The New Deputy

Chapter 25-Battlefield

When we arrived at home, Garcia gently took me into the bedroom. He was initiating the whole thing. I laid on my back across the bed with him above me. He gently pulled me out of the uniform and I was lying in my bra and panties. He too, slid out of his uniform until he was in his boxer shorts. I closed my eyes and let him do the work. I felt him slide me out of the panties and bra next. He kissed me on the lips. He pressed his hips against mine. I let out a soft moan and we began moving. I opened my eyes. He was staring down at me with love.

I smiled up at him and let out another soft moan each time he moved. I knew he was trying to take my mind off things and this was the perfect way to do that.

Once we were finished, we lay under the sheets breathless. I was sweaty slightly. I turned to him and smiled.

"Was this a planned distraction?" I asked him grinning. He grinned at me coyly.

"Well sort of. Did it work?"

"Hell yea," I breathed snuggling up to him and placing my head on his chest. He let his arm fall around me.

Eventually, we dozed off.

I heard the phone ringing beside the bed on the nightstand but was too comfortable to get it. Garcia gently leaned over me and grabbed it.

"Hello?" he asked sleepily. The clock read 8:00 PM. There was a silence then. "Are you sure?"

Another silence followed that, and then: "Alright thank you we'll be right there."

"Who was it?" I asked groggily.

"The doctor. He said Dayna got worse,"

Immediately my eyes snapped open and I threw off the sheets.

We got dressed in a hurry and headed down to the hospital.

When we arrived, Dangle was standing in the waiting room too. He looked as though he had been crying but quickly recovered when he spied us coming. He threw his arms around me tightly this time and hugged me. The hug felt loving and genuine this time.

"The doctor called me too," he said his voice shaken. He released me and gave Garcia a quick one armed hug.

The doctor stepped into the room. We all turned to see him.

"When she came in, her temperature was 104.4. Now it has escalated to 105.3. Now, normally the body starts to shut down from that high of a temperature, but somehow her body is still holding on,"

"What can we do?" I asked as tears formed in my eyes.

"Right now we've got the strongest antibiotics going into her, and we've placed ice packs all around her. If you would like to see her you can," he said softly.

We entered the hospital room. Dayna was lying there. She looked so helpless that I felt my hear leap into my throat. I could not speak at all. Garcia put a hand on my shoulder and I turned away from her, pressing my face into his chest.

I heard Dangle choke back a sob as he gently put a hand on her forehead and whispered in her ear.

I felt tears forming in my eyes. I heard Garcia whisper to Dangle that he was going to take me home.

When we got home, I just curled up on the couch, with my head resting on Garcia's thigh.

"What if she dies Garcia? I can't handle it," I sobbed pressing my cheek against his thigh.

"She won't. She's strong I can feel it," Garcia said reassuringly gently stroking my hair. Feeling his touch was rather soothing and comforting. I eventually dozed off.

The next morning, there was no new news about Dayna. I began losing hope at this point.

That night at the station, it was the evening briefing. I had my cell phone on incase there was any news. I sat slumped into the seat and just slumped against Jonesy. He didn't make me move which I was grateful for.

Just then, the room changed. The familiar feeling came over me. I felt my body slowly standing up.

GARCIA

I watched Emma rise to her feet. Her eyes had changed into a blue/gray color, which I knew was not her own eyes. I motioned to everyone and they fell silent. Emma began walking out of the briefing room and out into the parking lot. We anxiously followed her.

She began heading in the direction of that town. We followed suit in the squad car and we had our dome lights flashing. We pulled into the ghost town, the tires kicking up small dust storms. We watched as suddenly, the entire town seemed to come alive. There were people dressed in 1800's clothing. It was like we stepped back in time.

"What the fuck?" I heard Junior said in shock.

Horse drawn carriages appeared. The buildings seemed to become new and fresh, as though the day they were built. Cowboys walked around. We all froze in fear. Emma approached a tree that was near one of the graveyards.

"Emma!" I heard Dangle shout. Emma didn't appear to hear us. She slowly turned in a circle to face us, her chin resting against her chest, her hair fell forward shielding her eyes from view. Her hands were balled into fists at her sides. She slowly raised her eyes and we gasped.

"Ho!" I cried in shock. It was not Emma looking back at us. It was Elizabeth.

"It's time for this town to pay for what they have done," She said angrily in Elizabeth's voice. The next thing we knew her fists unfurled in a flash. The sky darkened. People in the street seemed to notice we were there and were looking at the police cars with curiosity and confusion. They turned their eyes onto Emma, who took one step forward. The building behind her erupted into flames. We could hear women screaming and men shouting. Each building she passed erupting into flames. I saw a thin black line forming on her forehead which ran across it. She seemed to be in a zombie state as she walked. All around there were people screaming and running in all directions.

