Martini Dreams: Being Watched

by tarskeewee08

"John my god I can do it..."
"Stop fighting me!" he snapped trying to help her out of her shirt. Evangeline let him work her arms through. She had to admit the cracked rib was something that she couldn't easily get passed. It hurt terribly to lift her arms. But he was treating her like a china doll and it was driving her nuts. Watching him as he pulled her shirt gently over her head she smirked. "I guess you want me out of my pants most of all."

He looked up at her confused then smiled at the devilish look in her eyes "We can't very well delve into that tonight. You aren't ready."

"I can handle my own" she said challengingly.

John shook his head and helped her up. Unbuttoning her pants he stared into her eyes as he unzipped them and then pulled them down her hips. Bending to pull her feet free Evangeline braced herself by placing her hand on his shoulders and stepped out of them. When he was done she stood before him in her bra and panties with a bandage wrapped around her torso.

"I hate that you've been so banged up since you got on this case" he said looking at her dark bruising on her chest.

"Comes with the job you know that." she said dismissively.
He reached up to her ponytail and pulled the barrette loose to let her hair fall around her shoulders. "I prefer it this way"
"I see" she said looking into his eyes longingly. She wanted him even in her state and if he made any advance on her she would work hard to give in.

Leading her to the bed he pulled back the covers and waited for her to climb underneath. She unhooked her bra in the front and let it fall from her shoulders and climbed inside with nothing on but her panties.

Looking at him and smiling slyly he shook his head and pull the covers back over her. Opening the armoire in the room he took the remote and flipped on the TV. John kicked off his shoes as he put it on the local news. He got undressed and tossed her the remote. Evangeline turned up the TV to here the broadcaster.


In other news….The LPD is still unable to find Craig Carlson aka Officer Joseph Ortega. Craig Carlson is being sought for the questioning in the murders of five women in Llanview and was labeled the 'Doll Man' for the macabre things he did with the victims.

An image of Ortega was up on the screen next to the news caster. Evangeline looked at his face with the unassuming smile and felt her anger simmer. Why didn't she know those eyes when she saw his DMV picture. She should have connected the dots sooner.

A spokesperson from the Mayors office released a statement confirming the investigation is moving along and the LPD hoped to be making an arrest soon.

John came over and got in the bed with her. Evangeline immediate snuggled under his arms. "Do you think he may have just left Pennsylvania?" she asked wishfully.

"No, I think you're right. He got what he wanted when we gave him the media exposure. I don't think he's done."

Evangeline moaned and shifted her body underneath him seeking more comfort. "I still feel that we missed something John. I mean what set him off?"

John feeling exhausted from the drive and the day rubbed her arm and allowed himself to drift off. Evangeline kept watching the news and eventually heard his light snore. Snuggling close to him she smiled and drifted to sleep as well. He wasn't in the mood to talk about work and that was fine with her.

Ortega got out of his car and walked up the path to the cabin. Everything was dark and silent. The lights to the front were off and he decided to circle the perimeter to get a good look at the way in and out of the place.

After walking several feet he saw a soft blue glow from a back window. Creeping silently to it he heard the murmur of a TV. Looking up into the window he saw them curled up in each other arms on the bed with the light of the TV washing over them. He couldn't really see her except for the top her head that rested on his chest and arm thrown across it.

How did the Lt. get someone like her? He wasn't half the man that he was. Jealousy crept into him and fought the urge to break up the little comforting embrace they shared. He had strict orders to handle things differently. He wasn't used to taking orders but the debt he owed made it impossible for him not to follow through with the plan already in motion.

