A Killer's Law
A/N: I would like to thank all of those who reviewed and read my story! This chapter you can expect Calleigh, I promise. I was going to put her in the last chapter, but I kind of got carried away with Sofia… Blame my muse! I have no idea what I'm doing until I actually start typing. I expect to update again sometime by Friday night or early Saturday morning.
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Chapter Twelve:
Michael's phone rang. He frowned. Who was calling him again? He turned and smiled at Calleigh. "Don't worry, Fi, I'll be back soon." He kissed her on the forehead and left. He closed the door behind him, locking it. He pulled out his cell phone angrily.
"Hello?"
"Michael! Thank god."
"Who is this?"
"It's Jason Robb. Sofia's partner."
"Robb! Why are you calling me? I thought—"
"It doesn't matter. Michael, what's happened to you?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean why did you kill those people?"
"I haven't killed anyone! I promise, Robb. Why would I lie to you?"
"Are you sure? The police are looking for you."
"What?" Michael was furious. The police were looking for him? How did they figure it out?? They were only supposed to know why he had to kill those other girls. He had to kill them because they weren't Sofia… And, he could tell when he finally had them that they weren't his love.
So, he couldn't let them live. He needed Sofia. It wasn't her fault that she had to leave him. She had to protect herself by faking her own death. He had searched all over the United States, knowing that she couldn't use her passport, before realizing that she would never leave the east coast. He worked his way South, spending the most time in North Carolina, where she was from.
After coming to Florida, he decided that she would still be a cop. Protecting people was Sofia's passion and she would never be able to stop. So he searched and searched. And it angered him when he was wrong. He didn't mean to kill all of those other women, but… he couldn't help it. It was a compulsion.
"Where are you, Mike?"
"I'm in North Carolina… Sitting on Sofia's favorite beach," he lied quickly.
"Good. Cause they want you in Miami. Ever been there?"
Michael laughed slightly, "No. I guess I should avoid it now."
"Yeah. Well, take care."
"You too." With that, Michael hung up. He checked the time. It was ten in the morning. He thought he should probably get breakfast for them.
He knocked gently on the door. "Sophie, I'm going to get breakfast. The door back there leads to a bathroom if you need it. I also left you a change of clothes so you can take a shower." Calleigh didn't respond. "Sophie?"
"O-okay," she answered, still worried. She heard Michael's retreating footsteps and breathed a sigh of relief. She stood up quickly. She opened the door to the bathroom and found a sink, a toilet, a mirror, and a shower/bath. No windows. She turned and headed back to the main room.
She approached the door and turned the handle. Locked. Calleigh quickly pulled open the drawers, hoping to find something useful. She found clothes and photos. Curious, she grabbed a photo album. The pictures were of Sofia and Michael, doing various things. They looked so happy… She shook her head and replaced the photo album. She went into the bathroom again.
The mirror opened into a medicine cabinet. Inside was toothpaste, a toothbrush, a brush, hair elastics, bobby pins, makeup—wait, bobby pins! She grabbed a few and straightened them out. The metal bent fairly easily and turned into perfect lock picks. Calleigh went to the door and hoped she remembered how to pick a lock.
Several years ago when she had dated this guy who's living was… questionable, he taught her how to pick a lock. She inserted two pieces of metal and moved them around, waiting to hear the click of the lock disabling. After a few minutes, the lock clicked. Calleigh smiled. She went back to the bathroom and turned the shower on hot. She pulled the shower curtain closed and left, closing the bathroom door. She went to the main door and left, closing the door softly.
She locked it again and ran off, bringing the bobby pins with her. She ran down the hallways, confused. Everything was covered in a thick layer of dust, as though no one had been in here for years. She was planning on following their original footprints, but the floor was swept in every direction. She slowed to a jog, peering into every room she passed.
The rooms looked like bedrooms; each room had two beds, a bureau, and a desk. All of it was covered in dust. She continued on her journey, trying to escape. Finally, she passed a window. Calleigh stopped and stood on her tiptoes and tried to look through it. She wiped it off with her hand, hoping to see through the grime. All she could see was storm clouds and rain.
She squinted and thought she saw the ocean, but it could just be the darkness playing tricks on her. She continued, following the outer part of the building where there were windows. This place obviously hadn't been made for colourfulness. The walls looked dull and grey and she assumed that they had originally been that gross shade of grey. The windows were also small and raised up so high that Calleigh would have no chance of climbing through one.
