Donovan looked at his watch as he pulled into his parking spot. Two in the morning. He sat in the hospital ER for five hours waiting on word about Jake. It was a simple assignment. Simpler than the last few they had. Out of nowhere a sniper went after Jake. Only Jake. Thankfully Jake was wearing his vest. While the doctors' were treating Jake, he was on the phone demanding to find out who was behind the hit. Donovan knew it wasn't connected to the case they were working on. So far he knew Quito wasn't behind it. Now Donovan had to wait to see if Sonny Walker was. They found the bullet casings where the sniper was hidden. They also found a trail of blood. It led nowhere, but neither Donovan or a member of his team had a chance to fire on the sniper. So, the question that raced through his mind was who did shoot the sniper. After ordering Jake to stay overnight for observation, Alex made him leave. Promising him she'll keep watch over Jake. She would call him if he was needed.
Donovan walked past his apartment and went straight to Melissa's. He knocked on her door. He didn't care if he woke her up, he just hoped she was home.
Melissa rolled over, squinting at her alarm clock. It was after two. Who the hell was knocking on her door? she thought. Turning the light on in the living room she slowly made her way to the door. She looked through the peephole and saw Frank standing there.
Melissa unlocked the door and opened it. "Frank, is everything okay?" she asked searching his face. His face was etched with worry. He looked tired.
"You should ask who it is," he barked.
Melissa rolled her eyes at Donovan as he stepped into her apartment. "I looked through the peephole. Stop acting like my brother." Melissa yawned. She watched Donovan walk over to her couch and sat down. Melissa stretched and sat down next to him.
"I woke you up. I'll go." Donovan said, starting to get up.
"Tell me what's wrong." she said holding his arm, "You look like you lost a friend."
Donovan sat back down and closed his eyes. "I thought I did tonight," he started to say, "there was an accident, one of my team members got hurt."
"Is your friend going to be okay?" she asked.
"The doctor said Jake should be fine. He's being kept in overnight for observation." he replied.
"And you decided to come see me." Melissa said walking into the kitchen, "Do you want some tea?"
"Don't tell anyone," Donovan started to say, "but I needed a friend."
Melissa turned around to ask Donovan again about the tea when she stopped. Donovan was asleep on her couch still sitting up. Melissa walked into her bedroom and took some pillows and blankets from her bed. She tossed one pillow and blanket on the recliner and then walked back to the couch and placed a pillow on the one side of Donovan. Melissa then walked over to the wall and turned the lights off in the room. She leaned over Donovan and wrapped the blanket around him.
Melissa couldn't help herself, she raised her hand to trace some of the gray hairs on the side of his head. "Don't worry Frank," Melissa whispered, "your secret is safe with me." Melissa then walked over to the recliner and curled up in the blanket and fell asleep watching Donovan.
Alex was standing on the corner, playing her role as the hooker to the max. Jake was twenty feet away from her acting as her pimp. Donovan was in the van with Monica and Cody watching everything go down. They watched Jake turn and look at Alex when the first gunshot rang out. Watching Jake go down, Donovan raced out of the van, gun drawn, looking for the shooter. He couldn't see a thing. The next thing Donovan felt was a sharp pain in his chest. He raised his hand and saw it covered with blood. His blood.
Donovan sat up, breathing heavy. It was just a dream. Confused about the blanket that was around him. It wasn't his. He wasn't in his apartment. It took him a few moments to remember he was in Melissa's apartment. He fell asleep on her couch. The last thing he remember was her asking him if he wanted some tea. He looked around for a light switch. Donovan then saw Melissa sleeping in her recliner. He walked over to Melissa and caressed her cheek. She stayed out there with him. He bent down, picked Melissa up and carried her to her room. Donovan placed her under the covers. He was about to walk out of the room when Melissa called to him.
"Frank?" she asked, "Don't go. Stay."
It took Donovan two seconds to decide what he was going to do. He walked to the other side of the bed and sat down. He took his holster off and placed it on the nightstand. He laid down on the bed next to Melissa and pulled her close to him. He wrapped his arm around Melissa as much as the blanket would let him and fell asleep.
Donovan walked past his apartment and went straight to Melissa's. He knocked on her door. He didn't care if he woke her up, he just hoped she was home.
Melissa rolled over, squinting at her alarm clock. It was after two. Who the hell was knocking on her door? she thought. Turning the light on in the living room she slowly made her way to the door. She looked through the peephole and saw Frank standing there.
Melissa unlocked the door and opened it. "Frank, is everything okay?" she asked searching his face. His face was etched with worry. He looked tired.
"You should ask who it is," he barked.
Melissa rolled her eyes at Donovan as he stepped into her apartment. "I looked through the peephole. Stop acting like my brother." Melissa yawned. She watched Donovan walk over to her couch and sat down. Melissa stretched and sat down next to him.
"I woke you up. I'll go." Donovan said, starting to get up.
"Tell me what's wrong." she said holding his arm, "You look like you lost a friend."
Donovan sat back down and closed his eyes. "I thought I did tonight," he started to say, "there was an accident, one of my team members got hurt."
"Is your friend going to be okay?" she asked.
"The doctor said Jake should be fine. He's being kept in overnight for observation." he replied.
"And you decided to come see me." Melissa said walking into the kitchen, "Do you want some tea?"
"Don't tell anyone," Donovan started to say, "but I needed a friend."
Melissa turned around to ask Donovan again about the tea when she stopped. Donovan was asleep on her couch still sitting up. Melissa walked into her bedroom and took some pillows and blankets from her bed. She tossed one pillow and blanket on the recliner and then walked back to the couch and placed a pillow on the one side of Donovan. Melissa then walked over to the wall and turned the lights off in the room. She leaned over Donovan and wrapped the blanket around him.
Melissa couldn't help herself, she raised her hand to trace some of the gray hairs on the side of his head. "Don't worry Frank," Melissa whispered, "your secret is safe with me." Melissa then walked over to the recliner and curled up in the blanket and fell asleep watching Donovan.
Alex was standing on the corner, playing her role as the hooker to the max. Jake was twenty feet away from her acting as her pimp. Donovan was in the van with Monica and Cody watching everything go down. They watched Jake turn and look at Alex when the first gunshot rang out. Watching Jake go down, Donovan raced out of the van, gun drawn, looking for the shooter. He couldn't see a thing. The next thing Donovan felt was a sharp pain in his chest. He raised his hand and saw it covered with blood. His blood.
Donovan sat up, breathing heavy. It was just a dream. Confused about the blanket that was around him. It wasn't his. He wasn't in his apartment. It took him a few moments to remember he was in Melissa's apartment. He fell asleep on her couch. The last thing he remember was her asking him if he wanted some tea. He looked around for a light switch. Donovan then saw Melissa sleeping in her recliner. He walked over to Melissa and caressed her cheek. She stayed out there with him. He bent down, picked Melissa up and carried her to her room. Donovan placed her under the covers. He was about to walk out of the room when Melissa called to him.
"Frank?" she asked, "Don't go. Stay."
It took Donovan two seconds to decide what he was going to do. He walked to the other side of the bed and sat down. He took his holster off and placed it on the nightstand. He laid down on the bed next to Melissa and pulled her close to him. He wrapped his arm around Melissa as much as the blanket would let him and fell asleep.