Sociopath - of, relating to, or characterized by asocial or antisocial behavior or exhibiting antisocial personality disorder
She reached for him and they kissed. Tim wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her close while one hand held her head, tangled in her glossy hair. The adrenaline still surged through him. So close too close.
Their frantic escape, the sound of the screaming tires, the angry shouts, and the stinging zip of the bullets passing by their heads roared through his head. She had a deep bloody graze on the side of her head where a bullet had just missed her which was now dripping hot blood down the side of her face. So close, too close. He wiped it away with his thumb smearing it and kissed her deeply, passionately again. Images of her body slumped to the ground riddled with bullets spun through his head and he tried to erase them with his desperate hungry kiss.
She pulled away out of breath and smiled "I'm sorry Tim"
"For what?"
"For this"
Tim felt the pain a fraction of a second after the long silver blade pierced his side. His eyes grew wide as he struggled to comprehend what was happening. He still gripped her in his arms but now he held her for support as the pain and shock washed over him. She pulled the bloodied blade out and threw it aside into the grass at the side of the road. A huge welling of blood seemed to gush warm and wet down his side His brain seemed to be acting in slow motion giving him reports moments after he needed them.
He looked at her his big green eyes imploring. "I,…I don't understand?"
"I told you I don't do hospitals Tim" She blinked several times and stepped forward slowly lowering him to the ground. She rapidly took his jacket off as he cried out in pain as the twisting motion flooded the remains of his white shirt with his blood. She wadded it up and shoved it against the stab wound grabbing his hand and forcing him to hold it there.
"Why?" He cried out to her his voice harsh and breaking.
She simply reached into his pocket and opened his phone. "Gibbs, you find him on the side of the road. Lockhart Street. Down by the docks. If you need it track the phone. I will leave it on. Oh and bring an ambulance" With that she tossed the phone over her shoulder to land meters from the knife. She stood and paused for a moment then bent down and kissed him gently on the forehead.
"Thanks for saving me" With that she turned on her heel and hopped into the Porsche.
The last sight Tim saw before he passed out on the rough ground were the wheels of his car spinning as the car leapt forward in a cloud of dust and rocks and drove away from him.
She slipped her sunglasses on to cover her eyes as she stepped on the accelerator and steered the Porsche out onto the road. She didn't want him to see her tears, that would spoil it all. Her heart ached at the betrayal in his eyes. He had to learn it sometime. At least he had learnt it at the hands of someone who cared for him.
Her throat constricted and she allowed herself to sob. He was a smart guy he would figure it out. He was a Federal Agent and she was on the FBI's 50 Most Wanted List. In fact after today she had probably gone up a few more spots. There was never going to be white picket fences in their future together and they had always known that. Perhaps that was part of the attraction.
He would be ok. It would hurt but Gibbs wouldn't be far away. He never was. She hadn't hit anything vital. Still there was always the risk of infection…. Of him bleeding out. Alone in the dust on the side of road. No that wouldn't happen! That wasn't the way it was going to work. It wasn't the way they worked.
No concentrate. He would be fine. She was the one to worry. The car was too recognizable, she had to get away to somewhere safe and then ditch it. She sped the car even faster through the traffic considering her plans.
(Just in case any of you have been wondering what I have been writing when I have taken too long to update Elflord Mistress, Waiting or You've got to Fight for the Right to Party or... Precious )