Well, here is the next round and there will be more of course. Unless my
Bio professor decides to take pity on me, it may be a couple days until the
next update. Thanks for reading and reviewing guys. Y'all rock!
Once again, characters not mine, heck the story is barely mine. But the
embellishment. All Mine!!!
Previously on Tales of the InFedels
Curiosity finally gave way, and Jack asked what happened.
Sam hesitated slightly, leaning her head away from him in contemplation. She shook her head, almost to shake away the chaos being wrought in her brain. Straightening back up, she decided to make it short and sweet.
"It wasn't as eventful as everyone is making it out to be. Did I do things I shouldn't have? Yes," she stated. The computer screen was beginning to blur together and her good eye was experiencing the effects of staring at a screen for three hours straight. She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.
"I broke protocol. I went up to Jacobs' room. I thought Danny had gotten something in the door in time to keep it slightly ajar, but apparently not. Basically all that happened was that there were some shots fired and uh, well he's in the hospital now," Sam said nonchalantly as possible. With the state she was in, she felt that there was no way she was going to be able to elaborate more than that.
Moments passed and moved her eyes to the keyboard, waiting for him to leave.
"Samantha, what happened?" scooting closer, Jack pulled the 'I'm the boss who wants to know what happened' tone, and it worked. She hated when he addressed her like that. He pulled that tone with the Anwar case, acting stern and severe.
Sam sighed and bent her head down with frustration and despair. Biting her lip in thought, she looked to the screen for something to get her started, to keep the tears from coming. Having to recount her evening was becoming a cumbersome task, reliving it each time with each retelling. She closed her eyes and began, not wanting to see Jack's reaction at all.
"Jacobs took me up to his room and we talked for a while, Danny was right outside the room, and Martin was in the stairwell two doors down. Jacobs began to come on to me, I refused him and he, he wouldn't stop," Sam paused, swallowing to keep her gag reflex in check. "I managed to stand up and headed towards the door, but he pulled me down to the ground. I took him out with a scissors kick in my four-inch heels and punched him in the eye, with a right hook. I got up, but he grabbed me by the leg and wouldn't let go."
Sam paused, remembering she forgot to add that to her report. She scrolled up the page and typed it in, while Jack waited patiently, keeping his fiery eyes fixed on her. She stopped typing once she was done and continued, but kept her eyes on the screen, and her bruised hand on the mouse, afraid of what might happen if she looked at him. It also didn't help that her left eye was almost swollen shut from Jacobs' love taps.
"He got on top of me and hit me twice, that bastard. it hurt, and then he pulled out his gun. Mine was in my purse, which had conveniently slid under the bed. So we wrestled with that for a while, then I kneed him in the gut because he had my arms locked," Sam made the position her arms were in, "and I got away."
"After he recovered from being kneed, he fired after me as I ran to the door, and the bullet got lodged in the wall. All the while Danny was trying to get the door open, shooting the lock and using a lot of pressure. I kicked the gun away from him and he pulled out a small pistol and shot it, and it grazed my upper arm. I got the gun and shot him in his pelvic region just as Danny and Martin got the door open," she stopped abruptly, out of breath from speaking so fast, reliving the scene for a fourth time in less than twelve hours. She realized she was shaking again and firmly placed her hand on the desk, trying to make it stop.
Jack sat there, watching her every emotion leak out and wanting nothing more than to make sure she was all right. He was thankful that she was all right, physically speaking. He saw her shaking; her already red eyes get teary, and watched her struggle with every sentence.
But he made no move towards her. Nothing to betray what he felt about her. He was no longer married, but he still loved his family. He was no longer married, but he still loved his job. At the time, being married to both didn't work; one had to go. While he spent his tiresome evening making that decision, Sam was getting smacked around, placed in unneeded danger.
Before he could say anything, she started talking again, trying to say whatever she had left, hoping that he would leave her in peace.
