Lydia sat in the back of Jack's car, kneading her fingers together nervously. She closed her eyes for a few beats, listening to the sounds around her, the soft rumble of the car beneath her. The wet road as they drove across it. She decided it could have been peaceful provided her heart wasn't racing a million beats per second.
Jack stops the car suddenly, bursting out of the car. "Will!" He shouts, running at the door. "Let me in, Will, it's an emergency!" He hits his fist against the door until Will answers, looking dazed.
"Is there a problem, Jack?"
Jack looks visibly relieved while Lydia sits in the back of the cop car. She watches Jack tell him to hurry and grab his things. Will comes out in a few minutes, a bag over his shoulder and Winston at his feet. Will's eyes look over to the cop car, directly at Lydia - though the windows are tinted. She swallows hard, breaking his gaze. Looking down at her hands, relieved that he's safe.
They ended up having to share a hotel room in a very cheap part of town. It had two rooms, one bathroom, and one kitchen. It was fairly simple but it was functional as a safe house. Due to budget cuts, they didn't get their own hotel rooms, but Jack insisted that this was safer for both of them. Lydia stretched out on her bed, Winston laid on her bed, snoozing happily.
"This isn't stress inducing at all." Lydia says, rubbing her temples with her index fingers. "Crazy lunatic out to get us, gee, this is really going to make me want to join the FBI now."
Will comes out of the kitchen, holding a glass of water. He drinks it quickly, "Unfortunately, I'm not exactly new to this. I'll admit to being new to this whole.. safe house idea. Though it doesn't feel entirely safe."
Lydia sits up, "Why do you say that?"
"Sleazy motel, seems exactly like the hideout for a lunatic, doesn't it?"
Lydia lays back down, closing her eyes, "Please, refrain from scaring the shit out of me right now."
"Yet another thing I'm new to."
It was going to be a long night, Lydia decided. Needless to say, she was already freaking out about this lunatic, Leon, but now she had to freak out about Will Graham. Which needless to say, was not a very open-book person. He was a diary, shut tight and voice activated. Possible laser beams to keep intruders out and his secrets in.
Suddenly, thunder storms through the sky. Lydia shrieks, diving under the covers. "Okay, as if this can't get any more horror-movie-y." She groans, "We're going to die here."
Will chuckles at her, sitting next to Winston on her bed, "You're afraid of storms?"
"No." Right as she says it, thunder booms again, and she dives deeper, "That'd be silly." She says in a high pitched tone.
"I'll just leave Winston with you then, goodnight Lydia." Will gets up off of her bed, patting Winston on the head. He walks over to the statue in the sheets, giving her a soothing shoulder squeeze. "It'll be over in no time." Then he's gone.
Lydia wakes up, her eyes trying to adjust to the dark. She wakes up due to the whining of the dog at her feet. She rubs the sleep out of her eyes and swings her legs over the side of the bed, standing up. "What is it, boy?" She asks the dog, who whines at the door more.
Her eyes finally adjust, revealing Will Graham in his boxers, standing at the door. She approaches him cautiously, "Will...?" She asks.
Will looks over at her, his eyes are bloodshot and absent. He blinks hard, his adam apple bobbing, "Lydia.. what time is it?" He asks, rubbing his eyes.
"It's about.." She looks over at the clock by her night stand, "4 AM. What are you doing up?"
Will stares at her, his mouth open for a second. He runs a hand through his hair, "Uh, I'm not.. exactly sure." He says, turning back to the door.
Lydia walks over to him, grabbing his arm, "You lost time again, didn't you?"
"Seems like that's the case." He dryly laughs, then he quickly sucks in breath, "There's someone out there."
Lydia looks over at the window, "Probably just some drug addict or something - come on Will, go back to bed."
Will shakes his head, starting to sweat, "N-No, it- it's him, I know it is. He found us. He must have hacked into the FBI computers, that's him." Will shakes his head, he disappears back into his room and comes out with a gun.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Lydia hisses, grabbing his arm again, "Are you delusional? You'll get hurt! Or worse, killed. Don't do this, Will. We'll call Jack and everything will be okay, now give me the gun.."
