Yes I am back folks and with a new story. I am excited by the show for the first time in months and I decided to try a new story idea! Hope ya'll like it and please shower me in reviews. Its been so long since i have had any I think I may be suffering from withdrawl!! LOL Read away and hope you like it!!!
Ps. I will finish Unexpected some time but I am at a block with that one. Hopefully when the Muse of that story returns I will finish it.
Reunited
This is an AU fic. Natalie does not know the Buchanan's and John is still in the FBI A/N
I do not own the characters they are owned by ABC and though they re
abused there I will try not to abuse them any more than necessary.
Anyone with any complaints can e-mail 1
'Shit! What do I do now?' Natalie Balsom thought as she stared down at the unconscious body at her feet.
Her hands trembled and her body shook with shock tremors. Her long red hair was matted and damp with sweat and blood, her clothes were also covered with blood spatter. Her once white shirt had copious amounts of Orin Jenkins' blood.
Her mind kept replaying the horror of what happened just minutes before...
"Is it ok if I leave now, it's slow tonight?" asked Martina. She had a date and business was slow that night. Natalie
glanced over from the register at her friend and co-worker and smiled.
"Sure. It's slow anyway. I think I might close early anyway." As was
her right since she was the owner of the small novelty shop. They sold
everything from naughty books to weird paper airplanes. She actually
had a regular customer who bought those paper airplanes in an attempt
to seduce men. She was nuttier than a fruitcake but she was a paying
customer... "Thanks you're the best boss ever!" Martina gushed.
She headed to the back of the store to get her stuff together then bid
Natalie good night. Natalie smiled somewhat wistfully as she
disappeared out of sight. To be that carefree again, She actually
couldn't remember being that excited about something as simple as a
first date. For the last 2 years her life had been poured into getting
'Natalie's' off the ground. Heading into the back for some
cleaning supplies she didn't hear the door open as someone came into
the store. Holding the 409 and a rag she came back out intending to
clean the windows while she waited for someone to come in. As she
rounded the doorway she stopped dead as she came face to face with a
very large man dressed in black. Holding a deadly looking gun. "You! Give me all your money!" The guy demanded gruffly. His voice distorted by the Halloween mask he had covering his face. Natalie
stood there frozen for a second then rushed to the register and opened
it up. Scared out pf her mind she didn't think about trying to fight
him. He was big and mean and had a gun. She set down the cleaning spray
with a 'thunk' as she got the cash drawer open. The gunman
handed her a small black bag and said, "all of it. NOW" He lifted the
gun a little higher to further get his point across. Natalie
emptied the drawer into the bag and handed it to him with fingers that
shook. She jumped when he snatched it out of her hand. Then her eyes
widened in sheer terror as she saw him lift gun up, aiming directly at
her head. She stared into his eyes, the only part of his face visible
thru the mask, and knew he intended to kill her. With out thinking she
grabbed the bottle of 409 and squirted it directly into his eyes just
as he pulled the trigger on the gun. "AHHHHHH!" the man screamed as the chemicals burned his eyes. He leapt at her in rage squeezing the trigger twice more. Natalie
dived behind the counter and scrambled away as the gun fired off again.
On her hands and knees she crawled over to the nearest display and
grabbed the closest thing she could find to defend herself. The
next moment she was thrown to the ground and the man was on top of her
his hands around her neck. She took the glass paperweight that she had
grabbed and brought it down onto the back of the guys' head. He roared
in pain and jumped off her, blood from his wound dripping on the floor.
He grabbed his gun again and aimed it at her once more. Natalie
thru the paper weight at him and ran thru the next isle. She grabbed a
Letter opener from the shelf to use as a knife just in time. He had
torn the mask off and Natalie could see he was enraged as the man ran
towards her. She could see he was intent on punishing her for hitting
him and she tried to run away. It was too late however and he grabbed her by the arm and threw her onto the ground. Natalie
thinking, rightfully so, that he was going to rape her, brought the
letter opener up and jammed it into his stomach. Blood poured out of
the wound and onto her as she shoved him off. The guy lay there
silently but Natalie could see that he was still alive. Though not for
long if she didn't call for help.
She had been there for hours now sitting in the uncomfortable chair talking to one of Atlantic City's finest. After she had called 911 the cops and ambulance had come and taken the robber away. She had been asked the same questions over and over again. She was tired and horrified and just wanted to go home and to bed.
The guy was going to live but that's all they would tell her about him. Event though when the older detective had seen the guy's face he had turned dead white and then his face had turned red with rage. He had gone to the other cops and they had all reacted with varying degrees of horror and rage and Natalie didn't know why.
All she knew was that they had called the FBI and she had to wait here until they got there.
John McBain was elated as he headed for the Atlantic City police department. Not only had a cop killer been caught there was also a witness that could put him away for a long, long time. Orin Jenkins was in stable condition at the AC hospital and had guards on him at all times. He had gone on a crime spree 6 months earlier that had resulted in 4 civilians and 2 cops killed in a blood shoot out with police. Yet the man had gotten off on a technicality. Now they had the chance to put him away for life and he was there to make sure that it didn't get screwed up again. And to make sure the Witness stayed alive long enough to testify.
In the past anytime Orin had been caught the witness to the crime would either mysteriously disappear or suddenly have an unfortunate accident.
John didn't usually take care of witness himself but in this case it was a priority matter and he had been specially assigned to this detail. Because of the serious crimes Orin had committed it was especially important to get him locked up and away from the public, it was election year after all and the public wanted justice for its fallen citizens.
He didn't have all the details yet about the witness so he would have to get up to speed when he got there. All he knew was there had a female about 25 years of age at the store Orin had tried to rob. Apparently she had hit him in the head and then stabbed him with a letter opener in an effort to save her own life. 'Brave girl' he mused silently as he pulled into the parking lot with his FBI issue sedan.
Getting out he ran a hand thru his unruly hair wishing for the millionth time that he had taken the time to get it cut. He strode purposefully into the station, his long stride covering the ground quickly. He headed straight for the Chief's office and knocked at the door.
He was bid enter and he did. After a few minutes both he and the Chief came back out of the office and they headed directly for the desk where Natalie was seated.
As John walked over to speak to the witness he was struck by how familiar she seemed, even with her back turned to him he felt like he knew her.
"Natalie" The chief spoke and she turned around, "this is FBI Agent..."
"John McBain!" It was Natalie who finished his sentence. Her face as shocked as her eyes as she took in a face she hadn't seen in more than 5 years.
"Natalie Bolsom!" John said, equally as shocked to see her again.
They stared at each other for a moment then Natalie got up and embraced John in a friendly hug,
"So I guess you two have already met, huh?" The chief said smiling slightly despite the events of earlier.
to be continued...