Cold

Jessica's P.O.V.

Don't think about what he will do. Think about saving two people who you care about. Think about getting some sort of closure. Think about how as soon as you get back to the hospital, you are going to grab Kendall and never, ever let him go. Start on making some babies and live your life with him, with no more problems. Just the mere thought of Kendall with me, and having a life with him, I smiled. It was out of place, in the truck. The two other bodies with me, were not smiling. And the tension was so thick you could cut it with a Samurai sword. But Kendall made me smile. And at first that made me pissed. Because he really hurt me. He fucked another girl behind my back. On his desk in his office. We never did that. But he got stabbed. And had his throat slit. All because he wanted to try to help me and stop the lunatic who was killing girls. That meant the world to me, and it made my head finally snap on straight. Somewhere, deep down, I knew I wanted to kill him for being stupid. But on top, on the surface, all I wanted was to kiss him, let him eat me out…do what ever he wanted. "Fuck…" I looked up from the hand gun I was loading and swallowed hard seeing my old house, dark, and uninviting, with a police car in the driveway. I scooted up in my seat, in the back of James truck and reached out handing a gun to Logan who was tightly strapping his bullet proof vest on his body. He took the gun from me and I sighed out sitting back. I pulled my leather jacket off, and quickly lifted my shirt. "I don't like this Logan." I eyed James as he parked his truck across the street from my old house, taking his seatbelt off. He glanced back at me, lingered on my half naked torso, making me roll my eyes as I put my bullet proof vest on my body.

"For the last time…if you go in with us, who knows what this psycho will do?" I watched Logan pull his shirt back on and then put his holsters on his shoulders. He slipped two guns into each holster and looked back at me. I tightened my vest tight and pulled my shirt back on. I went to grab my jacket, but my arm was grabbed and gripped tight. I looked up to Logan who was shaking his head. "I'm going in first. By myself." I laughed pulling my arm from his grasp and pulled my jacket on, putting my gun into the holder in my jacket. "Are you ever going to listen to me?" I smiled reaching down and felt the knife my dad gave me when I joined the police academy and made sure it was safely in place strapped to my leg. I took in a deep breath, pushed open the back door sliding out quick. I slammed my door hard hearing Logan's also slam and started to walk across the street to my old home.

For some reason, I checked both ways before walking across the dark, empty street, thinking, something was going to happen. But nothing did. Logan and I walked side by side, with nothing happening. There was no movement or sound from the house and it worried me. As we walked up alongside the police car I looked in quick, seeing nothing. I let Logan get in front of me and glanced back seeing James still in his truck sucking down a cigarette. I took in a shaky breath and looked back to see Logan walking up the front steps to my house. As I followed, I pulled my gun out of my jacket and held it down at my side getting next to Logan who was stopped in front of my closed door. I tensed up seeing a folded note nailed to the front door and reached out for it. I let Logan lean over my shoulder as I unfolded it. "Don't come in together, ladies first. Take the stairs and you'll find a mother, unharmed. But walk to the back and you save a life." I swallowed hard looking back at Logan and he shook his head putting a gun in his hand, cocking it.

"Go to the back…I'll get your mom." He whispered it quickly in my ear and I nodded tossing the paper to the ground. I raised my hand, leveling my gun with my vision and watched Logan quietly, open the door. It swung open, gently hitting the wall behind it and I took one step inside the dark, cold house. I stopped quick however hearing a muffled cry, from upstairs, and knew it was my mother. I swallowed hard taking a few more steps inside the house, squinting in the darkness. I raised my gun looking up the stairs and felt something cold go behind me. I turned fast and saw the front door slam shut. I was encased in darkness instantly. "Jessica!" I heard the door know jiggle, and even heard Logan's body shove into it but it was no use. It was locked tight, and just as my vision started to get used to the darkness blinding white light shinned bright, all around me. I lowered my gun and covered my eyes slightly seeing a figure in front of me. He raised a gun, to the door and I sucked in a hard breath.

"Logan! Get down!" I heard the gun go off and I walked forward, shoving into the body shooting. The gun dropped from his hand as I shoved him into the corner by the door and raised my own gun fast. I pushed off the guy and pointed it at his head breathing hard. A man, I know I had seen before, stood up, smiling ever so slightly. He raised his hands and shook his head, looking my body up and down.

"Fuck…how long did it take you to figure out where I was?" I swallowed a hard-lump hearing something outside the door and kept my shoulders straight, keeping my gun pointed right at his head. "You're so, so, so God damn beautiful Jessica. And it pisses me off because you have never given me the time of day."

"Where are they Brad? Where is my mother and where is Melissa Garcia?" He chuckled lowering his hands and I finally cocked my gun watching his every move. He only shook his head and started to walk to my old dining room area. I followed with my eyes and my body watching him walk to a small table with four chairs around it.

"I will tell you how you can help them, if you sit down with me, and have dinner." I shook my head watching him take a seat at the table and remained standing.

"Or I put a bullet in your skull and find them myself." He chuckled opening a casserole dish beside him grabbing a serving spoon. "Brad!" He looked up and sat back pointing to the chair across from him.