"What do we do?" Junior asked confused.

"I don't know. I honestly don't know," I breathed watching her approach us slowly. I could not believe my eyes as I watched her. She seemed to have a sinister aura about her that was unnerving. Every single one of the homes was set ablaze. People were being burned alive. The dome lights of the cars reflected off the burning houses. We stood grouped together, unsure of what to do. Eventually, Emma reached us, a few feet in front. She stopped. We all stared at her in fear.

"The town has suffered as I have. Revenge has been issued. I will trouble you no more," Emma said in Elizabeth's voice. Emma's head lolled forward. The scene before us vanished completely as though it never happened. Emma dropped to her knees. I quickly rushed forward. She was herself again.

She spied me and passed out.

EMMA

"She's coming around," a soft voice said above me. I slowly opened my eyes.

Garcia's face appeared above mine, followed by Dangle, Junior, Rizzo, Declan, Jonesy and Declan's.

"How are you feeling?" Rizzo asked me softly, peering down at me.

I slowly sat up feeling as though someone set off about fifty fireworks in my skull. I cringed. I was sitting on the ground, with my back against the cruiser's left rear wheel. I raised a hand to my head and looked around.

"What happened?" I asked groggily confused.

"Elizabeth took you over and burned the town down," Garcia said peering at me too. "Look."

He motioned with his hand to the remains of the town. There was nothing but burnt remains and pieces of burnt wood beams. It was nothing like the town was before.

"Did I hurt anyone?" I demanded automatically.

All of them shook their head 'no'. Relief spread over me and I carefully got up with the help of Rizzo and Garcia. I leaned against the car.

Just then Garcia's cell phone rang. He answered it. After a few moments he hung up and turned to me with a big grin on his face.

"Dayna's fever broke. She's alert and asking for us,"

I happily threw my arms around him and hugged him tightly.

We arrived at the hospital and found Dayna alert and happy. She broke into a big grin when she saw Dangle and I. Dangle hugged her tightly, along with Jones and the rest of the deputy's. Garcia turned to me.

"When Elizabeth had her revenge, Dayna's fever broke. Coincidence?" he asked slowly.

I shook my head. "I don't know why she would want to hurt Dayna,"

"Either way things are finally over," Garcia said relieved as he hugged me and kissed me.

A few days later, Dayna was set to go home.

Things returned to normal after that. Junior met up with Gillian and the two of them hit it off.

The Reno sheriff's department asked if I'd like to transfer to the mounted unit. I'd loved horses my entire life. I agreed happily. Garcia couldn't be around horses. He had a medical condition that caused his passage ways to clog.

Jones accepted with me, being he had experience with the mounted unit before. Garcia didn't mind one bit.

I was riding a dappled grey gelding named Creed. Jones' was riding a dark bay horse with a white star. I shifted in my saddle, causing the leather to creak. I adjusted my reins and looked up. Garcia was approaching but he had a surgical mask on.

"Hey guys how's it going?" he asked, standing about 15 feet from the horses. I grinned and nodded.

"Good Jim," I said.

Jones saluted Garcia. I adjusted my black and white helmet. I heard shouting behind me. I turned around in my English saddle and placed a hand on my horses' rump. A guy and a girl were arguing. Jonesy' turned around as well and we watched as the guy shoved the girl pretty hard. She landed on her backside and he pulled out what appeared to be a bat and wacked her. He spied us and tossed the bat and began running.

I turned the reins to the left and spurred my horse into a gallop. Jonesy followed suit. My horse galloped, the hooves thundering over the grass. The horses mane whipped back into my face. We began catching up to him.

"SHERIFFS DEPARTMENT!" Jonesy shouted catching up to the man.

He jumped off his horse and tackled the man. My horse stopped alongside Jonesy's . He had handcuffed the man and called in on his radio. Garcia came over and took the guy in the backseat of his squad car. I pulled the reins to the left and decided to go check on the girl. I dismounted and gently helped her up.

She was taken to the hospital. I re-mounted Creed and turned to Jones.

"This is like totally thrilling," I grinned at him as our horses gently chomped on their bits. Jones nodded.

A little while later, Weigel and Rizzo stopped by. My horse arched his neck out and nipped at Weigel's boob.

She jumped back startled and placed a hand over it.

"He don't like you," Jones laughed. Creed tried to nip her again, this time on her leg. Weigel jumped back.

We laughed. Weigel glared at the horse.

Our radio cackled and we heard Dangle's voice.

"We need assistance at 194 Gulliver street! There's a hostage situation! Deputy Junior is in trouble! All deputies please assist!"