Chapter 9:
The Police Chief looked at the documents in his hand.
"The killer was a woman from a small town in Maine, called Harmony."
"That's where we're from!" Antonio exclaimed. He turned to his brother. "Oh, God, what if we
know her?"
Beth and Liz closed their eyes, quivering at what the next few words would be out of the Police
Chief's mouth.
"Her name is Sheridan Crane," he finally said.
"WHAT!?" Luis and Antonio yelped, their breath's suspended.
"There must be a mistake!" Luis cried out. "Sheridan WOULDN'T have killed our father!"
"It seemed to have been an accidental death sir, but the evidence proves it. Miss Sheridan is the
killer. You're a cop of that town, right?" he asked, addressing Luis.
"Yes," Luis managed to say despite his shocked reverie.
"I suggest you place her under arrest as soon as you get back to Harmony," he insinuated.
Luis's mouth was open, every single dark emotion creeping through his veins. He nodded
absent-mindedly at the Police Chief.
"Luis, people make mistakes in this profession, DON'T THEY?" Antonio asked desperately,
tugging at his brother's shirt, "this has to be one of them. Sheridan COULDN'T have killed papa!"
Beth gave Luis a warm hug as he let all of his emotions out and began to cry on her shoulder.
Liz tried her best to comfort Antonio, which wasn't an easy task.
"I don't know, Antonio," Luis finally managed to murmur, "but deep down, I now know that
she did kill him! I feel it in my bones."
"Bullshit!" Antonio cried out in anger. "You thought that papa was definitely not dead as well,
and look at what happened to that theory. Sheridan didn't kill him. I don't believe it. I WON'T!"
Antonio stormed out of the station, his emotions getting the best of him.
"I'm sorry," the Police Chief said to the three teary-eyed people standing in front of him.
Beth and Liz nodded, thanking the man, while Luis stepped out of the station and walked
towards the car they had rented earlier that week.
"Luis, let me drive," Beth said. "You're in no condition to operate a vehicle."
Luis handed her the keys without a word. He was in no mood to do anything. It seemed like all
of the energies that the young lively police officer used to have had disappeared. His face was filled with
a shadow of despair.
Liz persuaded Antonio to get in the car. As Beth was driving, Antonio's cell phone began to
ring.
Antonio picked it up, hardly in the mood to talk to anyone. He looked to see who it was that
was calling. On the small screen, it read "Sheridan."
"Oh God, it's Sheri-" Antonio began but couldn't say since tears overpowered him.
"Let me get it," Liz offered quickly, grabbing the small phone from Antonio's hand.
"Hello?" she asked. "Oh hi Sheridan... ya Antonio's busy at the moment... ya we are all fine....I
don't know when we'll be back... ok....uhuh....bye." Liz hung up. Beth looked at her from the rear view
mirror. She gave a questioning look. Liz silently told Beth that they would discuss it later.
It was funny how quiet everyone was being. A pindrop could be heard inside the vehicle. Luis
and Antonio didn't ask Liz any questions about the phone call - even though they had listened intently to
every word that had escaped her mouth.
They headed to a small diner to eat. Luis and Antonio barely touched their food, they had no
appetite. The life had been sucked away from them. Their papa's death had damaging repercussions.
Emotionally and physically.
Beth and Liz did their best to comfort the two, but it was to no avail. Luis and Antonio couldn't
be consoled. They would eventually get over it, through time. But now, they were shocked, angry and
confused about how they felt about Sheridan.
"Do you want to go back to Harmony?" Beth asked Luis.
"Not yet," Luis mumbled. He wasn't ready to face his demons yet. He doubted he ever would
be. But for now, he knew he couldn't handle returning and seeing HER. Maybe after a few days, as the
reality of this situation set in more, he would be ready to head back home.
So after they finished their dinner, they all returned to their hotel rooms. Beth and Liz had been
sharing one room, and so had Luis and Antonio, but the two women knew that the men needed them
that night, so they decided to each sleep in the same room as their man.
Luis crawled into bed at around 10 pm. He was dead tired - emotionally and physically. Tears
still fell from his face, even as he tried to sleep. Beth slept in the bed right next to his.
