A/N I would like to thank my Beta Reader clemsongirl26 for all her help.
Chapter 1
Don was driving home from another long day at work. Home. That was where his very pregnant wife was. Even after a hard day at work the thought of her brought a smile to his face. They had been married for three years now. He decided to call and see if she needed anything. He didn't want to go back out when one of her cravings hit.
"Hello?" she answered groggily.
"Did I wake you?" he asked.
"No, kiddo stopped kicking so I rested my eyes for a while."
"Do you need anything?" he asked.
"Chocolate ice cream and skittles sounds good right now."
"Well, I guess that is not as bad as the tacos and peanut butter you ate the other day," he said with a grimace.
She laughed, he loved that laugh.
"All right, I'll stop and get your things, then I will be home," he said.
"Ok. See you soon. Love you."
"I love you too," he said then hung up the phone.
He stopped by the store and got her chocolate ice cream and skittles. He parked on the side of the apartment building like he always did. He grabbed the bag out of the car, shut the door, and turned around to see a gun pointed at his head.
"Give me your wallet and keys now!" he man growled.
"Ok take it easy," Don said reaching for his wallet hoping he didn't see his gun.
"DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!" the man screamed snatching the wallet and keys.
That was when Don heard the popping noise. He felt a sharp pain in his chest and his body fell to the ground. He saw someone standing over him pushing on his chest. It burned so bad. He heard a voice say something about his wife. He tried to ask about his wife, and he was reassured that she was ok. Then the darkness took over him.
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Benny Handson and Mark Walden were standing at the apartment building door. Mark was waiting to start his shift as door man. Mark had only worked there for a year trying to pay for college; he had to work three jobs. Benny had been working there for thirty years, and he loved it. They were standing there talking about the game when they heard a shot. Mark saw a man run away from around the corner. Mark ran around the corner followed by Benny to see a bleeding man on the ground.
"It's Detective Flack," Mark gasped.
"Call 911 now!" Benny said.
Benny quickly put pressure on the wound.
"Now what should I do?" Mark asked helplessly.
"Go inside and make sure his wife doesn't come outside," Benny said.
He watched Mark head back to the apartments.
"My baby" Flack moaned.
"Don't worry your wife is fine. You're going to be fine, you're going to get to hold your baby," Benny soothed.
Benny mashed harder on the wound to stop the blood from seeping through his fingers. He almost cried when he watched the young man's eyes roll into the back of his head.
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Stella placed a hand on her large belly as she tried to call Don. He wasn't answering his phone and that scared her. That was when she heard a shot, it sounded close. She had to go see what happened, what kind of detective would she be if she didn't? As she got off the elevator Mark walked through the front door.
"Mark, what happened? The shot sounded close," she asked the pale door man.
"Um someone was shot, but help is on the way," he stuttered.
"Is Don out there? Did he see what happened?" she asked as went to go out the door.
Mark quickly stepped in front of her.
"Mark, I've seen a body before. Let me go talk to Don," she demanded.
"I can't do that Mrs. Flack," he said quietly.
"Mark, did Don get hurt?" she asked as panic filled her body.
His quietness was all it took for her to break down. She tried her best to get out the door, but Mark stayed strong. When she finally stopped fighting, he lead her to a chair where she sobbed.