He was able to kill his bitch of a mother and start his own masterpiece so the least he could do is deal with them. Smiling he lowered himself and stepped on a branch. Crouching he took off in the direction he came.
Evangeline head popped up. She looked over at the window suspiciously. The tv was stil on and John was snoring but she got the errie feeling that something was wrong. Easing off his chest she slid out of bed. Walking over to the tv she turned it off and headed to the window. The room now dark except for the glow spilling in from the moon. She pulled back the curtain and looked into the night. The half moon hung in the sky the stars glistened all around. Looking into the forest she shivered. Her senses were heightened and she felt a cold feeling of dread creep through her. Hearing her him moan she looked back at the bed. He lay there chest exposed with tattoos on his arm and chest. He was a an amazing, friend, lover, partner and she was glad he was at her side. Walking back to the bed she eased back inside careful not to over exert herself.

Feeling her climb in he immediately reached for her and she gently laid across his chest. Relaxing she ignored the feeling that they were on borrowed time and fell into a blissful sleep in his arms.

The Next Day

John felt Evangeline plop down on the bed and looked up to see her grinning in his shirt with a box in her lap. Rising on his elbow he frowned and reached for his watch. It's just 7 am. "What are you doing up? What is that you have?"

"You aren't much of a kidnapper." She said opening the box.
"What do you mean?" John said wiping his eyes.
"No food baby, except this..." she said pulling out a box of crackers and looking down at more canned gods. "I tried to surprise you for breakfast and this is all I found"

John laughed. He thought of quite a lot to get her here, but food was not it. "Well is there anything you can salvage?"

"Ha! You are kidding right? Pork & beans, potted meat, tuna, canned salmon and a box of a crackers is all we got." She said moving the box to the bed and wincing from the effort.

"Why are you carrying anything, you aren't well" he said frowning at her pain
"Oh don't start" she said rising. John reached and grabbed her wrist, preventing her from leaving. "Wait I'm sorry…"

She looked at him "No you aren't, you are just being you and I get that. But right now we need to come up with a plan to eat. I have to take my medicine on a full stomach. Besides I don't like tuna." She said smirking at him.

Jon got up from bed. "Then I will go to the store and get your breakfast."
"I can stay here until you get back."
"Absolutely not, I won't play that game with you we stick together."

Evangeline frowned as she watched him stretch and head to the bathroom. He gave her an I'm serious look "You coming?" he said standing at the door of the bathroom.

She smiled and followed him in. They could remove her bandage today according to Mike and she was in desperate need of a shower wit him. He patted her on the butt as she passed him by and closed the door.

Ortega moved the car into the woods for cover and secured a spot at the top of the forested hill to watch the cabin. Looking through his binoculars he watched them walk out of the cabin laughing. She wore a green shirt and jeans and her hair blew in her face as the wind caught it. She swiped it away smiling and pranced to the car in what seemed like slow motion to him. Her gait was erotic and her laughter floated up to him in the forest.

They were kindred spirits.

When he first was told that he had work to do and that it was to bring about the closure he wanted from that bitch of a mother, he had no idea his life work would bring her him.

When he received the call that she was coming and to be on the ready, he thought it would be an easy task. Now he knew differently. She was a lot more fearless than he was used too when it came to women. The way she pursued him into the woods without backup, and that maneuver to knock him out when he held her captive. He had never met a woman so tough.

They pulled out of the driveway and Ortega lowered his binoculars. Getting up from his position he tossed them into his bag. Putting his gun into the back of his pants he scaled down the slope heading toward the cabin. He had to check out the cabin quick, he had no idea how long they would be gone.

John walked down the isle pushing the shopping cart behind her watching her shop. Every now and then she would pull something from the shelf and flash him a smile asking if he liked it. She had no idea how he could careless what she cooked as long as she was by his side.

Once they covered all bases and grabbed a couple of bottles of cheap wine, they rang up their stash and headed back to the cabin. John called into the station and was told that Ortega was still off radar and that the case was stalling. Evangeline tensed up and became quiet.

"You okay?"
"I just don't like this. I mean it's not like him to not jostle for attention"
"I know, I think our boy is laying in wait" John said driving down the isolated country road. The grocery store was 45 minutes away and they were another 20 minutes from the cabin.

