Second Chances: A Mystery To Cry For.
A Simon & Simon/Six Million Dollar Man Crossover
When Rick and A.J. are invited to take part in
a Murder Mystery weekend, they find someone is playing for keeps.
(This is a work of fiction. No money is being made on it, and the
characters are owned by Universal
and are only being borrowed for a little while. .)
Prologue
She was being carried, screaming for her husband. Wearing a long white gown, she saw herself struggling as the faceless man dragged her up the stone staircase, then over to a balcony overlooking a moat. Suddenly she saw two men, fighting their way to her, "No!" she mouthed, then she was in mid-air, trying to grab hold of anything before she hit the dark waters below. Above she witnessed her would-be rescuers leaning over, reaching for her. It was too late; she was plummeting to her death.
"Rick!" she called, then found she was in bed, her husband holding her in his arms as she gasped for breath.
"Darlin', it's all right, you're safe, just a bad dream", he comforted her. "Rick, it was so vivid, so awful! I was being dragged away from you up a staircase then over a balcony to a moat, like one of those old horror movies!" she told him, burying her face in his chest.
"Sweetheart, no more spook stories before bed, I mean it! You're as bad as Robbie used to be, except you insisted on watching "The Classic"!", he mock complained. Finally calm, Laurie leaned against Rick as he stroked her face, then kissed him.
"I'm sorry, Rick, you're right, just a nightmare. I promise, no more Uncle Vinny films for our movie night, I'll let you pick next time!"
Smiling, he kissed her then lay down, pulling her next to him. "It's a date, my angel, now let's go back to sleep!"
As they both drifted off, a little shiver ran through her, only to be quashed by Rick's tightening of his arms, as if to reassure her.
A Simon & Simon/Six Million Dollar Man Crossover
When Rick and A.J. are invited to take part in
a Murder Mystery weekend, they find someone is playing for keeps.
(This is a work of fiction. No money is being made on it, and the
characters are owned by Universal
and are only being borrowed for a little while. .)
Prologue
She was being carried, screaming for her husband. Wearing a long white gown, she saw herself struggling as the faceless man dragged her up the stone staircase, then over to a balcony overlooking a moat. Suddenly she saw two men, fighting their way to her, "No!" she mouthed, then she was in mid-air, trying to grab hold of anything before she hit the dark waters below. Above she witnessed her would-be rescuers leaning over, reaching for her. It was too late; she was plummeting to her death.
"Rick!" she called, then found she was in bed, her husband holding her in his arms as she gasped for breath.
"Darlin', it's all right, you're safe, just a bad dream", he comforted her. "Rick, it was so vivid, so awful! I was being dragged away from you up a staircase then over a balcony to a moat, like one of those old horror movies!" she told him, burying her face in his chest.
"Sweetheart, no more spook stories before bed, I mean it! You're as bad as Robbie used to be, except you insisted on watching "The Classic"!", he mock complained. Finally calm, Laurie leaned against Rick as he stroked her face, then kissed him.
"I'm sorry, Rick, you're right, just a nightmare. I promise, no more Uncle Vinny films for our movie night, I'll let you pick next time!"
Smiling, he kissed her then lay down, pulling her next to him. "It's a date, my angel, now let's go back to sleep!"
As they both drifted off, a little shiver ran through her, only to be quashed by Rick's tightening of his arms, as if to reassure her.