"You don't want me dead Jessica. Because I know everything about this house…it would be dangerous to walk around it without knowing about the traps. So please…sit. I made my family's world-famous dish. It's just meatloaf and mashed potatoes with some green beans but the ingredients my mother uses…to die for." He smiled bright and I reluctantly moved forward right by the chair across from him. I kept my gun raised and he sighed grabbing the serving spoon again. "Okay. Stand if it will make you feel better." He scooped some food onto his plate and I felt stupid. I could take care of this right now. I could either kill him or put him in handcuffs and find my mother and Melissa. But hearing he could have this place rigged to be dangerous made me stand still, still pointing my gun at him. "Do you know I sent you flowers in the hospital after Don took you and defiled your beautiful body? I doubt you even realized they were from me. That piece of shit criminal probably said he got them. But I knew. And I knew you loved them, because they were your favorite. Black Eyed Susan's." He chuckled stabbing his fork into his mashed potatoes and looked down at them, shaking his head. "I think the first time I tried to ask you out, you were with Logan. You guys were sitting at your desks and he asked if you wanted to get dinner after work. You giggled and said yes. That was the moment I knew…I had to kill Logan." I felt my heart snap remembering he just shot through the door Logan was standing outside of and tightened my grip on my gun. "But I never got the chance. My dad always kept me on the desk, answering calls, and getting him coffee. I was never able to get close enough to precious Logan to take care of it. Fast forward three years and I found out you were fucking a hardcore criminal and something…snapped." He looked up putting his fork down and smiled small. He was looking off into the distance, as if remembering something. "I was so distraught. I am a good guy. I follow the law, and I pay my taxes. But that clearly wasn't good enough. You didn't want the good guy, because you tossed Logan out like he was nothing. You paid no attention to me or any other decent guy in your life. Instead…you started dating a thug. And I figured it out." He glanced up to my face and his smile fell. "If you wanted to be with the bad guy, I could turn into the bad guy. Luckily, I had some pull with Don Christiano, and the very lovely, beautiful Claire Smith." I felt something hard poke my back and froze.

"Drop the gun." I heard a female voice behind me and slowly lowered my gun feeling hers poke into my back. "Just so you know, they didn't come alone. A cop car pulled up outside, and after you shot Logan…" They way she said Logan's name made my skin crawl as I set my gun on the table in front of me. "That giant handsome ex FBI agent, grabbed Logan and I'm pretty sure they called backup, so could you just hurry this up, so we can go?" I was shoved roughly to the chair she pulled out and sat down watching her grab my gun and walk to the head of the table. I tensed up, clenching my fists in my lap seeing the same women who Kendall was fucking and watched her sit down keeping her gun pointed at me. "Let's see if I can help." I turned to Brad raising an eyebrow and he shook his head sitting back, crossing his arms over his chest. "Brad has been trying his hardest to get his dick inside you and all you've done is ignore him and act like every guy wants you, which they don't." I chuckled sitting back and she smirked leaning forward. "We literally killed four innocent women to get you to notice Brad and what did you do? You continued to ignore him. So now were going to kill your mom, and Logan's girlfriend and against my better judgement, take you d=with us so Brad can finally have his fun with you."

"Claire is everything ready upstairs?" Claire gave Brad a blank look and they both stared each other down. "I said…"

"How about I take the lead from here. You have done enough damage already. You were supposed to make sure Logan came in…"

"So, he could protect her? Just because you want to fuck him before we…" He stopped hearing my laughing and I got both to turn to me. "Is something funny?" I laughed again and sat back putting one leg over the other looking between the two.

"It's pretty pathetic you two have to kill people, or force people to love you. It's actually really sad and I kind of feel bad for you." Claire slammed her gun down onto the table and stood up. As she walked to me, Brad also stood up and tried to stop her, But Claire was too fast. She wrapped both her hands around my neck and squeezed. I gasped out quickly reaching down to my leg and pulled my knife out of its holder raising it. I shoved it into her stomach, making her hands fall off my neck. She yelled out and I stood up fast, swinging hard, hitting her right in the face. She fell back, onto her back, and smacked her head hard onto the hard wood, knocking her out. I bent down fast and took my knife out of her stomach turning fast. Brad was staring at me with wide eyes and a huge grin on his face.

"That was so fucking hot." I quickly grabbed my gun, and Claire's gun and raised one staring at him.

"Where are they Brad?!" He raised his hands again just as I heard a loud muffled scream from upstairs. I glanced over my shoulder at the stairs and he chuckled.

"Your mother is fine. She's just scared. It's Melissa I'd be worried about." I looked back to him and started to lower my gun. He lowered his hands and smiled shrugging. "I knew you'd come around to me Jessica. We could be so happy together." I pulled the trigger fast, aiming at his leg and hit him hard in the right thigh. He fell to the ground and screamed out, holding his leg. I pocketed my knife and the extra gun and ran through my kitchen, looking for anything that he could have rigged to hurt someone. There was nothing. I went right to my glass door and gasped quietly. Lying in the middle of the deck, tied up tight, hands together, and legs tied all the way around from the top of her thighs, down to her ankles. I put my hand on the handle of the glass door and before I could open it, my body was slammed into hard and went down to the ground roughly. My gun flew out of my hand and I felt a slight poke to my side where my knife was still in my stomach. "I am getting so fucking sick of you bitch." I was shoved to my back and both my hands were grabbed by one of his. He held them up above my head tight and put his other hand around my neck much like Claire had done. "You and Logan let my dad die. You two did nothing to stop it!"

