I just wanted to thank you guys for reading, commenting and supporting the story! I have the whole story ready on my computer with about 15 unpublished chapters left, and all of them will be posted here sooner or later. Stay tuned ;) -T

Chapter 10

The days past. Our training was going well, and my knees were not as weak as they had been before, not during the practice. But then I went home to bed and just simply couldn't shake the image of him, his smile and him being so close to me every night.

The days turned into weeks. They all seemed the same, but the same felt exiting every day. I spend the day at the office, while the team was hunting down criminals. After work I went for a run, did my independent training and then my work out with Leland. I learned to kick, hit harder and how to get loose from the enemy's grip. I learned how to use the enemy's weight against him, which was a crucial advantage. I got better, faster and stronger, not just physically but mentally too.

This morning started like any other would. The arrest warrant came to my computer and the team gathered to discuss the fugitive and what might be the best plan to catch him. They decided to use baits.

And they decided to use me.

"Katie, come here for a second, love." Dog called me to the parking lot, when they were about to leave. "Leland says that you are ready." he told me, with a serious look on his face. "Do you want to come?"

"Yes!"I said loudly, before thinking.

"Hah ha, okay then. Now listen carefully."

The plan was to use the player part in the fugitive against him. Me and Lyssa would be the baits, trying to get the guy from his apartment to the yard, where it would be easier to catch him. Sounded like a quite an easy plan, to me. Dog brought me a small can of mace to put in my purse, just in case. It was not smart to dress us up in weaponry clothing, since that would be suspicious, so Dog advised me to use the mace immediately when I felt insecure or in danger.

It was only in the car when I started questioning myself. I sure was stronger than weeks ago, and I knew stuff that would help me, but what if? What if I will freeze? Or do a mistake that will put as all in risk? I watched out from the window while we were driving to the scene. I was in the same care with Duane Lee and Lyssa. Lyssa tried to explain the ideas she had, and I should've listened because she was way more experienced than I was, but somehow every word she said, I missed.

"Katie?" she called my name when she saw I was not listening. "Kate!"

"Um, yeah?" I turned to her. She took my hand.

"You will be just fine. Nothing is going to happen to you." she said in her quiet, calming voice. I nodded.

"Could you please repeat what you said?" I asked humbly, now ready to listen to her plan.

"2 minute warning" came loudly from Lyssa's radio. It was time to rock and roll, as Dog said.

Me and Lyssa stepped out of the car and headed for the last known address. We went up the stairs, and looked through the window if we could see anyone. Lyssa knocked on the door once, then for the second time.

A guy came to the door. He was Hawaiian, but not too tall or too big.

"Hi, me and my friend here are looking for Jay." she said, confident. I just stood there silent. The man looked at both of us, suspicious.

"What do you want?" he asked.

"Are you him?" Lyssa continued. She knew it was. "Is that your car, down the road, the green one?" Again, she knew that the car was his. "We bumped into it. Come see the damage, so that we can settle on a price." This Jay looked behind her to his car. He nodded, closed the door and removed the safety chain. He stepped outside.

"That's him! Get ready" suddenly came out from Lyssa's radio, even though she had hidden it under her hoodie. She had forgotten to turn it to mute. Jay knew instantly what was going on, and bolted. We all ran after him, but lost him.

"Damn it, Lyssa!" Dog told her daughter.

"I'm sorry! I just forgot it!" she tried to defend herself. In the end, even though they tried to find Jay, they didn't stand a chance against the setting sun and the decreasing amount of sun light. They had to get back to the office.

After saying good night to everyone, I left to go home. It was dark, but the route was short and easy. Usually.

I was about halfway through when I felt someone grab my hand tight. I turned around and saw a dark figure, nothing more. I tried to get the mace that was still in my bag, but turning around so quickly had made me drop the bag. The man hit me to the ground, hard.

"You set me up today, tried to get me to jail. I won't come that easily, you bitch."

I hurt my hand in the fall but aimed for my bag. He kicked it away, and me after that. The blow took my breath away, he hit right to my stomach. I tried to get away from him, but he always got me. He lifted me up by holding my injured arm, and the pain as horrible. He pushed me against a big tree and hit me in the face with his palms. Then he unbuttoned my jeans and did things no one should ever experience.

He left me lying in the street walk, crying for my pain. I barely made it back home. I had a chance to lock the door and walk to my living room before I passed out.