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Chapter 2.
Catherine knew there was something very wrong . The person on the other side of the door had walked away after a few seconds, ignoring her completely. And for some time now, she'd been smelling fire. She hadn't seen anything yet, but she knew what fire smelled like. And Catherine was scared. Her fists were slamming on the door, and she tried her best to get the door to move. Or just slam a hole in it. It didn't work. Tears she was trying to hide started to fall lightly down her cheek as she walked over to the window again and tried to look outside. She couldn't see a thing. No light, no cars, no nothing… As she sat down on the chair near the window, her mind faded away to her daughter. Lindsey had grown up so fast. She was now turning into a beautiful woman instead of a beautiful teenager. She was able to take care of herself now. She didn't need her mother anymore. Catherine knew Lindsey would be able to take care of herself when she was gone. It would be hard. But her daughter was like her; she was a fighter. She would make it, no matter what.
She then thought about Lou. Being together with him had made her feel better than she'd been feeling for years. But, of course, even being dead, Sam Braun had been able to mess up her life once again. She knew it wasn't fair of her to think like that. But owning a casino would never be a smart thing while working at an police department. And not telling Lou about owning a part of it was probably even more stupid. But being Sam Braun's daughter – no matter how much she actually loved that man,- had ruined more things for her than she could've ever imagined. Lou was too precious to be ruined by something like that. But it had happened eventually. She should've told him. She loved him. She wanted him. And she needed him. And now, she was probably not ever going to see him again. That thought made Catherine scared. And let more tears escape from her cheeks as well.
Lou knew he was probably doing the dumbest thing ever. He could hear Jim scream behind him, without following him though. Lou knew exactly where Catherine was; she would've never stayed in the building if she would have had the choice of leaving. She was still in the room they had been in. The fire had started on the total opposite of the building, and Lou knew he was about to take risk; fire was unpredictable. But losing Catherine while being in a fight with her was unbearable. He had to let her know he loved her no matter what. He ran up the stairs, counting his way up to the tenth floor. He needed to get to her. Safe her.
Meanwhile, Catherine was starting to freak out. She'd been hearing sounds everywhere and the smell of fire became more and more intense. "I want to get out. I need to get out. Oh God, I'm freaking out". A million things were flowing through her mind and made things even worse for her to handle. She wasn't able to think straight anymore. She had to get out. She walked back to the door again, for about the fifth time in a couple of minutes, which seemed like hours for her. Catherine planned on slamming on the door again, but she then heard someone murmuring on the locks again. "Help me? Help me, please! Please open the door!" She stepped back a bit, convinced everything would be fine as soon as the door would be open. As soon as she saw the door in the opening though, her relief turned into something indescribable. This was not supposed to happen. Lou was supposed to stand in front of her. Save her. Not some crazy psycho that was possibly going to kill her. The grin on his face scared Catherine more than anything else possibly could. When she noticed something shimmering in the dark, she got even more scare.
Ten floors took Vartann longer than he had thought. He was a sportive guy; working out at least three times a week if he was able to. But these stairs were killing him. His legs felt like they were from stone, but all he needed to think of was Catherine and he would step up his pace. He reached the tenth floor after what seemed ages, being out of breath like hell. Room 107 was in the middle of the floor, and he tried to walk and look as good as possible. He was glad he'd taken his flashlight; it was too dark to see anything. He tried to steady his breath, but when he heard a loud scream that was obviously Catherine's -he would recognize her voice everywhere,- he started running. He reached the room in no time, the opened door giving him access immediately. His light was shining into the room and what he saw horrified him. Catherine's eyes showed pure terror. The next couple of moments happened in what seemed minutes but were actually seconds.
The guy turned around, as he must've noticed the light. Instead of moving, Catherine was still plastered against the wall, not knowing what to do at all. A light, red stripe was dripping from her bare shoulder as her jacket was lying somewhere on the ground. The guy that had turned around, holding a shimmering knife in his right hand, seemed quite familiar to Vartann, but he wasn't having time to think about it. Instead of moving in Vartann's way, the guy turned around again, raising his knife in the process. Vartann knew Catherine was in danger. And this time, he didn't have any doubts about shooting. Not like he had during the drug case with Bell. Even though he knew he was taking a risk. The loud bangs were heard throughout the entire building. One, two… On the exact right place. The guy fell down, losing his knife in the process.
All Catherine did was stare. Stare from Vartann to the guy and back. It took her a few seconds to realize that she wasn't alone anymore. And that Lou was standing in front of her, out of breath, watching her with a face she couldn't describe. When she was sure the guy on the ground wasn't able to do anything to her, she rushed over to Lou. She couldn't even feel the pain in her shoulder since that was the place where the knife had been cutting a small wound in. Catherine just wanted to get to Lou. She didn't think about their fight at all when she almost threw herself in his arms and started to cry softly.
Lou on the other hand didn't think about the blood that was now in touch with his blouse. He held Catherine firmly and kissed her on her forehead before he said: "I'm sorry. So sorry. I love you."
End of chapter 2.
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