Author's Note: I'm so sorry it's taken me so long to update! I have been very busy with work and classes.
I've decided that since this story is not getting as many reviews as I had hoped, I am going to start a new "rule." I will only add another chapter after I have received at least 5 reviews for each chapter.
So, without further adieu, here is the next chapter!
Chapter 6: The Watcher
"She can't stay here, Don."
"I know, Mac. I'm going to take her to my place. Please find something that will help us nail this guy," Don pleaded as he shook hands with Mac. Don walked out into the hallway where Kayleigh was speaking with Stella. Stella was getting as much information as possible out of Kayleigh about the person who had ransacked her apartment. So far the only information Stella was able to get from Kayleigh was a name. Jackson Webber.
"You ready to get out of here?" Don asked. Kayleigh's head snapped up at the sound of his voice. She looked even more strained than she had when they left the hospital. Don wanted to wrap her in his arms and shelter her from the world. Instead, he reached for her hand and began leading her to the elevator.
The ride to his apartment was quiet. Kayleigh stared listlessly out the window at the passing New York streets. Her mind was racing with all of the possible explanations for how Jackson Webber was back on the streets. He was supposed to be locked up in a Georgia Penitentiary. How did this happen?
After a few minutes, they arrived at Don's apartment. He led her into his bedroom.
"It's the only bed I have," he explained. "I'll take the couch."
"No, Don. You should take the bed. I'll be fine on the couch," Kayleigh protested.
"No, ma'am. You are on the bed. The couch is comfy, so I'll be fine. The doctor said no strain or stress, remember?" Don said as he turned down the bed. Kayleigh, too tired to argue any further, slipped off her jacket and shoes. She crawled between the covers and snuggled in. Don fixed the covers around her, turned the lights off, and headed to the living room.
He never would have thought two weeks ago that he would have Kayleigh Stewart in his bed. Smirking, he straightened the blanket over the couch and then turned on the television. Unable to focus on the news report, Don's mind drifted to the woman asleep in his bed. He glad to have her here, but he had always pictured this moment happening quite differently. Right now, though, his focus needed to be on protecting Kayleigh and finding Jackson Webber. So, with that thought on his mind, he settled in on the couch for a sleepless night.
Little did Don know that he and Kayleigh were not alone. Sitting in an apartment across the alley was none other than Jackson Webber. With a beer in his left hand and a gun in his right, he sat watching through the open blinds in the detective's apartment.
Ha! Not what you were expecting, Detective? She's a prude, that Kayleigh. You must be out of your mind to think that she would settle for a low-life detective. The last time she did that, he ended up in the morgue. But you don't know about that yet, do you? Have no fear. It's only a matter of time before you all find out about your "golden child's" troubled past. She's mine! MINE!
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