Sounds of Screaming:

-Chapter Thirty-Five: Patience

Author's Note: Okay, after reading the massive amount of lovely reviews (which I THANK YOU all for), I used as major hyper buzz to stay up all night writing and drafting this a gizzilon times! Thank you all again! I better go nap before I crash out, lol ;)

Just have a little, patience
I'm still hurting from a love I lost
I'm feeling your frustration
Any minute the pain will stop

Cause I need time
My heart is numb, has no feeling
So while I'm still healing
Just try and have a little patience

~"Patience" – Take That

Holding onto her badge like a lifeline, for which it now was, Natalia took the shard of glass from her shirt pocket. Her entrapped wrists shook slightly as she slid the glass across her index finger, watching with narrowed eyes as the blood began to ooze out.

Slowly, she dragged her finger across the flat surface of the back of the badge, making sure not a droplet ran out of place.

It has to be readable...it's my only shot.

Once finished, Natalia sucked the remaining blood from her fingertip while examining her badge. The crimson stood out against the gold, which was exactly what she wanted.

It has to be noticeable...

"Hassan!" Natalia jumped at hearing Aaron's voice so close to the door, her mind began panicking.

He can't come in here! He can't find this!

Quickly pulling herself to her feet, Natalia scooped up her badge and glass shard, replacing it in her pocket while carrying her badge to the vent.

"Bring her into the Spaniard, await my return, do not harm her unless necessary. Understood?"

Natalia felt her heart stop, for a second, she was already dead. Recovering, she hastily pulled at the vent. The square sheet of metal took a moment before budging.

"Understood sir." The guard sounded like he was about to open the door.

I'm dead!

Closing her eyes for the briefest of moments, Natalia thought of a quick prayer. Then, with as much strength she could muster in her weary limbs, she threw the badge into the vent, hearing it slide out and hit the pavement.

Natalia's felt her hopes fall with it as the door opened.

Pacing the small security office, alone again, Aaron Vincent felt wave after wave of flashbacks swallow him, pushing and pulling him like a powerful tide.

Drowning in sorrow? Drowning in grief?

Aaron shook himself, lightly punching his own jaw as he paced, smiling into the pain.

No, I'm not drowning, I'm floating...

With the past swirling all around him, Aaron thought of his achievements in his short 32 years on earth, 2 years since he came to Miami.

I successfully examined the target without losing control...I found out Ryan Wolfe's secrets...his weaknesses...his Achilles heel...

Aaron smirked again, tasting blood in his mouth. In a loveless world, it was pure irony that a monster like Wolfe had such a soft weakness...his "heart".

I took the one thing he's closest too...Taken it forever.

30 year old Aaron Vincent felt his heart beat a mile a minute as he approached Hell's door.

The devil lies beyond this door...I'm here to rid the world of this evil...

Aaron suckered in a shaky breath; he was the hero of this tragic tale, he was just like his father now.

Justice will prevail dad, I will make sure of it.

As Aaron picked the lock and entered the house, he noticed his signal jammer was working all the way from his car.

Signal error, the security system of the house monitor read, Rerouting.

Aaron smirked again as he closed the door, letting the darkness of the house and night light envelope him. The darkness was his mask and cape, the Colt Revolver on his hip was his mighty sword.

I am the hero; Wolfe is the villain...the beast that must be vanquished.

Aaron slid his shaking hand to his sidearm; his gun seemed to shine out to him. He smiled lightly at the Revolver, knowing it would be his King Arthur's sword, the one used to end Wolfe where he stood.

Or slept, Aaron grinned at the afterthought, seeing the master bedroom at the end of the hallway.

Goodbye murderer, your time has come.

Aaron knew very little about the man responsible for his parent's murder, only that he was a Miami cop who transferred to the local crime lab a few years back. He'd been in accidents, fires, credited as a hero.

Lies, Aaron thought, but he was soon distracted, What have we here?

As Aaron passed through Wolfe's kitchen, he noticed a photo collection on a nearby wall. As he approached, he felt his fists clench and shake. The photos felt like one large display set up just for the paining young man.

He really wanted me to know how great his life is, even when he destroyed mine?

Growling lowly, Aaron took out his sidearm and stalked silently into Wolfe's bedroom.

Ryan lay, peacefully sleeping alone in his queen-sized bed. Seeing the crooked cop in person made Aaron freeze, the man, the murderer was lying right there, at his mercy.

Shaking, Aaron raised the gun and aimed it at Ryan's sleeping form.

Wait!

Aaron froze again, his finger hovering over the trigger. His conscience spoke in his long-lost father's strong voice.

He is a CSI, as are those buddies of his in those photos...

Aaron understood, he didn't think to wear the proper clothes; he'd surely left one big DNA trail up through Wolfe's house and outside in the bushes over the past few weeks of observation.

If you take one of theirs, they will hunt you down...your DNA is in the system!

Aaron silently cursed the Mississippi police force. Though it was there that he tracked the crooked cop to the Miami Crime Lab, the station also took DNA and fingerprints from him, just in case he ever needed to be identified.

I am the hero, he reminded himself, I cannot die yet!

Sighing, Aaron lowered his weapon, clicking the safety back on. He felt lost for the first time since he found out about his parents. There he was, standing before Ryan Wolfe, the man he'd wanted to kill for so long, and yet he couldn't pull the trigger.

He doesn't deserve to die!, Aaron fought against the last shred of humanity in him, the one that thrived on forgiveness and love.

Love is dead! He thought back at the voice.

The thought sent two separate shudders through Aaron's body, but for two completely different reasons. The first, was the crushing depression of his loss, making itself known by reminding him of the pain of losing his parent's and his soul.

But the other was a shudder of excitement; an idea coursing through his racing mind.

All you love Wolfe, Aaron glanced over the crooked cop with disgust, disgusted that he was still breathing.

All you love will die by my hand...and you will feel this pain!

Creeping out of Wolfe's room, still undetected, Aaron paced quietly back through the house. As he passed through the kitchen again, he approached the photos. He found the one of Ryan Wolfe and his CSI teammates.

You, he thought, looking at each face and letting hate cloud his vision.

You all are the key to Wolfe's pain...I can't take you all...but I will take them who matter most to him!

Aaron glanced through the faces again, and then at the other photos. Each of his potential targets seemed to have an equal amount of space on Wolfe's wall.

Equal space in his heart?

Aaron shook his head, there had to be one that mattered more to Wolfe. His best friend at work, his partner, perhaps he might have a relation in the force.

If I'm going to find this out...I'm going to need to get closer to Wolfe, and find who he is closest to...

Leaving Wolfe's house as he found it, Aaron jogged quickly across the deserted street, knowing all the nearby tenants were sound asleep. As he sped away, he began formulating a plan to get into the Crime Lab.

First things first...I'll need some help getting in...

Yes, all he needed was the right help and a little time.

Revenge deserves my patience.

Wow! Aaron was sneaking round Ryan's house while Ryan was sleeping? Creeps or what?

And of course, we all remember how Aaron secured his position at the lab...now it's Nat's turn to try find out ;)

Chapter title refers to Aaron's long wait for revenge...will he succeed?

Find out soon readers ;)

-Mel out ;D