till the clock struck nine- the end of another work week.

Five minutes to go and how she was this impatient was beyond her.

Maybe she just missed Jon... A little too much. It'd been a busy week juggling work, night classes and the kids- making it impossible for any alone time with him. So yeah, she did miss him a whole lot, and why time was fucking around with her she didn't know.

"Hey you," Emma smiled, resting her arms against the desk. She was the little blonde Aussie doctor, the owner of the clinic and strangely Antonio's girlfriend.

"Before you leave I just wanted to tell you I should have your results back in time for Monday."

"Really? That's great... If I wasn't so nervous."

"Come on... Babies are fun."

"You just want more pictures for that prestigious wall of yours, don't you?" Alex asked, pointing to the Hall of Baby Fame as Emma called it- a wall dedicated to the babies she delivered in her entire career.

"One more wouldn't hurt," she shrugged.

"Yeah, well, I guess we'll see Monday."

"Yes we will," Emma smiled again, giddy from all this baby talk.

"You need a ride home tonight?"

"No thanks... Jon is picking me up."

"I would say don't do anything I wouldn't do but I guess you beat me to it... At Least that's what it's probably going to say Monday," Emma teased.

"You're evil."

Emma pulled out her keys, backing towards the front door. "Of course... I'm a doctor. I'll see you Monday, momma!"

Alex smiled, getting up from her seat to shut off the lights to the clinic. She stood for a second, hand on her stomach as she pondered the idea of having another baby.

Which wasn't entirely a bad thing... She'd been with Jon for over a year and a half and they lived together- everything in their lives were stable, like it was supposed to be.

She smiled to herself thinking how crazy she was for having any doubts about having a baby... Especially with the one man she loved more than anything.

She pulled her jacket through her arms, zipping the zipper and grabbing her belongings before heading out the door to see Jon's car parked out front.

"Hey there officer," she giggled, locking the front door.

He was propped on the hood of his car, dressed in his police uniform. His usual slicked back hair was messy, draped over his eyes. That devilish smirk on his face made her sweat, hot flashes galore...

"What is this? Am I being arrested?" She played along, inching closer and closer to the car.

He hoped off the hood, his towering frame shadowing over her as she looked up. "Looks that way, doesn't it sweetheart?" his cool, rugged voice oozed.

"Well I'm willing to get out of it... I'll do anything," she whispered, hands on his chest and a smile on her lips.

"And I mean anything."

She stood on her tippy toes, her lips pressed against his. "This is a first," she mumbled.

"That's why I'm doing it," he mumbled against her lips, picking her up in his arms.

"You better hope to God no one thinks you're on duty."

Jon chuckled, pressing her against the car. "Don't worry... This is all for you."

Alex moaned softly as his hands traveled down her sides, unaware for a quick second that they were outside in the parking lot giving who ever, if anyone, a show. "We should go... Before Nicole calls us in as missing persons."

Jon thought for a second at how true that statement was... Nicole was like that- prim and proper, on time for everything and expecting the same from others. "She can wait," he chuckled, pulling Alex to the car.

"For what?"

"Gotta break in this uniform," he smirked, kissing her. "And that back seat."

This was new... Exciting.

"Get in the back," he ordered, opening the car door, all authoritive-like. The look in his eyes was lustful, it was excitement. He quite enjoyed this kinky idea he conjured up his sleeve.

And so did Alex.

She slipped into the back seat and for a moment Jon just stared instead of pouncing right on top of her. This beautiful women who lay on her back, her legs raised and knees together and playing with her hair was the definition of tease. Pure, goddamn painful tease that is.

But that was okay. He really didn't mind that much.

'Cause at the end of the night, this tease was all his.

Whether it be the bedroom or the back seat of his car, he didn't care as long as it was her.

"Officer Shaw, I think you need to put those handcuffs to good use."