Part 1...
She wanted to prove herself worthy.
("I'll do it")
She wanted to be strong.
("I'm Beth")
But all she can remember is the gun and the low shrill of the smoke bomb going off
"WHO ARE YOU!", WHO ARE YOU!"
Lindsay woke screaming in the night. Her sweat-drenched nightgown clinging to her petite frame. Raking her hands through her sweaty hair, she stumbled to the bathroom and threw up.
She thought she could handle it. She thought she could make it. But she can't.
After she rinsed her mouth, she went to the bathtub and filled up the tub with scalding hot water. The hotter the water was, the more it would wash away all the bad memories of the undercover sting.
Burning away the bad images, the wonderful images came into the picture. His strong, muscular arms closing in on her small frame, making sure she was alright. She saw the love in his eyes and she felt the same love.
But she failed.
She didn't deserve his love.
Not now, not ever.
She slowly emerged herself in the water, going deeper and deeper into darkness.
The smoke filled the apartment.
"LINDSAY!""
Can't find her.
"LINDSAY!''''
Her screaming woke him from his nightmare. He couldn't believe that he let her go into that building. He tried to stop her but because he loved her so, he let her go.
He let her go.
He has this gut feeling.
That something was wrong, and he had to get to her now.
to be continued...