Hey guys, wanted to let you know, this chapter is going to become suspenseful and a cliffhanger is imminent. Enjoy!
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Sam looked down to where Jules kneeled,
"What is that?" He asked, gesturing to the black object in her hands.
"His wallet." She murmured as she opened it, Sam kneeled down beside her,
"Officer Christopher Lengley." She said, sarcasm practically dripping from her tongue. "Bastard."
After a few moments the cops came back, and retrieved the gun and wallet.
After they walked out, Jules turned to Sam and sighed, "What now?"
"Well first off, I'm going to take a look at your cheek." He said, tipping her chin up to get a better look at the wound, "Then we're going to go to these guys' station and find out whether or not this piece of trash has any links to the case that has us hiding out in the middle of nowhere."
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Sam wouldn't take no for an answer and after a few minutes of convincing, Jules gave in to being taken care of.
At the moment, she sat on the counter of their small motel bathroom and he stood between her legs and gently wiped at the blood on her cheek. The cut had been more severe than he'd originally suspected and it took some coaxing for a few minutes to stunt the blood flow long enough for him to be able to properly treat it. He walked over to his bag and pulled out a first-aid kit, he'd disdainfully packed before and walked back over to Jules with it.
When he pulled out a small alcohol bottle and gauze she flinched. "I know, I'm sorry." He said gently, referring to the pain she'd be experiencing when he cauterized it. She nodded bravely, as he pressed some alcohol to the pad making her nose crinkle with the offending smell.
"Are you ready?" He asked.
She gave him a look, and he chuckled,
"Are you as ready as you can be?"
She nodded and held her breath,
"1, 2, 3." He said, then pressed the moist pad to her face, she flinched and whimpered, but he held her face in place with his fingers where they were gripping her chin.
"I'm sorry." He spoke gently as he pulled the gauze away.
He pulled two thin pieces of medical tape out and sealed the wound shut.
"You should get stitches." He said and her eyed widened, then he sighed, "But I think since it's cauterized and sealed you'll be alright."
She sighed, relieved, "Thank you, Doctor Sam." She said, hopping off the counter.
He swallowed as her words sent a familiar thrill of lust down though his body. She smiled innocently knowing her teasing had gotten to him. He groped her as she walked past and she gasped.
This time, it was him that smiled victoriously.
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They sat patiently in the police station, and waited for any news on Jules's attacker and any of his possible connections. But, none came.
"May I speak with you for a second?" An officer asked, looking to Sam. Jules was confused as to why it was only him the officer wanted to talk to, but didn't argue. Too exhausted to push the matter.
Sam turned to Jules and said, "I'll be back in a second."
She nodded and watched him as he walked to a back-room. A pang of anxiety hit her, something was off about that officer, but she pushed the idea out of her head, knowing her and Sam were safe here.
She focused more on some of the gazes she was getting from the other men and couldn't help but smile at the fact that some of them looked at her with a look of wonder and jealousy; as they knew that she was from Team One of the SRU.
She closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the wall, and sighed.
Then, she felt her pocket vibrate. She was confused at first, knowing that her phone was hidden somewhere back at the hotel…thanks to Sam.
So, who would have her and Sam's disposable phone's number?
She pulled it out, but didn't recognize the number as any of the team.
Oh…no, no, no. She thought, slightly panicked…it couldn't be. Right?
She took a deep breath and pressed answer.
"Hello?" She asked.
"Julianna!" Came a delighted although creepy voice and she knew in a second that she was talking to her stalker.
"Yes?" She asked, looking around the room hoping to make eye contact with someone.
"My dear. I've been looking for you, I was beginning to think I had the wrong number."
"You have 5 seconds to tell me why you're calling me, before I hang up on you." She threatened,
"I wouldn't do that. You're friend's life depends on it." He said menacingly, the kind demeanor of his voice, suddenly gone.
"My friend?" She whispered, warily.
"Yes. Your friend," He replied, "I believe you call him 'Spike?'"
Jules froze, then took a deep breath, "I don't believe you."
"I could let you talk to him." The man seemed to muse. She didn't answer, not wanting to give him the air of control he was craving. "Yeah, alright." He said after a few seconds.
The next thing that met her ears was the sound of a tense conversation in the background, then a exclamation of pain.
It was Spike. Tears filled Jules's eyes, Goddammit it was Spike!
"Jules…" She heard his hesitant voice, and knew he was being forced to speak.
"Spike…" She whispered. "How…?"
"Don't do anything he says." Spike said firmly not answering her question, then there was another cry of agony,
"Spike!" She said a little more desperately, but he was gone.
"You have 20 minutes my dear." The man said, "If you're not to the location I give you by then... I'll kill him. Slowly. Then, I'll send a video to your lovely team. I have eyes on you. Don't try anything." And she knew he was referring to the officer that had whisked Sam away. How many more of the people here could be plotting against them?
"JULES, DON'T!" She heard Spike yell. This time there was a thump, and a gasp but then no reply.
She covered her mouth with her hand as a tear spilled over against her will. She cleared her throat and listened as he rattled off an address to her.
"Wait-" She said, but there was only the resounding click of the phone on the other end of the line being hung up.
She knew she should tell Sam…but…Spike was in trouble. And, his life depended on her decisions right now. She knew based off of the officer that had taken Sam earlier that he was in trouble as well. She wouldn't risk him. Not him and Spike.
Neither Sam nor Spike's lives were things to be gambled with. She took a deep breath, and pulled a piece of paper from one of the nearby desks, and took a deep breath, trying to not let the tears fall. She knew she needed to keep a calm façade going as to not raise alarm bells for the other officers in the room. Sam,
I'm so sorry. So sorry. But, I have no choice.
He has Spike, and the officer that took you, is working for
I promise to be strong for you, but if I don't make it out of this…
Always remember…I love you.
-Jules
She then, wrote a note that would be more appropriate for the team and the search for her and Spike.
Guys,
I am so sorry.
Spike is in trouble and I can't stand back and do nothing.
Not when I know that I can stop what's happening. Maybe this is what
needed to happen. I will be strong, for all of you, as long as I can be.
I'm sorry…
-Jules
She closed her eyes and stole a piece of tape from the officers' desk, suddenly grateful that he was on break
She placed the notes together on Sam's former seat, knowing he'd be back out soon, and walked, calmly out the door as to not raise any suspicions.
I love you Sam. She thought miserably to herself, as she ran down the street, knowing him and soon the rest of the team would be tracking her.
She waved a taxi and spurted the address to the driver frantically from her memory.
Then, she proceeded to lean back in her seat in an abjected state of mind, knowing that this driver… Was driving her to her -most likely- imminent death.
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Oh no…Cliffhanger(; Stay updated! Sorry, it's been awhile since I've updated!
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