Authors Note: With the holidays coming, my schedule is a bit crazy which might delay new chapters. Here's chapter 3 and I hope you enjoy it.
He grabbed a chair and pulled it close to where Vicki was laying on the bed. As he sat down, he slid his hand under the blanket and entwined his fingers with her smaller ones. He was encouraged when her hand tightened on his and she moved slightly to curl her body around their joined hands. If he hadn't been expecting company, he would have climbed onto the bed next to her. Holding her close would have soothed his nerves and provided her with some much needed warmth. Instead he just leaned closer and spoke to her in a quiet voice.
"When you do things, you sure don't do them halfway, do you? You know, when you left the department I actually thought you might settle into a nice quiet civilian life. Proof that I never totally understood you and how you think."
He kissed her unbruised cheek thinking off all the cases they had worked together. He missed having her around the station to bounce ideas off of. Actually, he missed working closely with her in general. She had been at the station plenty on her own bizarre cases, but it wasn't the same.
Time passed as he reminisced about their past and before long there was a firm knock on his front door. Leaving Vicki sleeping in his bed, he walked into the living room to let in his unwanted visitor. He reluctantly allowed him entrance and watched as Henry's gaze searched his apartment. Mike provided a quick summary.
"She's in the bedroom suffering from what appears to be severe blood loss and defensive wounds. Dr. Mohadevan is on her way and said she would bring what is needed. So far Vicki hasn't regained consciousness, so I know no more now that I did when I left that message for you."
Henry followed him into the bedroom and Mike turned just in time to have the pleasure of watching Henry pale further than his normal complexion. He stood aside as the man . . . vampire leaned over and kissed Vicki's cheek as he had done earlier. Jealously briefly flared in him at this sign of their relationship. He returned to the chair by the bed as he watched Henry push aside the blankets and examine her in the same way he had earlier.
"These are vampire bites as you believed. But they are so much deeper than needed to draw sustenance. These bites were inflicted to cause as much pain as possible."
Mike wearily responded as he ran his hands through his hair,
"There have been plenty of times I wish she had never met you Fitzroy, but this one tops them all. Who is going to wake up in that bed? The same person who we both talked to two nights ago? The same drive and spunk? Or someone else entirely?"
Silence filled the room before Henry opted to reply,
"We won't know until she wakes. I, for one, would prefer that she stay as she is until Dr. Mohadevan's exam is done. We can deal with everything else later."