"I know there are about a million things I did wrong, but what is done is done. I made my mistakes; I have and will learn from them. He recovered and is in the care unit right now," she paused again, glancing at him slightly while thinking of anything to add. "And I am almost done, and will be out of here before anyone else gets in."
Previously on Tales of the InFedels
Curiosity finally gave way, and Jack asked what happened.
Sam hesitated slightly, leaning her head away from him in contemplation. She shook her head, almost to shake away the chaos being wrought in her brain. Straightening back up, she decided to make it short and sweet.
"It wasn't as eventful as everyone is making it out to be. Did I do things I shouldn't have? Yes," she stated. The computer screen was beginning to blur together and her good eye was experiencing the effects of staring at a screen for three hours straight. She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.
"I broke protocol. I went up to Jacobs' room. I thought Danny had gotten something in the door in time to keep it slightly ajar, but apparently not. Basically all that happened was that there were some shots fired and uh, well he's in the hospital now," Sam said nonchalantly as possible. With the state she was in, she felt that there was no way she was going to be able to elaborate more than that.
Moments passed and moved her eyes to the keyboard, waiting for him to leave.
"Samantha, what happened?" scooting closer, Jack pulled the 'I'm the boss who wants to know what happened' tone, and it worked. She hated when he addressed her like that. He pulled that tone with the Anwar case, acting stern and severe.
Sam sighed and bent her head down with frustration and despair. Biting her lip in thought, she looked to the screen for something to get her started, to keep the tears from coming. Having to recount her evening was becoming a cumbersome task, reliving it each time with each retelling. She closed her eyes and began, not wanting to see Jack's reaction at all.
"Jacobs took me up to his room and we talked for a while, Danny was right outside the room, and Martin was in the stairwell two doors down. Jacobs began to come on to me, I refused him and he, he wouldn't stop," Sam paused, swallowing to keep her gag reflex in check. "I managed to stand up and headed towards the door, but he pulled me down to the ground. I took him out with a scissors kick in my four-inch heels and punched him in the eye, with a right hook. I got up, but he grabbed me by the leg and wouldn't let go."
Sam paused, remembering she forgot to add that to her report. She scrolled up the page and typed it in, while Jack waited patiently, keeping his fiery eyes fixed on her. She stopped typing once she was done and continued, but kept her eyes on the screen, and her bruised hand on the mouse, afraid of what might happen if she looked at him. It also didn't help that her left eye was almost swollen shut from Jacobs' love taps.
"He got on top of me and hit me twice, that bastard. it hurt, and then he pulled out his gun. Mine was in my purse, which had conveniently slid under the bed. So we wrestled with that for a while, then I kneed him in the gut because he had my arms locked," Sam made the position her arms were in, "and I got away."
"After he recovered from being kneed, he fired after me as I ran to the door, and the bullet got lodged in the wall. All the while Danny was trying to get the door open, shooting the lock and using a lot of pressure. I kicked the gun away from him and he pulled out a small pistol and shot it, and it grazed my upper arm. I got the gun and shot him in his pelvic region just as Danny and Martin got the door open," she stopped abruptly, out of breath from speaking so fast, reliving the scene for a fourth time in less than twelve hours. She realized she was shaking again and firmly placed her hand on the desk, trying to make it stop.
Jack sat there, watching her every emotion leak out and wanting nothing more than to make sure she was all right. He was thankful that she was all right, physically speaking. He saw her shaking; her already red eyes get teary, and watched her struggle with every sentence.
But he made no move towards her. Nothing to betray what he felt about her. He was no longer married, but he still loved his family. He was no longer married, but he still loved his job. At the time, being married to both didn't work; one had to go. While he spent his tiresome evening making that decision, Sam was getting smacked around, placed in unneeded danger.
Before he could say anything, she started talking again, trying to say whatever she had left, hoping that he would leave her in peace.
"I know there are about a million things I did wrong, but what is done is done. I made my mistakes; I have and will learn from them. He recovered and is in the care unit right now," she paused again, glancing at him slightly while thinking of anything to add. "And I am almost done, and will be out of here before anyone else gets in."