"Do you think he's tracking us? I mean we are isolated and he does have a vendetta" she said thinking about the feeling she had last night of being watched.

"I don't know but I think until we decide our next move we need to be very alert and careful."
"I agree" she said
John looked over at her. Her bruise on her face was healed and he was grateful for that at least. When he took her bandage off her ribcage he noticed the dark bruises were beginning to fade. She was such a tough cookie. Smiling he reached and touched her hand "French Toast"
"Excuse me?"
"I want French Toast for breakfast…can you make it?"
She laughed "Why didn't you tell me in the store. I could have gotten the bread for French Toast"

John frowned "We got bread"
Evangeline shook he head "Not the kind for my famous French Toast"
John laughed and kept driving. She held his hand and looked back out the window, maybe when this was all over she and him could have a future together. She warmed up more and more to what was happening to them.

Ortega stuck a pair of her panties in his pocket as a souvenir. Walking out of the bedroom he headed toward the back door of the cabin. He stepped out and pulled out his cell phone.

"Hello"
"Hey, it's not a trap, I think their here for some rest or something"
"Or something?"
"You know what I mean, she's a hot broad so I'm sure he just wanted to get her alone."
"Enough! I need you to focus Craig. Where are they now?"

Craig hawk spit the cold in chest and looked back at the cabin as he left it "I don't know probably went to breakfast or something. She looked okay when I saw her this morning and he was clueless as usual."

"Well the police have your picture all over. You can't come back to Llanview, I need you to get ready to move on them. I have a place for you to use but it's a 100 miles from where you are. I don't know how you will get there undetected."

Ortega laughed "I can handle it just give me the details. I will move on them tonight."

John and Evangeline unloaded the car and brought in the grocery. Once inside she said she would wash up before starting breakfast. John nodded and started to unpack the grocery as she turned and headed for the bedroom.
Heading to the bathroom something peculiar caught her eye. Her bag lay on top of the bed unzipped. Turning she stared at it. That bag had her undergarments and she made sure to zip it up so she didn't have them hanging open for full view. She was particular about her things and she knew that she zipped it.

Walking over to it she pulled the flap back and looked at her things. Instead of the neat folds that she usually had when packing and unpacking they were in disarray. John came to the door and saw her standing over her bag confused.

"Something wrong?"
"Yes…" she said turning around looking at him
"Evangeline?"

Walking to her other bag she unzipped it quick and found her gun. Pulling it out she popped the clip and checked for bullets.

"What's wrong?" he asked walking in and looking at the bag open and on the bed.

"He's been here!" she snapped pushing pass him heading from the living room.
"What?" John asked following her out "Why do you think he's been here?"
"My stuff, he's had his nasty hands all through my things!" she hissed going to a window and peering out of it holding her gun.

John looked back at her bag on the bed open "Are you sure?"
"John! Please…I am telling you has been here!" he snapped
John saw the anger in her eyes and heard the panic in her voice. Walking over to her he touched her arm. "Calm down baby"

She looked at him confused "Calm down…I told you he's been here! I should have known, last night something was off."

"What happened last night?"
"Nothing, just a feeling I had" she said looking out of the window.

"Well we can call in some back up and have them search the area." John said going to his phone.

"Wait, what if I'm wrong and we waste the effort" Evangeline didn't want to be irrational, but something about this perp had her on edge. She lowered the gun and walked into his arms. Could she be wrong? Could she have left the bag open? John rubbed her back. "Are you sure that he was here?"

"No…" she said weakly
"It's okay baby, like I said you have been through a trauma and its going to take sometime to get your bearings. Let me cook breakfast and you check everything out to see if anything else looks disturbed."

She nodded and lifted her head to kiss him. "Okay"
He smiled down in her face "It really okay…." He said letting her go.

Ortega started the car and backed it out of the wooded hiding place he secured. He needed to get ready for tonight. Soon he will have everything he wanted and the pretty Evangeline Williamson was the key.