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One Week Later

Sasha

I pulled up to Dade Mutual Bank in my cherry red convertible. I grabbed my purse and went to deposit the week's checks into the clinic's account. It had been a good week. My partner and I had only had to put down two animals between us. My heart still wrenched at the thought of the poor kitten that a little girl had found when she playing in her front yard. The kitten had been starved and was severally sick. There'd been nothing I could do to help it other then put it out of its misery. Ryan had held me as I cried that night.

I was just finishing up my transactions with the teller when suddenly a male voice shouted, "Everybody get down!" And then the shooting started.

I dove for the ground, praying that none of the bullets would hit anyone. It all lasted only a few minutes but it felt like an eternity. I huddled against the tellers station and prayed like I'd never prayed in my life.

Someone shouted, "Miami-Dade MD!" and then more shoots rang out.

I flinched as one of the robbers fell to the ground, dead.

"Cop! Take 'em out!" someone yelled. The wood near me splintered as a bullet buried itself into it. I felt something graze my cheek but there was no pain. As suddenly as it had begun, it was over, with the robbers letting off another round of bullets that shattered windows and almost caused me to go deaf.

As soon as I was sure they were gone I immediately started to check for injuries. I may be a vet but there were still basic practices that applied to humans and animals. The security guard was dead. One man had been shot in the leg. I enlisted a nearby woman to put pressure on it so he wouldn't bleed out. Another man had taken two bullets, one in his arm and another in his lower abdomen area. I was keeping pressure on both wounds when the paramedics arrived and took over.

It wasn't until then that I noticed that the cop was Eric Delko

Ryan's gonna kill me, I thought miserably as a paramedic led me outside to look at my bleeding cheek.

Ryan

I flashed my badge to the officer and continued on my way to the bank were Eric had been caught up in a robbery.

Ericka Sykes, a reporter who I'd had had issues with in the past, approached me. "Your eye looks better," she said as way of a greeting.

I turned at her voice, irritated at hearing it. I was sick of her pursuing me.

"Guess the antibiotic's working," she added, with a smile.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I said in an I-don't-care voice as I turned away from her to continue on to the bank.

An officer held up the crime scene tape to make it easier for me to walk under it.

"Ryan, can I have a word?" she seemed to finally understand that I didn't want to talk to her.

I rolled my eyes. What a stupid question. Of course I wasn't going to give her a word. And I told her so. "No. No, no, no, no, no comments. Zero. Zip," I couldn't believe she wouldn't just leave me alone.

Ericka looked annoyed now, just like I felt. "Ryan, if you don't deal with this it's going to bite you in the-"

I cut her off. "Look, my colleague almost got killed. So until we catch these guys, I'm not going to say another word to you."

Ericka didn't like this and her face showed it. "It's your loss," she said regretfully.

"I'll survive," I tried to not be smug. I gave her one more annoyed look and then turned and left her standing on the other side of the yellow tape.

I was almost to the front entrance when a voice called out, "Ry!"

I felt my blood go cold. It couldn't be her. No, it wasn't Stormy. I was imagining things. My girlfriend had not been present during the bank robbery. Stormy was safe at the clinic, doing whatever she did as a vet.

"Ryan." I had barely enough time to drop my kit before Stormy was throwing her arms around me, sobbing.

Eric stood a few yards away, a helpless look on his face.

"Stormy, what's going on, honey?" I asked, easing her away from me so I could see her face. I was horrified to see a bandage on her left cheek.

"I was just depositing the clinic's checks, like I do every week, and they started shooting," more tears.

I pulled her close to me again.

Eric approached.

Our eyes met.

I mouthed, "Thank you." I knew Eric had been watching out for her.

Eric

When I saw Stormy I felt my stomach drop to my ankles. Wolfe was going to freak.

She looked up and our eyes met. The half dazed look on her face concerned me. I approached her.

"Stormy," I said softly.

"Eric. Ry's gonna kill me," Stormy said, her eyes starting to glaze over.

"No, he's not," I quickly assured her, even though we both knew I was lying.

Stormy gave a small smile. "Are you ok?" she asked.

"Better then you are," I gestured towards the white bandage on her cheek.

She lifted a hand to touch the gauze. It was shaking.

"Let me stay with you. At least until Wolfe shows up," I offered. The evidence wasn't going anywhere and I highly doubted I'd be part of the investigation anyway, having been involved.

Stormy nodded. "OK."

It was several minutes before Wolfe finally showed up, minutes spent in silence. Stormy didn't seem to mind and I didn't press her for conversation.

Suddenly she looked up and gasped, "Ry!" She leapt to her feet and darted forward.

I looked at where she was headed. Sure enough, there was Wolfe, fending off Ericka Sykes. I followed Stormy at a distance, watched her throw herself into Wolfe's arms, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Wolfe noticed me standing there, I'm sure my helplessness showed on my face. The couple exchanged some words before Wolfe again pulled Stormy into his arms.

I walked closer.

Wolfe looked and mouthed, "Thank you."

I nodded before going into the bank to talk to Lt. Horatio Caine, my boss. He was talking to Detective Frank Tripp.

"OK, not necessarily true. Eric," Horatio said as I walked up.

"So according to procedure I'm on desk duty, right?" I asked, not all together pleased with that thought.

"No, actually, you're an eye witness. How long after they entered did they start shooting the cameras?" Horatio replied, playing with his sunglasses in his hands.

"Immediately," I answered without hesitation, my mind flashing back to the robbery.

"Ok. Where were you?" Horatio asked.

I paused to think about it. "I was, ah, I was talking to the bank manager." I paused again, remembering that the bank manager had been dragged off with the robbers when they left.

I suddenly remembered something else. The ATM. "But before that I was at the ATM."

"Eric, the ATM has a camera."

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm going to get a hold of the video tapes. I'll get them over to AV."

I started to walk away as Horatio added, "Keep me posted." "Will do."

To be continued...

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