"Oliver since you seem so intent on solving this case; you can watch over her in one of our closed locations," the chief tells him before he walks off.
Tommy shakes his head no but the sheriff is already across the room. "Damn, okay Ms. Hart you will be spending some time with me." This gives me a chance to trap you up.
Kim sighs and looks at Billy.
Billy looks at Tommy. "Take care of my little sister or you will have to deal with me and her two other brothers." He gives Kim a hug. "You will be alright Kim."
"I was just shot at and I would feel much safer with you guys." Kim complains.
Tommy rolls his eyes. "Come along Ms. Hart; I have to tell someone something."
"The name is Kim and you could have asked nicer." Kim holds her head high.
"Oh let me get my autograph book; a gymnast who happens to be a prime murder suspect is going to spend some time with me." Tommy walks to the door. "I will drive my car around back." He walks out the door.
Kim looks defeated. "This should be interesting." She waits for him to come for her and walks with him to his car. "Oliver," Kim calls out unsure.
Tommy turns around. "The name is Tommy Oliver; remember that name when you are in jail."
"Okay Tommy, will my family be safe?" Kim asks.
He puts handcuffs on her. "You mean your older brothers," Tommy sneers. He puts Kim into the backseat of his car. "Comfy," Tommy asks.
Kim gives him a fake smile. "Just peachy and I meant them but also my parents or anyone else I am related to or friends with."
"I highly doubt they are in danger; matter of fact I think you staged this whole thing to seem innocent." Tommy begins to drive. "Now the real question is did Billy help you?"
"You leave him out of this," Kim tells him angrily.
"Ooh did I hit a nerve?" Tommy laughs.
Kim looks pissed off. "Oh I will show you a hit nerve," Kim mutters.
"What was that," Tommy questions.
"Billy is a standup man and would never agree to help someone do something like this."
"How about no more talking," Tommy pulls off the road.
"Where are we going," Kim questions.
Tommy groans, "I thought I said no more talking and I am not telling you."
What an asshole. How can I make him see that I am innocent?
After a few miles, Tommy pulls up to a house that is hidden in the forest. Reminds me of my home, I love it here and if it were not for this girl than I would enjoy coming here. He parks the car and helps Kim out the backseat. "So once inside I will lay down the ground rules."
Kim nods her head slowly and walks with him still handcuffed. "Is this necessary?"
Tommy gives her a look. "I want to make it through the night black widow."
"Did you just call me a spider and for the record we were not married yet." Kim groans as her fingers begin to become numb from the handcuffs.
"I will not take it easy on you," Tommy unlocks the door and pushes Kim inside before he walks in. "Rule number one- try to run and I shoot you, rule number two- try to murder me and I shoot you, rule number three- I will have you on a schedule and if you do not comply than…"
Kim interrupts him. "Then you shoot me; I understand." "Geesh, who made you an FBI agent."
Tommy sits her down in a kitchen chair. "I am hungry and will cook the food since I do not trust you with anything sharp." He looks Kim up and down. "You need a shower but I want you to throw those clothes at me as soon as you take them off."
"How about I strip down naked right here," Kim challenges him.
Tommy taken aback for a second could only stare at her. "The bathroom is fine," he leads her to the bathroom and un handcuffs her. "Make it quick."
Kim steps into the bathroom and surveys the room. At least it is well stocked. She takes off her clothes and throws them at Tommy the hardiest she can.
Tommy stumbles back. Ouch she could have handed me those clothes or toss them on the floor.
Ah, this feels so good. Kim lets the water spray over her body and head.
"Hurry up in there," Tommy pounds on the door.
"I just got in," Kim groans. "Such a bonehead."
"I thought you gymnast were all for the environment and stuff." Tommy calls out to her.
Kim rolls her eyes and quickly showers. She steps out in a towel. "All done," Kim mutters.
"Good now I will give you something to wear then go shower myself." Tommy leads her to one of the bedrooms. "After you dress you will be re handcuffed while I shower."
"I already know the rules about being shot and will not try anything." Kim shakes her hands.
Tommy ignores her and pulls out a shirt and shorts. He tosses them to her.
"Uh can you turn around or something?"
"Oh so what happened to strip in front of me," Tommy smirks.
Kim squints her eyes at him. "You still need to shower Tommy."
He reluctantly turns around and walks to the door. "I will slightly close the door."
"Such a gentleman," Kim mutters as she puts the clothes on. She walks to the door and opens it.
Tommy handcuffs her to the bed and walks to the bathroom.
Kim waits for Tommy to finish showering. "How will I eat if I cannot use a fork or a knife?"
"Wing it," he tells her as he un handcuffs her and leads her to the kitchen.
Kim huffs as she sits down in a chair. "You know what happened to being proven innocent?"
"Until than you are a suspect Hart," Tommy takes out his cell phone and dials Hayley. "Hi Hayley, sorry I cannot help you close up tonight but I have a situation to attend to."
