I don't own any DM characters—Evelyn and Ewen are mine though. This is the story following my original DM fic-Cheyenne Walker Sloan. Story takes three years after Cheyenne Walker Sloan. I know I said in chapter ten that Evelyn's name was Evelyn Nicole but I decided after I published it that I want to name her Evelyn Carol (after Steve's sister) it's just something I believe Steve would do.
Steve could have sworn his kitchen looked as if a cereal factory exploded, it didn't take long for him to realize that the twins were trying to make their breakfast again. Ewen held the dustpan and Evelyn tried to sweep a mixture of cereal into the dustpan for Ewen to dump back into the boxes. Steve appreciated the effort the twins were making but his temper was running short this morning he grabbed the broom from Evelyn's tiny hands and the dust pan from Ewen and began to toss the cereal on the floor into the trash can mumbling under his breath. Out of the corner of his eye Steve could see the twin's lower lip tremble as a tear trickled down each cheek. Cheyenne came into the kitchen running a lint brush over her skirt.
"Steve." She scolded as she put the lint brush up in a drawer, and placed one rugrat under each arm.
"Cheyenne look at the mess they made I don't have time to clean it…"
"Then leave it and I'll clean it when I get home, were trying to teach the twins about cleaning up after themselves." A small smile crept across her lips. "You have to admit it is funny." Steve just scowled though he did find it funny he also wanted to teach his children discipline and he wasn't going to succeed if they kept dismissing everything. Cheyenne gave him a kiss good-bye as she left, twins, briefcase and all. Steve continued to clean, Cheyenne always got home before Steve and was always in charge of cleaning up after the twins, she deserved a break.
Little Angels Day-Care
(Down the street from Cheyenne's architecture firm)
Little Angels Day-Care was the day care that Evelyn and Ewen spent their mornings, they'd spend the afternoon at Grandpa's. (Mark was now pulling half shifts as he crept toward the concept of retirement.) Cheyenne kissed each twin good-bye as they raced to join their friends at the computers. Cheyenne watched her children for a moment before slipping out the door, she waved good-bye to them from behind the glass window and the twins eagerly waved back. How much Cheyenne's life had changed since the twins, she absolutely adored the twins even when they had their moments. She couldn't help but wonder if one day the twins would have a little sister or brother.
Across the street from the Little Angels Day-Care
An old enemy of Steve and Mark's peered through his binoculars he watched as Cheyenne Walker Sloan left the daycare. She was killing him in that tan mini-skirt and tight white blouse, Steve was unfavorably lucky, but his attention was immediately diverted back to the day care. He knew the one way to get to the Sloan family was to take something extremely valuable to them. As soon as Cheyenne had left, he slipped out of his car and made his way across the street to the day care. He pulled his gun out, he would keep the gun on the twins in case the teacher tried anything heroic. He slipped through the front door keeping his vision low to avoid all security cameras he kicked down the door.
"I want the Sloan twin's now!" He demanded. The teacher jumped up in alarm as some of the children began to cry.
"I'm Ewen Sloan." Ewen stood up next to the computers his sister jumped up right next to him. Cocky, just like his old man, the man made a mental note. In one swoop he gathered up both twins, he pressed his gun against Evelyn's right ear. The teacher trembled, as the students began to cry and scream. Once out the door he made a run for it, out the building and across the street. He threw the twins into the back seat quickly tying them up and shoving them on the car flow he got in the driver's seat and tore off.
Los Angeles Police Department
Steve sat at his desk, cold coffee in one hand and a file in another a half-eaten sticky bun sat on his table. Mark was having Steve read an old pathology report from a five-year-old case for what reason Steve was not sure yet. Steve's phone rang, he placed the file down and the mug, rubbing the stickiness onto his jeans Steve picked up the phone.
"Lieutenant Steve Sloan." Steve answered.
"Lieutenant this is Neelima Ganesh." Steve smiled, he recognized the British accent with a hint of Indian of the twin's day care teacher.
"Hello Neelima don't tell me Ewen ate the entire box of animal cookies again." He joke, Steve was on a first name base with Ms. Ganesh on the grounds that he had problems pronouncing her last name.
"No Lieutenant that's not the reason why I called." Steve could hear a different tone in Neelima's usually perky voice.
"Are the twins alright? Are they sick?" Neelima took in a deep breath as she began to relive the incident. Steve's hands began to shake.
"I'll be right there." Steve hung up the phone, he stuck his head into his captain's office quickly briefing him on what was going on.
"I'm coming with you." The captain stood up, gesturing for two officers to follow them they quickly ran out.
"You call Cheyenne I'll call my Dad." Steve instructed, though he would never order his captain, he was addressing the man as his uncle and not his captain. Captain Neuman didn't argue as he pressed 2 on his cell phone that was the number to Cheyenne's desk phone.
"Call Dad." Steve directed his phone.
"Dialing Dad." His cell phone mechanically chirped back. One officer got into the driver's seat and the second officer that had tailed them out of the building got into the passenger, Captain Neuman and Steve got into the back. Steve told his dad about the twins. The two men continued to talk as Mark left the hospital and got into his car. Steve relived what happened earlier that morning to his dad.
"I didn't even kiss them good-bye I was just so mad…."
"Steve they know you love them." Mark interrupted. "I'm here and so is Cheyenne I'm hanging up now she looks pretty upset." With that Mark hung up. Steve slouched in his seat.
"God if something happens to them…how will I face Cheyenne…how will I ever forgive myself." The squad car pulled up, Steve could see Cheyenne crying into her father-in-law's shoulder, she instantly dried her tears when she saw her uncle and Steve approach. Steve looked right into his wife eye's he hadn't seen that look since Cheyenne was kidnapped herself over three years ago.
…I'd never forgive myself.