I'm here for you, Luis, she thought to herself as she eyed him with worry, I know you're
suffering and I'm going to do my best to take the pain away.
The moment Luis closed his eyes, with a futile attempt to catch some z's, he pictured Sheridan's
smiling face. She was grinning at him and calling his name. Once he reached closer to her, he saw a
bloody letter opener in her hand.
"NO!" Luis yelled, sitting up in the bed. His tears still fell from his face, but now he was
drenched in cold sweat as well. He panted heavily as he thought about the nightmare he had just had.
"Luis, honey!" Beth cried, throwing the covers off of her and running to his side. She grabbed
his hand. "You had a nightmare, it's ok, it's gonna be ok." She coaxed softly.
His eyes locked into hers and she almost began to cry at seeing how sad he looked. His eyes,
which were usually so alive and bright with happiness was now dull, dark and bleak.
"Come here," he whispered. He had never felt like he needed anyone in his whole life. But now
he was scared, alone and very needy.
She got up to sit next to him on the bed. She ran her fingers through his hand gently, trying to
ease the pain.
"Luis, I'm so, so sorry," she whispered back.
"Beth," he said softly as he touched her black hair. "Make the pain go away. I never felt this
much pain. Please..."
She didn't know what to say. She got under the covers next to him and began to kiss his cheek,
his forehead, his eyes, trying to dry the tears away. But she didn't kiss his lips. She was unsure if she
should go that far. Maybe all he needed right now was a friend, not a girlfriend.
Luis took in her small kisses, forgetting for a while why he was so upset. Her kisses were like
bandages on wounds - it lessened the pain. A few minutes later, she stopped planting her lips over his
face as she stared at his reaction.
"Beth, kiss me," Luis ordered gently.
She would take that. She leaned down and delicately brushed her lips with his. He returned it,
kissing her harder after each time. They made love that night, something they hadn't done in a while,
both of them comforting each other through all the pain that came from the death of Martin Fitzgerald.
{a/n: i hope i made buis fans happy. next up: happiness for liztonio fans. sorry sheridan fans!}
The Police Chief looked at the documents in his hand.
"The killer was a woman from a small town in Maine, called Harmony."
"That's where we're from!" Antonio exclaimed. He turned to his brother. "Oh, God, what if we
know her?"
Beth and Liz closed their eyes, quivering at what the next few words would be out of the Police
Chief's mouth.
"Her name is Sheridan Crane," he finally said.
"WHAT!?" Luis and Antonio yelped, their breath's suspended.
"There must be a mistake!" Luis cried out. "Sheridan WOULDN'T have killed our father!"
"It seemed to have been an accidental death sir, but the evidence proves it. Miss Sheridan is the
killer. You're a cop of that town, right?" he asked, addressing Luis.
"Yes," Luis managed to say despite his shocked reverie.
"I suggest you place her under arrest as soon as you get back to Harmony," he insinuated.
Luis's mouth was open, every single dark emotion creeping through his veins. He nodded
absent-mindedly at the Police Chief.
"Luis, people make mistakes in this profession, DON'T THEY?" Antonio asked desperately,
tugging at his brother's shirt, "this has to be one of them. Sheridan COULDN'T have killed papa!"
Beth gave Luis a warm hug as he let all of his emotions out and began to cry on her shoulder.
Liz tried her best to comfort Antonio, which wasn't an easy task.
"I don't know, Antonio," Luis finally managed to murmur, "but deep down, I now know that
she did kill him! I feel it in my bones."
"Bullshit!" Antonio cried out in anger. "You thought that papa was definitely not dead as well,
and look at what happened to that theory. Sheridan didn't kill him. I don't believe it. I WON'T!"
Antonio stormed out of the station, his emotions getting the best of him.
"I'm sorry," the Police Chief said to the three teary-eyed people standing in front of him.
Beth and Liz nodded, thanking the man, while Luis stepped out of the station and walked
towards the car they had rented earlier that week.
"Luis, let me drive," Beth said. "You're in no condition to operate a vehicle."
Luis handed her the keys without a word. He was in no mood to do anything. It seemed like all
of the energies that the young lively police officer used to have had disappeared. His face was filled with
a shadow of despair.