Calleigh was becoming discouraged when she heard a noise. She could've sworn that she heard a lock tumble. Holding her breath, she went into the nearest room. She entered the room slowly; trying to make sure it was impossible to see that she had entered it. She hid behind the door and looked out the crack between the door and the doorframe.
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Michael had just returned from the grocery store. He had purchased Sofia's favorite breakfast: s'mores poptarts. He walked back to her room, excited to be sharing a meal with her again. After all, it had been too long since they had eaten together. He walked down the hallway, completely missing Calleigh.
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Calleigh watched him pass. She didn't breath again until his footsteps were faint. If she were surer of the location of the room, she would've waited longer. But, it was only so long until he got suspicious and checked the shower. She ran silently down the hallway, thanking god that she had the sense to wear silent shoes yesterday. Finally, she reached a door.
She breathed a sigh of relief when she could see the outside world from a tiny, grimy window in the door. She inserted two bobby pins in the lock, praying that she was better this time around. Calleigh moved the thin strips of metal around. She continued to try to pick the lock while she listened for Michael. Click. A resounding click sounded and Calleigh would've sworn that it could be heard in New York.
She carefully turned the handle and pushed open the door. She stood motionless with the door open an inch, holding her breath. Just when she was about to breath a sigh of relief, an alarm sounded. Panicked, Calleigh dashed out of the door, running blindly away from the building. She saw nothing around her but more buildings in similar condition as the one she was just in.
The blonde ran towards a load of shipping containers, praying that she would be fast enough to get a good enough head start to hide well.
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Michael unlocked Sofia's room. He heard the shower and smiled. She was making herself at home again. He waited several minutes. Suddenly, the alarm went off. He stood and threw open the door to the bathroom and ripped back the shower curtain. She was gone.
He didn't think, only ran. He ran to the door at full speed. He turned corners without slowing down, causing him to nearly run into several walls. The door was wide open when he arrived. He struggled to see where she went, but the rain made it almost impossible to see. A flash of lightning illuminated the world and he thought he saw something moving near the storage containers.
Michael ran toward them, his long legs eating the distance between them swiftly. He couldn't understand why Sofia would want to leave him. She loved him. She had told him. Something must be wrong with her… That's it. She was sick. Maybe she was just scared to tell him something…
When he found her, he would have to watch her more carefully. He had forgotten how crafty his little Sofia was. Next time, he would use the chains.
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Calleigh reached the storage containers just as a bolt of lightning split the sky. She flinched slightly when the eminent thunder crashed. However, she continued to run. The storage containers were mostly empty and old. A few new ones were mixed in with them, though. They all seemed to be broken in one way or another.
She weighed her options quickly in her head. On the one hand, she could climb into one of the storage containers and pray that he didn't look in them. On the other, she could continue running. After all, these were the containers that sat on barges and barges meant docks and docks meant people. But, it was raining and not many people would be outside.
She continued to run through the graveyard of storage containers, unable to think clearly. Calleigh refused to turn around to see if anyone was following her. She ran blindly, her breath beginning to come in gasps. She saw a badly crashed boat thrown in amoung the containers and decided that that would be the best hiding place. She ran to in and flung herself beneath the ruins of it. She breathed deeply and slowly, trying to be as silent and as still as possible.
Another bolt of lightning, almost immediately followed by thunder, made her jump slightly as she cowered inside the boat.
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He had lost sight of her. And it pissed him off. Why would his Sofia want to leave? He had already forgiven her. He had treated her like a princess. Michael shook his head and continued to run. He couldn't see her, but he was sure that Sofia had come this way.
He scanned every container he saw but she wasn't in any of them. He passed a boat and slowed. Sofia was smart. She knew that the storage containers only had one door. But, the boat. The boat had several exits. Especially since it was falling apart. He approached it slowly and looked inside….
A/N: Okay! Well, that's it for this chapter. I felt bad since there was no Calleigh in the last chapter… I hope you liked it! Don't worry, the team will be in the next chapter. I don't remember who suggested it, but someone suggested that Calleigh escape on her own. And, I totally agreed. So, there you have it! She escaped on her own. Err… sort of… She's not out of the woods yet!! And, just so you know, bobby pins are VERY useful. They keep your hair back and make excellent lock picks!
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