Hello everybody! I have had these big ass projects that were due for school and I've been really tired lately. I know I haven't updated in a very long while, but thank you for staying with me this long. I am not done! I may have been distracted by the Once Upon a Time for a while, but this is still one of my favourites. Now I plan to continue writing sort of regularly, but I write at night and I do love my sleep. I hope that last chapter's gruesome murder was what you wanted for James. We better check in on the murderer and her handsome partner, shouldn't we? I hope you enjoy, my lovelies!
Brody inhaled deeply and soon regretted it. The nauseating smell of blood was thick in the air. Her stomach clenched as she looked over at the man who was surrounded in a puddle of the crimson liquid. She then got up slowly and headed over to the other side of the room to get her clothes. Her middle ached as she bent down to pick up her blouse and the rest of the items off of the wooden floor.
LaSalle watched from his chained position as she angrily pulled on her pants and slipped on her blouse. He noticed that her hair was a mess and her red stained, shaking hands struggled to button up her shirt. While her arms were up, he could see a bruise on her stomach from her ex-fiance and the blood that covered her. His blood. James blood. After her shirt was on, the red liquid made it cling to her skin and soon soaked through the material. She then wearily bent over and slipped on her signature high heeled boots that made her stand a few inches taller than her natural height. For the fear of what she would do, he didn't dare say a word untill she did. Who knows what was going on in her head. The female agent then looked up at him.
"Come on. Let's get out of here." She said quietly as she walked over to LaSalle. The female agent cringed when she realized that he was still locked up. The male agent was sure he heard a string of nearly silent, pathetic 'no's as she looked from the chain to the key. She stared down into the pool of blood that the key, and murder weapon lied in. She squeezed her eyes shut and picked up the warm, sticky object. Brody then opened her eyes and took a shuddered breath.
"It's alright, Brody." LaSalle assured her. The female's hands were visibly shaking and she looked as if she was about to pass out. She looked up at him, a firm line set on her lips. She said nothing as she unlocked him. The female agent obviously wanted no part in his comforting. Brody then got up slowly and offered down a hand to help LaSalle up. He gladly took it and winced, his hand going to the side of his chest where James had nearly broke his ribs.
"He hurt you." Brody whispered. Her lip trembling slightly as she removed his hand and replaced it with her own. "Let me see." She slowly lifted up his shirt and tenderly ran her thumb across the baseball sized bruise. "Oh my God." She mumbled, her eyes misty and sad, mixed with anger.
"Hey, I'm alright. Okay? Don't worry about me." He said, touching her cheek lightly as he pulled her close to him. She closed her eyes and leaned in to his gentle touch. LaSalle then slowly leaned in and pressed his chapped lips into hers. She jumped slightly but then responded to his bold move. The kiss was slow and sweet. Everything seemed to be silent. He cupped her face in his hands, cautiously building the moment but not letting it get too intense, after all, she just killed a man. Her ex-fiance. But, oh God, she was amazing, her skin tasted like vanilla and blood, but he tried to ignore the latter. The kiss was soft and gentle, her arms wrapped around his back as her fingers dug into his shoulders. He ran his hands up her back and across her bra. She instantly froze and pulled away. Damn him! He took it too far. She turned away and quickly swiped her tongue across her bottom lip, feeling her face burn with embarrassment. He noticed her shoulders slump as she took a deep breath, trying to shake off the feeling in her stomach, and still not letting him look at her.
"We need to go home." She said, searching frantically through her pockets for a phone. She turned back around to him. "I can't find my phone." Her voice urgent.
"I got one." LaSalle said, pulling it it of his pocket. He examined with crushed object and sighed. "It must have broke when..." LaSalle trailed off with an exasperated sigh.
"Dammit." Brody cursed quietly. "Unless..." She looked down at the lifeless body on the floor and winced. "...He has one." Brody then slowly squatted down and began to feel James for a phone. She whimpered slightly as her shaking hands searched. Seeing that she was getting nervous, LaSalle bent down beside her to help.
"I got it." She hissed.
The male agent stood back up and looked down helplessly at his partner. It seemed to take hours to locate the phone. Her heart was beating rapidly and a thin layer of sweat formed on her forehead. She tried to dial the number, but ended up passing the phone to LaSalle when she couldn't seem to hit the buttons. The male agent got up and paced the small room a few times.
LaSalle heard the phone ring in and prayed that Pride would pick up.
"Special Agent Pride." he greets formally.
"King." LaSalle said calmly.
"Christopher? Where the hell are you? It's eight thirty in the morning. Are you sick?"
"No, I'm with Merri." LaSalle stated nervously.
"Oh Christopher. You know what policy says about-" He was cut off by LaSalle.
"Nothing like that King. It was James. I don't know where we are. Have Patton track this phone. And bring Loretta."
"Why? Is someone hurt?" he asked urgently.
"We have a body. King, I have to go." LaSalle said. "Please hurry King. Merri isn't doing too good." He whispered. He then hung up the phone and threw it on the ground next to the body. He noticed Brody still squatting over James, examining her handiwork. Her fingers traced along the slice in his neck. This definantly isn't good. What the hell is she doing?
"Brody? Brody, come on. Let's go over here." LaSalle said gently as he helped her to her feet. He guided her to the other side of the room, his hand on her arm. He then noticed the female agent scratching at the dried blood on her chin as she tried to get it off.
"It's alright Brody. We only have to wait a bit longer." LaSalle said calmly. "Hey, you're okay."
The female agent whirled around and faced LaSalle.
"No. I'm not okay LaSalle!" Brody yelled.
"Why don't us just sit down and-"
"How can you be so infuriatingly calm about all of this? I just killed him! I stabbed a key in his neck and sliced it open. I murdered him. I murdered him, LaSalle!" Brody cried as LaSalle helped her down to the floor with him. He knelt down in front of her and moved a stray hair away from her tear stained face. He noticed that the salty streams had caused a bit of the blood to wash away from her cheeks.
"You did what you had to do, Brody. You saved me. You saved yourself. That is all that matters. It's okay." He pleaded with her.
"No! it's not okay. I liked it." She said, staring down at her bloody hands. LaSalle looked at her and nodded his head.
"Well, uh that's okay too. He did try to make you his wife and kill me. I'd say that's a perfectly good reason."
Brody laughed bitterly. "No. I'm a monster, Chris."
I really really really really hope you liked it. I hope it was worth the extremely long wait. Please leave a review if you would like.
