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Chapter 2: Broken

A couple of weeks had passed since that horrible incident at the supermarket. And even though the man, Cody Gerhart, had been taken into custody with a bail set so high not even the President himself could meet, I still couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that I was being watched.

With a heavy sigh, I pushed the thoughts from my mind and rolled over. It was Two-thirty. Perfect. I ran a tired hand along my face, praying next time I woke up, this nightmare would all be over.

Deciding sleep was out of the question, I stumbled down the stairs of my condo, and made my way into the kitchen. I could only hope a glass of milk would somewhat soften my sorrows. However, that wouldn't be the case tonight, because when I turned, I found a piece of paper lying by my door. "What the-"

Shaking hands, I unfolded it.. The growing sickness in the pit of my stomach worsened as I read the creepy, bright red letters that confirmed... it was far from over.

Until we meet again.

Losing my breath, I dropped the letter and completely zoned out. Despite the thunder that rumbled outside, I didn't even know I was in the world!

That's when I felt it, a hand on my shoulder. Suddenly, I was in a panicked state, and without even turning around, I began to scream and swing at him, "You're dead! You're DEAD. They swore they killed you- and they wouldn't lie-"

"Whoa. Motley. MOTLEY. Calm… calm down," Someone grabbed my arms mid-air, and a bit forcefully- yet gently- brought down to my side. Wasn't seconds later that a strong grasp around my body was soothing me. "Shhh, it's okay- It's alright. It's just me…"

His voice, so calming- so… safe. I breathed, tears streaming down my face as I clung to him, knowing I was safe, for the moment. "Ryan? Did you… do that? If so, it was a mean joke, even for you-"

"I don't know what you're talking about, Mot. I was just sleeping."

"In my condo," I had to raise an eyebrow, as I pulled back to stare at him. "What? Why?"

"You don't remember? You took a sleeping pill, and were in bed, when I called…"

He awaited my response, but I had nothing-

"Well, I ask if I could crash on the couch, because I locked myself out of my apartment. The locksmith couldn't make it until morning, so you agreed- even told me where your spare key was…"

His hands ran down my arms, in obvious effort to calm my nerves, however; it only succeeded to make me shiver. "Oh. I just… I don't remember. Anything. Those pills, they're strong— That's why I freaked in the first place..."

"Stop explaining yourself to me." He hugged me again, this time though, I felt emotion behind it. It was almost like he was touching a place inside me that I didn't even know existed.

Pulling back, I tearfully stared up to him, "In fear of sounding like a ten year old, I'm still going to ask, would you maybe… I mean could you-" I bit my bottom lip, hesitating to carry out my thoughts. It was to late now though, I'd already said to much. He would continue to press, "You know… lay with me? Since you're already here and all…"

He met my gaze, which caused my breath to catch in my throat. In that instant, I didn't care how much I'd regret it later, "I completely understand if it's awkward or you don't want to or something- I just…"

"You know I'd do anything for you." He nodded, clearly hiding something behind those beautiful eyes of his, "You also know you can talk to me, right?"

"I don't have anything to say.." I lied, "I just feel so alone."

With a soft nod, he took hold of my hand, and walked with me to my room. Once there, he let go of me, and just observed as I climbed into bed.

Ryan Wolfe… nervous? I really need to document this.

"Come on," I snuggled beneath the covers. It took a second, but he finally made his way over to lay on top of them. I had to smile at the way he was trying to avoid contact with me. That was a first.

"You can make yourself more comfortable… you know." I yawned, as he turned to look at me.

"I'm good."

Oh hell. I knew that look. He was thinking. Unfortunately, I couldn't find out what about, because my eyes were just to heavy.

Wasn't even seconds later though, that I was jolted awake. I felt him pushing the covers off my back, as he snuggled against me. His arms tightly around my waist, I could feel his breath on my neck. Damn.

"Just get some sleep." His voice was different, but I had to find it in me to ignore that fact. Hell, all I could do was grin. Not a normal grin either, I'll admit. It was quite the high school-girlish grin. What? I couldn't help it! With those strong arms around me, a feeling of complete security washed over, and within seconds, I was gone.


The morning came all to quickly, and I was reluctant to wake up from the best sleep I'd had since moving to Miami. However, feeling a pair of eyes on me, I was forced from my deep slumber. Turning my head, I caught him staring… smile across his face. "Ryan… Why the hell are you in my bed?"

As if I didn't know.

"You were smiling in your sleep." His statement was so serious, showing he wasn't in the mode to kid around.

"So? Still doesn't explain what you're doing.. in HERE."

"You ask me to stay." Tracing his finger along my cheek, he whispered, "Remember? You got a little freaked out-"

"I still wouldn't ask you to stay," My voice was extremely low, as I leaned against his touch, heart beating faster as I silently wished I could pull away. "Not up here. In my room. No one gets in my room.."

"No one except me," He nodded, "You didn't want to be alone, and I didn't want you to be."

"Oh, Wolfe, you're my hero." I touched the tip of his nose with my finger, before slowly trailing it down and over his lips.

Oh, That was bad. The thoughts- they were bad.

He must have felt the same energy I did, because he quickly laced his fingers through mine, and took a couple of deep breaths. Our faces were merely inches apart. I didn't know what was about to take place, but I was positive, I wanted it.

His hand rested against my cheek, and my mind wouldn't wrap around the fact… it was finally happening…

**Ring, Ring**

Or so I thought…

Our eyes cut to the direction of the bedside table where both our phones lay. They were ringing in sync with one another, which could only mean one thing,

"Damn it." Ryan complained before I had the chance. "Has to be work-"

I nodded as it stopped, but we both knew that wouldn't last long.

"We have to get those." I mumbled, pulling back as they began ringing again.

Maybe it was a sign? Maybe I had been wrong to feel such a way, because of one small touch. Or perhaps it really went deeper than that?

Either way, I found myself with a pout on my face as I watched him reach for his cell. In turn, he handed me mine as well.

From the look on his face, I knew it was huge before I even answered. Alas, duty called and we were both needed on a massive crime scene. I could only figure this was one of those signs… you know? The kind that warn you before you turn the wrong direction down an one way street, or drive off a cliff.

I didn't want to compare my relationship with Ryan to fatail car crashes, but it was what it was, and whatever may have transpired, would just have to wait.

That is, if we both didn't realize what a mistake it would have been. The thought caused a frown to appear on my face, and I could only assume Ryan was thinking the same, as he now had one on his.

Damn it. I couldn't win for losing.


And there you have it! Let me know what you think about Motley and Ryan... NO, this story isn't all fluff, I can assure you, but I'd like to know your thoughts. I know it may seem sudden, but it was important that this happened now. After all, they have been working around one another for over a year... could you have held out that long? LOL. I know I couldn't...

Seriously though, stick with me. Next update will be sometime this week, I promise. I'm getting back on track now and settled with work and such, so I will be posting way more than the norm for me.

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