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His hand twitched as he walked down the corridor. He couldn't wait any longer. As he walked by her, he couldn't help but stare. He noticed how puffy and red her eyes were. She must be upset he thought. Poor thing. He wanted her badly. That detective has turned out to be a serious problem. As soon as the dark haired girl turned her face toward him, he looked the other way. He was surprised that she hasn't recognized him from the garage incident yet. He had spent countless days right in front of her face. He got extremely lucky, he had feared the worst when she had gotten away. He felt the anger rising. Demi fucking Torres, he thought. He knew he wouldn't be able to wait any longer. He scanned the hallway, looking for witnesses. There were just too many people. He couldn't take her now. Frustrated he decide to look for an alternative. He knew just the place.

It had been three days since Selena had shot Nate Gray. She hadnt really talked much. When Dominik came to take her final statement, he was very patient and gentle with her. She appreciated his kindness. She knew that Dominik would tell Demi everything that happened. It hurt her to know that Demi would blame herself for this. She knew that the tattooed woman would feel guilty. The truth was, there wasn't anything she could have done about it. She shuddered as she remembered the way he clawed at her clothes. If she hadnt remembered that she had bought a gun, she would have probably ended up raped and murdered. Her skin crawled at the thought of being raped. She knew the physical and psychological trauma that came along with that sick act of violence. She had witnessed it all too much in her line of work. She groaned as she shifted in the bed. Her entire body hurt. She smiled when she saw Demi walk in.

"Hey." Demi said softly.

"Hey yourself." Selena replied.

"Are you ok?"

"No. But yes." Selena answered honestly.

"You wanna talk about it?" Demi asked as she sat down in the chair next to Selena's bed.

"I...I was so scared." She said her voice cracking. "When he drug me into the room, I was just going to give up." Demi watched as the tears rolled down her bruised cheeks. "While he was distracted with removing my clothes, I remembered I had bought a gun and that it was in my nightstand. I pulled it out and pulled the trigger until it stopped firing. I heard it click several times before I dropped it. I felt relieved Demi. I killed him and I felt relieved." She whispered.

"It's ok to feel that way Selena. He hurt you. He might have killed you." Demi said softly.

"What right do I have to take someone's life?"

"You had no other choice."

"I shouldn't have to make those kind of choices." She whispered.

"I know baby. I know."

They sat in silence until Camila popped into the room.

"I'm hungry." She groaned.

"Can you wait until we get your sister discharged or are you gonna die if you don't eat now?" Demi asked the teenager.

"I seriously think I'm going to die." The dramatic teenager answered.

"So, you're literally going to die if you don't eat like right now." Demi said.

"You're making fun of me." Camila pouted.

Demi smiled. "I am. Here go grab something out of the vending machine and I'll take you wherever you want once they let Sel go. Deal?" Demi asked as she held up her wallet.

"Yeeeessssssss." Camila answered, as she took the wallet and left the room.

"You're really cute with her." Selena said smiling.

"I try."

"We should have kids." Selena said softly.

Demi raised an eyebrow. "Well holy shit! Sleep with a girl once and bam! She wants to have your baby." She teased.

"Shut up!" Selena answered chuckling. "You're horrible." She added shaking her head.

"Hey, so I actually have a serious question to ask you." Demi stated, nervously.

"I'm listening." Selena said as she adjusted in the bed.

"Soooo, I know that we have only been seeing each other for a relatively short amount of time, however I thought that considering the circumstances and the fact that I am absolutely crazy about you, I was wondering if maybe you wanted to move in?"

"Are you serious?"

"Umm, yes. I realize me asking you that is like lesbian cliche number one." Demi said smiling. "But, we have known each other for a while now so it kinda just makes sense..." She trailed off. Selena covered her mouth with her hand and started laughing.

"Dem, you're adorable."

"Ok. Well answer the fucking question!"

"Yes. I will move in."

"Good. I'm glad you said yes. It would have been awkward to explain why I had already paid the movers to clear out your apartment." She said plastering a smile on her face and raising both eyebrows.

As they sat there talking, Demi was happy to see Selena smiling and laughing again. She was worried about her. She knew that the toughest part of the healing process had yet to come. She hoped that Selena would be strong enough to get through it. She knew first hand the nightmares and the sleepless nights that accompanied acts of violence. She knew how it felt to take a life.

"Excuse me, Detective?" A nurse asked from the doorway.

"Yes." Demi answered.

"Someone found your wallet in the staircase."

"What?"

"Didn't you just give Cam your wallet?" Selena asked, the worry evident her voice.

Demi immediately stood up. "What staircase? Show me now." She ordered the nurse.

"Follow me, I'll show you." The nurse said as she led Demi down the hallway toward the back staircase.

"Where does this go?" The detective asked.

"The parking garage."

Demi pulled her out gun and started down the stairs. She scanned the narrow space for any signs of a struggle or any clues as to what was happening. When she got to the ground floor, she noticed what looked like blood on the door handle. As she pushed the door open, she could hear her heartbeat in her ears. She took a deep breath and entered the the parking area. It was deathly silent. She looked around the immediate area but saw nothing that had anything to do with Camila. "Camila!" She called out. She paused a moment but heard nothing but the echo of her voice. As she headed back toward the staircase door, she heard a car engine roar to life. She quickly took off running toward the sound. Her heart sank when she recognized the Toyota Corolla from all those months ago. "Hey! Stop!" She screamed. The driver immediately pulled out of the parking stall, and sped for the exit. Demi chased the vehicle, but she knew she wouldn't be able to catch it. She chased it onto the street as it sped into traffic and drove out of sight. She pulled out her phone and immediately called in a description of the vehicle and Camila. Once she hung up the phone, she steeled herself for what she had to next. Tell Selena her little sister was just kidnapped.