Kim listens to Tommy's conversation. When he is done, she asks him a question. "Can I call someone and let them know that I am safe."
"No can do," Tommy gives her a look.
"Fine, let my parents worry about me you jerk," Kim rubs her sore head.
Tommy has heard enough. "How about Kat and Jerry parents huh!" "They have to go to the morgue and identify their bodies and grieve for the people you murdered."
"For the last time I did not murder anyone," Kim cries out. She touches the spot where she was whacked in the head and grimaces. "I was knocked out, why would I hit myself?"
Tommy's reply was to walk to a cabinet and pull out a first aid kit. He walks over to Kim and examines her head. "You will need stitches; lucky for you I know how to apply them."
"Oh goody me," Kim moans as he begins to stich her up.
"I am glad you showered save me the trouble of having to clean the wound by shaving your head." Tommy jokes as he puts medicine on the wound.
"Did you just crack a joke Oliver?" Kim bites her bottom lip at the pain.
"Aw do you wish I was gentler or gave you some stronger medicine well too bad." Tommy finishes stitching her up and pulls off the gloves.
"I would hate to see what kind of lover you are," Kim comments back.
Tommy sneers at her. "Too bad you will never found out and what a shame since you have a nice body and all." He pulls out groceries from the refrigerator and begins cooking.
"What no handcuffs and you noticed my figure," Kim sneers back.
"Hard to miss when you have one like that and no handcuffs since I have my gun ready to shoot you if necessary." Tommy turns the chicken.
"What a big shot you are with that gun; how about hand to hand combat," Kim challenges. "I am a fourth degree black belt in martial arts."
"Impressive, too bad I am a fifth degree black belt," Tommy removes the chicken from the skillet. What fun she would have been if she were not a cold-blooded murder.
"I could still take you," Kim smirks. "Can I least obtain the drinks?"
Tommy sneers, "Why so you can bash me over the head and leave?"
"What happened to I am fifth degree black belt and I have my gun ready?" Kim hops up before he can respond and grabs two sodas from the fridge.
"Gee why can't you not just let me serve you like a normal soon to be inmate?" Tommy brings the meal to the table. "Scared you will become fat?"
"No but how will I train here?" Kim still wanted to compete.
Tommy rolls his eyes. "Always the perfectionist; facing a murder trial but you still want to train." "How loyal you are to an event that will drop you once this hits the news."
"I will not be dropped and I will defeat this before it hits the news that I am a suspect." Kim bows her head to say a prayer.
"What are you doing?" Tommy questions.
"Isn't it obvious," Kim fires back.
"I just thought sinners did not pray," Tommy adds.
"We are all sinners Oliver besides I always pray before I eat." Kim says a silent prayer.
Tommy says his own prayer before he eats.
"Are you hostile to me because you cannot be with your girlfriend Hayley?" Kim asks between bites. " I noticed you do not have a wedding ring on, so she is your girlfriend?"
"Not that it is any of your business nosy but she is my friend who I hook up with from time to time." Tommy chews a piece of lettuce. "What about you? Have a boyfriend on the side doing your dirty work? He laughs at her expression.
Kim almost spits her food out. "I have been single since I caught my fiancé in bed with my best friend that I have known since the fourth grade." She breathes out.
Tommy almost feels sorry for her. "What you went through is tough but killing people is not the answer to your problems Kim."
He called me Kim. "I know and that is why I did not murder anyone." "I have never been in a real fight before." She drinks some of her soda.
"I doubt a fourth degree black belt would not have been in one scuffle or two." Tommy eyes Kim suspiciously.
Kim shakes her head no. "I got along with everyone in my schools and the games and Olympics have been my only real careers."
"Were you miss popular and you had people afraid of you then?" Tommy drinks some of his soda. "I met girls like you in high school; I definitely peg you as the type." "Winning all the queen titles and breezing through high school on good looks and charm?"
Kim looks appalled. "No I was nice to everyone although I did when queen titles." "I do not believe in bullying or passing by because I am pretty; I worked hard to have my career."
"And you made sure that no one was going to put a blemish on that perfect life," Tommy raises an eyebrow at Kim. She is too much.
"I see that getting through to your thick skull is a lost cause," Kim eats a piece of chicken.
"Says the girl who should be in a coma from that hit to the back of her head," Tommy moves hair out of his face. He was thinking about getting a haircut.
"Do not cut your hair," Kim replies.
How did she know I was thinking that? Maybe she is some sort of spy that can read body language. "I was not thinking that," Tommy stammers.
"I am not a spy and I think being a behavior analyst would be way cooler," Kim takes one last bite of food before she pushes her plate away. "Your hair suits you."
"On second thought maybe a haircut is not such a bad idea; I cannot have black widows finding me attractive," Tommy finishes his meal. I need a beer.
"I saw a couple in the fridge; I can get you one if you like," Kim asks him.
"Stop reading my mind and if I want one later when you are asleep than I will have one." Tommy shakes his head. This night is becoming weirder by the second.