Behind Closed Doors, What Do We Not See?

Summary: What happens when the doors are closed, and no one is there but the two? I'm sorry I can't say anymore. My first fanfic!

A/N: I'm sorry to all the BJ fans. (If there are any. I'm not one.) BJ is not so nice, when the doors are closed, in my version so the show. Also anything it italicized lettering is a thought.

A/N 2: Well, I got e-mails for this, so I thought I should continue this. Now I worn you if I do it will be a long story probably with at least 20 or so chapters. If you really like it there might be sequels. It's all up to ya'll.

Declaimer: I don't own anything but the story line.

Enjoy

They held each other until...

They heard a scream and a gun shot

"Brock!" BJ yelled.

"Barbra Jean! What have you done!?" he yelled.

Reba was lying in his arms; she was in too much pain to do or say anything.

"Reba. Reba. Reba? Oh Lord!" Brock screamed.

"Brock, she deserved it. She was trying to take my man." She simply said.

"What? How can you say that!?" he said. "Oh, Reba, I am so sorry. This is all my fault. I hurt you once and for some reason I keep on hurting you." Brock cried.

Someone had called 911 and the ambulance soon arrived. They sated asking questions about Reba, and then they got to the question BJ feared.

"How did this happen?" one of the policeman asked, as Reba was taken into the ambulance.

Brock was about to tell him, but BJ stopped him from saying anything.

"Oh, well, one of our neighbor's kids was playing with a gun, and he didn't know it was loaded. Right honey" she says turning to Brock.

She gives him a death look and mouths 'Next time I will kill both of you!'

"Yeah, that's what happened." He says. Then he tries to tell the policeman that he needs help, but BJ stops him quickly.



"Come on honey, we should get back home before little Henry does." She says, pulling him away and back to the house.

"No! I'm going to the hospital with Reba!" he says rather loudly.

The police officer looks at the two of them closely

"Brock, honey can I have a word with you?" she says.

"Yes, honey." He says sadly.

They walk away from the other people.

"What do you want, BJ?" he asks.

In a low toned voice that is scary and quite frightening she says, "If you breath a word to ANYONE about anything; I will ripe you heart, cook it and eat if for dinner! Then I will turn your little tramp into a red fire flambé for my desert!"

She walks Brock back to the ambulance.
"Okay, honey I'm going to go with Reba and you'll stay with Henry." Brock says and quickly goes to Reba.

BJ give one final death look to Brock and than walks away. Brock then leaves with the policemen to go to the hospital.

End of Chapter.

Hay y'all. I know this is short, but I don't know where I want this to go. I really think this will be a Reba & Brock story, so y'all should be prepared. I'd love to get to write more often, but I have this older sister (I do love her to pieces) that is too much of a Cheyenne. I always have to cover for her, so I have my niece & nephew at my house. (Though they are over here so much that I am basically their mom, but I would never tell my sister that her daughter once called me "Mama.") I do love them, so I don't mind that much. Well, take good care & God bless.

Until I write again.