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to Cynthia Saunders Sanders/Moses Productions, Three Putt Productions,
NBC and CourtTV. No copyright infringement intended, I'm just borrowing!
Classificaton: SBR
Rating: G
Author's Note: Bailey remembers the day he found
Sam again...
'Break of Dawn'
By isis_whit
"Good morning my love! You are sleeping right next to
me. Having you so close makes me too happy to sleep," he whispers. "Oh
Sam, I could watch you sleep all night."
Slowly he bends down and kisses her shoulder tenderly.
Brushing a stray of blond hair from her face, a sigh unintentionally is
slipping from his lips. The woman at his side stirs slightly, then she
turns without waking up. Looking at her, seeing the little smile on her
face, makes him smile.
He reaches out to take her hand. His head against her
shoulder, he inhales the sweetness of her body and closes his eyes. His
mind starts wandering back to the day when she came back into his life.
* * *
It had been one of those nights. He couldn't get the images
out of his head. Every night he saw her in his dreams. A recurring nightmare
haunted him. Awake, he kept telling himself that she was safe now but fear
overwhelmed him at night. The sight of her limp, lifeless body made him
scream, and every night he woke up from his own screams, shaking, sweating,
unable to fall back to sleep again.
It had been one of those nights. He was sick of turning
in bed and it was already dawn. He slipped into a black T-shirt, sweat
pants and his running shoes. He started running fast, pushing himself to
the limit. The cold air was hurting in his lung with every breath he took.
Back at home he got under the shower, trying to wash away
the tiredness of too many sleepless nights. Enveloped in the steam, he
was trying to cover every inch of his skin with the hot water that splashed
onto his sore muscles.
He was glad that it was already late enough to go to the
office. Work was the only thing these days that kept him away from dark
thoughts. On his way to the VCTF Headquarters, he was stuck in the usual
morning rush hour traffic. He was staring through the windshield while
he was waiting emotionless until the traffic lights would turn green.
Suddenly, a woman in a black Jeep caught his attention.
It was her, he was sure.
Without thinking twice he was stepping on the gas, crossing
the red lights, unaware of the other cars hitting the breaks. He was trying
to follow that car, anxious to lose it in the heavy traffic. He couldn't
believe that she was in Atlanta. When he thought that he had lost the car
out of sight, his grip on the steering wheel tightened. He wanted to believe
so desperately that it was her and that he had a chance to see her again.
He followed the road, looking left and right searching
for the car. When he couldn't find it, he pulled up short, telling himself
that he must have been wrong. He had to get out of the car. Breathing heavily,
he leaned with his back against his car. He put on his sunglasses and tried
to get back his composure.
Looking around he saw the small newsstand. He pushed himself
away from the car, walking towards it. By the first step he thought he
would stumble, he hardly could feel his legs. He kept his eyes fixed to
the sidewalk, concentrating on every step.
At the newsstand he bent down to pick up the morning issue
of the "Atlanta Post". The same second, a woman's hand reached for the
same paper he was just to pick up. He pulled back his hand, but the same
second he recognized the other hand.
Unsure if he was dreaming, he turned his head looking
up to a female silhouette. He stood up straight, still looking puzzled.
It can't be, he thought. Slowly he took his sunglasses off, just to look
into a face with an expression as confused as his own.
"Sam!" he exclaimed shaking his head.
"Hey," she just said, smiling shyly with her head tilted
just a little bit.
He couldn't hold back any longer. Without saying a word,
he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a close embrace. Holding
her, he felt her losing control. He felt her muffled sobs as she buried
her face in the fabric of his suit jacket. Softly he rocked her until her
sobs subsided.
* * *
He will never forget that embrace. Still overwhelmed by
the feelings these memories brought back, he opens his eyes. He looks into
the most beautiful deep water blue eyes he has ever known. Her face is
so close to his. Slowly, he slides one hand under her hair, placing it
on the nape of her neck. Gently he pulled her face down and kissed her.
END
