Damaged Goods

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The small bell on the door tinkered as Cammie Morgan exited, small paper bag in hand as she walked to her car. She was just getting over the common cold when bronchitis set in. So, like any person would do, she went to the doctor and he prescribed her a Z-Pac to help get rid of the crud.

As she found her car, she pressed a small button on her keys and the headlights lit up as the car honked. It was a funny little honk, coming from a vintage red and white striped Volkswagen bug. She had just started to pull on the door handle when the sound of a gunshot interrupted her.

She hurriedly ran down the sidewalk, medicine forgotten, and made her way to the Roseville town gazebo. When she got there, she saw a fairly tall man pointing a gun at another. She immediately recognized the injured man as Josh Abrams, from the pharmacy.

She ran to help him but a sharp voice stopped her in her tracks, "Stop!"

She slowly turned to look at the man with the gun and slowly reached to her hip where a holster was hidden, holding a 2-inch barrel Ruger pistol.

She was permitted to carry a concealed weapon, because well, she was part of the Secret Service. She had only been stationed in Roseville, Virginia for a while, but in that while, she had never seen much violence. I guess this broke that good streak.

The man in possession of the handgun glanced at her with a steely blue gaze.

"Ma'am, please don't step any closer. This man is dangerous."

Cammie almost wanted to laugh, but she refrained. She knew that Josh wasn't dangerous. Hell, he was one of her good friends. She kept her hand on the pistol at her hip and gave him a sharp look.

"Sir, please put the gun down."

The man slowly lowered his arm, but kept his eye on Josh.

Cammie walked towards the man warily and gently took the gun from him.

The police had now started to show up, but they didn't approach the three people at the gazebo yet.

Cammie kept her eye on Josh but turned to the man.

"Sir, I would like you to explain what has gone on here," she commanded.

The man answered, "This man here was trying to rape that girl over there!"

Cammie had just noticed a petite blonde girl in the shadows of the gazebo, "Lizzie?"

The girl's blue eyes met Cammie's green ones and she barely managed to smile, "Cam."

Cammie was furious, but she turned back to the man, needing to know the rest of his story.

Feeling her urge, he started, "After I approached them, he yelled at me, telling me that she was his girl. Then he pulled that gun on me," he gestured to the 3.57 magnum that Cammie now held, "I managed to get it away from him, and I shot him in self-defense."

By now, two police officers had come up to the scenario and pulled the man's arms behind his back and cuffed him. He struggled with them, "I didn't do anything wrong!" But they weren't listening.

Cammie knew the true story and tried to help, "Don't struggle with them. It'll only make it worse for you," she said and he stopped and looked her in the eyes.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"I'm Cammie, you?" she said.

"I'm Zach. Zach Goode."

And that's when she knew that she would do anything possible to help this man out.

Because it was the right thing to do.

And okay, let's admit it.

He was really attractive, too.

an: um.. yeah. it will be continued if i get some reviews on how it is.

thoughts?

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