As they rounded the corner, her heart thudded pushing the blood loudly through her veins. "Wait!" she cried out, she couldn't bear the thought of losing him yet again.
He turned around, his eyes filled with sympathy. He'd never seen her this fragile. He wanted nothing more than to pull her into a tight embrace and just run away from all of their problems. But that's not what they did; all he could do was say something reassuring. "Come on we have to get this guy," he motioned with his hand for her to follow, but she stopped him with her arm pushing past him gun poised.
"What's keeping me here?" she thought. She could lose everything in an instant because her everything was standing right behind her with a reassuring hand on her shoulder. Just then the suspect jumped out of from behind a trash can in the alley, he too equipped with a gun.
"Come on detective; I dare you to shoot me," he barked out, almost as if he thought she couldn't do it. He was grossly mistaken. She fired two shots, one at each knee. With that he collapsed on the ground, but it all seemed too easy. There had to be something or someone else waiting around the next corner.
Meanwhile, her partner celebrated behind her. "Not so fast," she whispered. "There's got to be something else out there. He wouldn't just make it this easy." Just as she saw a man jump out to attack him, that annoying alarm started beeping.
"Ugh not again," she thought while prying her sleep laden eyes open. This was the third time that week that she'd had that dream. It always ended at the same point, just before he got killed. She knew it wasn't real, but she couldn't help thinking it was her subconscious trying to send a message. As she stepped into the shower, she turned up the water until it was scalding. She needed the heat to clear her head. There was no way around it now; if she didn't tell him how she really felt she'd continue to have these awful nightmares. She dressed in a hurry, probably in clothes that completely clashed. She didn't care, the part of her that believed in her dreams had to make sure that he was at least ok.
When she walked into the precinct he was already there waiting by her desk. He looked just as worried as she felt. She came up behind him and said, "Wow, you're here early. What did someone reset your alarm clock?"
He jumped, not expecting to see her so early either. That dream had made him so worried. He had to come in early, just to make sure she was ok. "No I just had this terrible nightmare. I was worried about you that's all," he admitted.
"Really? I had a nightmare too," she said looking at him intensely. He pulled her into the break room then, certain that what he had to tell her was not something that should be said in public. "What is it?" she asked, even though she followed him willingly she had to make it appear as things between them always did, with him chasing after her like a lost puppy. But she knew this wasn't the truth, she needed him just as much as he needed her.
"I'm so glad you're ok," he said while stroking her cheek lovingly. "I just…" he trailed off when she pulled him into a fierce embrace, burying her face in his shoulder.
"I thought you were dead," she rasped out, her voice thick with the tears she was desperately holding back, "I thought I would never get the chance to tell you how much I l…." Just then somebody walked in.