"Don killed…him!" I tried so hard to gasp out my words, but it didn't faze him.

"I know Don killed him!" His hand left my throat and he quickly slapped me across my face. I closed my eyes and groaned quietly as he sat down on my stomach. "But you two acted like after he died…everything went back to normal. No one even took a moment to say anything to me. You acted like without him, life was better! And it wasn't! Not for me or my mother!" My throat was grabbed again, and this time, he let my hands go and grabbed my neck with both hands. I closed my eyes quick and started to hit at him, without having any effect on him. He was holding me so tight, he started to raise my head, by my throat, and hit my head hard onto the floor below me. "Your life isn't more important than his! Don should have killed you, and Kendall and Logan before my dad died! It is your fault! And I could have forgiven you, but you still ignored me! And you acted like I wasn't even worth a second of your time!" I started to hear my gasps, less frequent now, coming out as tiny squeaks. My vision was starting to see spots, and I felt like I was going to have my head busted open underneath me. But just as I started to fade into the darkness of unconsciousness, there was a loud gun shot that echoed around us, and Brad was off me. I opened my eyes, grabbing my throat and sat up, pushing myself back away from him. He was lying on his side, a nice clean bullet hole up by his temple. He was dead. I turned to look at who it was that shot him and gasped quietly. It was Carlos.

"I got Jessica! I see my sister out back! Hurry up!" I gasped again rubbing my throat and looked down seeing I was cut up on my stomach by my knife, but it wasn't as bad as I thought. "You okay?" I looked back up to see Carlos kneeling beside me, putting his gun down and putting his hand on my side, holding my cuts gently.

"What…the…hell…are…you doing…here?" He laughed looking out to the backyard, and so did I. I watched Logan kneel beside Melissa who to me, looked unhurt. He scooped her up in his arms and started to walk to the side of the house.

"Did you guys really think I'd sit back and let my family get hurt?" I turned back to Carlos just as I heard a loud cry from upstairs. "Let's go make sure your mom is okay." I nodded letting him pull me up and clung onto his body as he walked me to the stairs slowly.

"Just so you know…" We stopped at the bottom of the stairs, just as James came down, holding my mother in his arms, who immediately screamed once she saw us. She also looked unhurt only suffering from some rope burns on her wrists. I gasped as soon as my mother was set on the floor next to me and pulled me in hard.

"Jessica…he was so crazy! He kept calling me his mother in law and that you two were going to make beautiful babies…I was so scared. Bu the didn't hurt me. Because he said he couldn't hurt his mother in law." I closed my eyes wrapping tight around her and let her cry and shake on me. "Oh Carlos…" I felt a warm body wrap around the two of us and opened my eyes hearing a stair creak. I looked to James as he sat down breathing hard putting his head in his hands.

"Thanks partner." He looked up fast and shook his head standing.

"I told you guys I should have gone in with you." I laughed putting my chin on my mom's shoulder and reached out for him. I pulled him into us, tight and forced him to hug around me and my mother. "I'm going to go see how Melissa is doing." I nodded as he pulled away and patted Carlos shoulder as he walked out.

"Yeah…I think I'd like to check on my sister." We all pulled away and I nodded at Carlos as my mom threw herself at him, pulling up on him. "Come on Natalie. Let's get you checked out. And you too." I nodded letting him wrap around my back and pull me out the front door. "You were about to say something back there too Jess…" I chuckled as I limped down the stairs of the patio and walked out to the street that was now filled with cop cars, and two ambulances.

"I was going to tell you I don't mind that you and my mom date. She deserves a good guy." My mom sobbed, probably noticing how close to death she could have been, and Carlos sighed, carrying her to an ambulance, but smiled.

"And you think that's me?" I looked over at him and glared as he helped my mom into the back of the ambulance, Melissa was already in, Logan beside her. He was holding her hand and brushing hair out of her face, while a paramedic put an IV in her arm. "Is she alright?"

"I think he drugged her. She's got a strong pulse and heavy breath but isn't responding." Carlos quickly pulled himself up into the ambulance and sat next to my mom who put her face in his chest. "You okay Jess?" Logan didn't even look up at me which sort of bothered me, but I nodded.

"I'm good. You guys get her to the hospital." I stepped out of the way and let the doors shut on me, quickly. I sighed out turning and saw James leaning against his truck, smoking, again. I held around my stomach as I limped to him and braced myself for a conversation I had to have with him, about a couple things. One of those things was I was in love with Kendall and was going to be with him. The other was I wanted to be a cop still and needed him to stay my partner. Hopefully, although I doubted it as I got beside him, and sighed out hard looking at my old house, he was going to react well to both things.