Selena felt numb. There was only so much one person could take before it all became to much. She felt like she had reached her breaking point. She was thankful for Demi's strength. Without her, she would crumble. She barely registered anything that was happening around her. She heard Demi barking orders at the various hospital staff and security guards. Dominik had arrived about twenty minutes ago. She could see him talking with several nurses, asking if they saw anything.

"Sel, Denise is going to take you with her ok?" Demi told Selena softly.

"I cant leave Dem." Selena said her bottom lip quivering. "What if she comes back?"

"Listen to me. Shes not just going to come back. I will find her. I swear to fucking god I'll find her. I don't care if I have to tear this city apart brick by brick. I will find her. I need to know that you're being taken of. Go with Denise." Demi told the distraught woman as she held her face in both her hands.

Selena nodded as the tears fell from her eyes. "Find her." She whispered. Demi kissed her, and Denise wrapped an arm around her and led her out of the hospital.

"I want all the camera footage and I want to know who's been in and out of that parking lot." Demi snapped. "You!" She said, pointing at one of the security guards. "Go through the footage until you find a car that matches this description." She said as she scribbled some notes onto a piece of paper. "Once you find it, you get me a screenshot of whoever is driving it. Do you understand?" The man nodded in response as he took the piece of paper and began to search through the security footage.

"Demi! Dispatch just called. Patrol is in pursuit of the vehicle you called in." Dominik called out.

Both detectives immediately exited the hospital and climbed into their unmarked unit. Dominik turned on the lights and siren and headed toward the pursuit. Once they caught up, Demi could feel her apprension rising.

"All units in pursuit this is King 25, proceed with caution, victim is possibly located in the trunk. Do not strike the vehicle." Demi said into the radio microphone.

"That's a negative on victim in the trunk. We have a visual. Subject has her in the passenger seat." Both detectives heard over the radio.

"10-4." Demi responded.

"All units be advised subject is armed. He has the victim at gunpoint. He's slowing down." Another officer advised over the radio.

Dominik grabbed the radio mic "All units this is King 23, keep a safe distance. Do not provoke the subject. I've got the scene."

Demi nodded at her partner. She knew exactly why he took command of the scene. Her judgment would be impaired and she wouldn't be able to make rational decisions. They both quickly exited the vehicle.

"Set up a perimeter!" The male detective shouted to the officers.

"Fuck." Demi muttered as she looked toward the teenager being held at gunpoint.

"I wanna know who the fuck is in that car!" Demi growled at her partner.

"I know." He told his irate partner. "This is King 23, I need SWAT at my location. We have a hostage situation." He spoke into the radio.

Demi was growing impatient. She looked around at the officers taking cover behind the vehicles with their weapons drawn. She felt so helpless. She never took her gaze off the man holding a weapon to Camila's head. She watched in horror as the man opened the car door and drug Camila out by her hair. Demi almost charged forward when she saw the teenager hit the ground. He quickly yanked her back up and used her as a shield.

"Holy fucking shit." She heard Dominik mutter. "He works at the hospital."

"That mutherfucker." Demi spat as she started to walk toward the man.

"One more fucking step detective and I'll blow her pretty little head off of her fucking shoulders!" She heard Dr. Anderson yell. She stopped immediately. "I want all these cars gone now!" He yelled.

"Let the girl go!" Dominik ordered the doctor.

"The rest of these officers need to leave, or she fucking dies. I will not repeat myself." The wild eyed man responded.

"Fall back!" Dominik ordered. "Now!" Hesitantly, the rest of the officers entered their vehicles and pulled away.

"Drop your weapons now. Both of you." Anderson directed.

"Fuck you!" Demi yelled.

"I will only ask you one more time. I will kill her. It's your choice if she lives or dies."

Dominik slowly lowered his weapon and dropped it in front of him. "Demi do it." He said his voice low and strained.

Demi dropped her weapon and crossed her arms. "Let her go. Now." Demi said through clenched teeth. As both detectives stood there, they knew that something had to give. Dominik realized that Anderson was going to shoot Demi. He watched as he removed the pistol from the teenagers head and pointed it toward Demi. As soon as the gun moved he pushed Demi, as the shot rang out he felt the burn of lead as it pierced his chest, tearing through the tissues and organs underneath his skin. The pain was instant and excruciating. He heard a second shot and grimaced as he felt it tear through his knee. As he fell, to the ground he landed on top of Demi. "Camila." The wounded detective choked out. Demi had a look of complete horror on her face. She turned her attention to Anderson and ran toward her gun. She was relieved when he flung Camila against the car and took off running. Camila immediately sprang to her feet and ran into Demi's arms. She began to cry hysterically.

"I've got you. You're safe." Demi murmered into the teenagers hair. Quickly she released the girl and ran over to her wounded partner. She pulled off her blazer and pressed it onto the bleeding wound. She handed Camila her phone and instructed her to call her sister. The patrol units that were forced to fall back, returned to the scene. "Hold this here!" She instructed the teenager. "Stay with him!" She yelled as she picked up her weapon and ran in the direction she saw Anderson go. She knew he had a head start. She didn't care. She would find him and when she did, she'd kill him.