Liz persuaded Antonio to get in the car. As Beth was driving, Antonio's cell phone began to
ring.
Antonio picked it up, hardly in the mood to talk to anyone. He looked to see who it was that
was calling. On the small screen, it read "Sheridan."
"Oh God, it's Sheri-" Antonio began but couldn't say since tears overpowered him.
"Let me get it," Liz offered quickly, grabbing the small phone from Antonio's hand.
"Hello?" she asked. "Oh hi Sheridan... ya Antonio's busy at the moment... ya we are all fine....I
don't know when we'll be back... ok....uhuh....bye." Liz hung up. Beth looked at her from the rear view
mirror. She gave a questioning look. Liz silently told Beth that they would discuss it later.
It was funny how quiet everyone was being. A pindrop could be heard inside the vehicle. Luis
and Antonio didn't ask Liz any questions about the phone call - even though they had listened intently to
every word that had escaped her mouth.
They headed to a small diner to eat. Luis and Antonio barely touched their food, they had no
appetite. The life had been sucked away from them. Their papa's death had damaging repercussions.
Emotionally and physically.
Beth and Liz did their best to comfort the two, but it was to no avail. Luis and Antonio couldn't
be consoled. They would eventually get over it, through time. But now, they were shocked, angry and
confused about how they felt about Sheridan.
"Do you want to go back to Harmony?" Beth asked Luis.
"Not yet," Luis mumbled. He wasn't ready to face his demons yet. He doubted he ever would
be. But for now, he knew he couldn't handle returning and seeing HER. Maybe after a few days, as the
reality of this situation set in more, he would be ready to head back home.
So after they finished their dinner, they all returned to their hotel rooms. Beth and Liz had been
sharing one room, and so had Luis and Antonio, but the two women knew that the men needed them
that night, so they decided to each sleep in the same room as their man.
Luis crawled into bed at around 10 pm. He was dead tired - emotionally and physically. Tears
still fell from his face, even as he tried to sleep. Beth slept in the bed right next to his.
I'm here for you, Luis, she thought to herself as she eyed him with worry, I know you're
suffering and I'm going to do my best to take the pain away.
The moment Luis closed his eyes, with a futile attempt to catch some z's, he pictured Sheridan's
smiling face. She was grinning at him and calling his name. Once he reached closer to her, he saw a
bloody letter opener in her hand.
"NO!" Luis yelled, sitting up in the bed. His tears still fell from his face, but now he was
drenched in cold sweat as well. He panted heavily as he thought about the nightmare he had just had.
"Luis, honey!" Beth cried, throwing the covers off of her and running to his side. She grabbed
his hand. "You had a nightmare, it's ok, it's gonna be ok." She coaxed softly.
His eyes locked into hers and she almost began to cry at seeing how sad he looked. His eyes,
which were usually so alive and bright with happiness was now dull, dark and bleak.
"Come here," he whispered. He had never felt like he needed anyone in his whole life. But now
he was scared, alone and very needy.
She got up to sit next to him on the bed. She ran her fingers through his hand gently, trying to
ease the pain.
"Luis, I'm so, so sorry," she whispered back.
"Beth," he said softly as he touched her black hair. "Make the pain go away. I never felt this
much pain. Please..."
She didn't know what to say. She got under the covers next to him and began to kiss his cheek,
his forehead, his eyes, trying to dry the tears away. But she didn't kiss his lips. She was unsure if she
should go that far. Maybe all he needed right now was a friend, not a girlfriend.
Luis took in her small kisses, forgetting for a while why he was so upset. Her kisses were like
bandages on wounds - it lessened the pain. A few minutes later, she stopped planting her lips over his
face as she stared at his reaction.
"Beth, kiss me," Luis ordered gently.
She would take that. She leaned down and delicately brushed her lips with his. He returned it,
kissing her harder after each time. They made love that night, something they hadn't done in a while,
both of them comforting each other through all the pain that came from the death of Martin Fitzgerald.
{a/n: i hope i made buis fans happy. next up: happiness for liztonio fans. sorry sheridan fans!}