Will shakes his head again, wiping his forehead, "I have to keep us safe. I have to keep you safe." He puts his hand on the knob and Lydia hastily gets in front of him.
"I won't let you."
"Now is not the time to play the hero." Will says breathlessly, looking as if he's about to pass out.
"You're not well." Lydia snaps, putting her cool hand on his forehead, "You're running a fever, get back into bed and I'll call Jack."
"He'll be gone before Jack gets here." Will says, swaying on his feet.
"Better than catching him and you getting hurt in the process." Lydia reaches for the hand with the gun, "Hand me it." Will reluctantly allows his hand to place the gun in hers. Her fingers close around it, unused to holding a gun. She sets it on her bed and leads Will back to his room. She helps Will sit on his bed. "I'll get you a glass of water."
She walks back out of the room, going into the kitchen and grabbing down a glass. She pours it near the top with water, managing to put an ice cube in it. Lydia turns to go back to Will's room, and realizes that the door is open.
"Shit." She shouts when she goes back into her room to realize the gun is gone. She grabs her cellphone, speed dialing 911. She rattles out the address then calls Jack.
"H-He ran off with the gun, he thought he saw something - someone, he thought it was Leon." Lydia shouts into the phone, "I'm going after him." She says, shrugging into her knit red sweater and beanie.
"No, Lydia, stay there. Will is unstable, he might shoot you by mistake."
"That's a risk I'm willing to take." Lydia hangs up the phone, grabbing a pair of black jeans, she quickly squeezes into them, shoving her phone in her back pocket. She runs outside, Winston running beside her.
"Now which way." She decides that the forest is where any murderer would hide.
Lydia runs into the forest, hitting branches that fall in her path, her breathing shallow and uneven. "WILL!" She shouts, the branches scratching at her face. She should have put on some gloves because she's scratching up her hands.
Shouting Will's name was probably not the smartest thing to do when in a forest with a killer. But at that moment, Lydia wanted to keep Will safe. Lydia nears a clearing, right as she's about to get into it, she feels her long golden hair being snatched back, her beanie falling off her head. She gasps.
"Hello there, angel."
She looks up into the dark eyes of Leon Andrews. Will was right, damn it, he was right.
"Come on, angel." He tugs her into the clearing by the roots of her hair, causing tears to flood her eyes. "Interesting to see a pretty little thing like you out here this time of night. Seems pretty.. dangerous, doesn't it? Following your boyfriend? Pretty crazy guy, came out here talking about that Hobbs guy he killed a few months back. You wouldn't know a thing about that would you?" Leon's tone is taunting, cocky.
"Just let me go." Lydia says through clenched teeth.
"Now why would I do that? You're the reason I'm going to Prison, isn't it? I read the documents, the FBI should have a better firewall. Hasn't changed much since I left." Leon grabs a knife out, holding it to her neck, "How did you catch me? I didn't leave prints, no evidence, nothing. How on earth, did a little girl like you, get me put behind bars?" His tone is soft at first, calculating, then he shouts, "TELL ME!"
Lydia shivers in her sweater, goosebumps on her arms. "I didn't do anything." She lies.
Suddenly, shuffling in the trees, movement. She feels the knife held harder against her throat.
"Not another step, Mr. Graham."
Will stands in the clearing, still in his boxers and plain white t-shirt. He looks visibly shaken as he holds the gun out at Leon, still sweating profusely. He has his glasses on now, shoved onto the middle of his nose. "Just, p-please don't hurt her." Will looks like he's going to pass out on his feet, shivering in his boxers.
Leon presses the knife harder against Lydia's neck. "Why should I listen to you? You're just another person putting me behind bars." Leon growls, "I don't owe you anything."
Lydia makes a small whimpering noise in the back of her throat, tears pricking at her eyes. "Will, just go."
"Yeah, listen to your pretty little girlfriend, and scram." Leon taunts, throwing his head back to laugh. The knife leaves Lydia's neck for barely less than second. Then, thunder sounds through the air, shaking Lydia to her core.
Then, there's a gunshot.
The shot is so loud, it resonates in her ears.
Then she hears the screaming.
oooo, another cliff hanger, I'm getting quite cliff hanger happy, hah!
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