Skinner opened the door to his dark, lonely apartment. He sighed and
flipped on the
light. He couldn't stop thinking about Samantha and that mind numbing kiss
she had
given him. He knew he liked her and was sure that he could feel even more
for her.
She had been the first person that she felt comfortable talking to about
Sharon and
she understood the emotional baggage the job he had carried.
He moved to the couch and opened his briefcase, thinking he might as well get some work done. Knowing that he'd be up all night thinking of Scott anyways. He looked inside and cursed quietly. He had left his notes at Scott's and he needed them for a briefing with Kersh in the morning.
He sighed at the thought of going back out this late, but he also knew it meant seeing her again. He grabbed his coat and headed for the door.
xXx
He stared down at the smooth skin of her shoulders against the bright red of the spaghetti straps. He ran his hand gently along her collar and down towards her breasts.
"You look amazing, Dana. Of course, I knew you would." He leaned in and kissed her pulse.
He pulled away and said, "I had thought about making this an extra special night. Make our love real. But you look far to lovely tonight to ruin that. Besides, I promised you I'd wait until Valentine's Day."
He gently caressed her cheek. "So, I guess there's only one thing left to do." He pulled out the scarf and wrapped it around her neck.
xXx
Skinner knocked gently on Scott's door. As he did it popped open a crack. He peeked in and said, "Samantha?"
He could here something in the living room but couldn't place what it was. He slowly pulled his gun and moved that way. As he turned the corner he gasped in shock of what he saw.
Candles, roses and champagne were laying on the coffee table. Scott was sprawled on the couch, in a red dress. An ivory scarf hanging around her neck. She looked almost blue.
He ran to her and loosened the scarf, looking for her pulse. He took a breath when he found a weak one. He looked around the room and noticed that the perp must have ran out the back door, as it was standing open.
He grabbed his cell and called 911.
He moved to the couch and opened his briefcase, thinking he might as well get some work done. Knowing that he'd be up all night thinking of Scott anyways. He looked inside and cursed quietly. He had left his notes at Scott's and he needed them for a briefing with Kersh in the morning.
He sighed at the thought of going back out this late, but he also knew it meant seeing her again. He grabbed his coat and headed for the door.
xXx
He stared down at the smooth skin of her shoulders against the bright red of the spaghetti straps. He ran his hand gently along her collar and down towards her breasts.
"You look amazing, Dana. Of course, I knew you would." He leaned in and kissed her pulse.
He pulled away and said, "I had thought about making this an extra special night. Make our love real. But you look far to lovely tonight to ruin that. Besides, I promised you I'd wait until Valentine's Day."
He gently caressed her cheek. "So, I guess there's only one thing left to do." He pulled out the scarf and wrapped it around her neck.
xXx
Skinner knocked gently on Scott's door. As he did it popped open a crack. He peeked in and said, "Samantha?"
He could here something in the living room but couldn't place what it was. He slowly pulled his gun and moved that way. As he turned the corner he gasped in shock of what he saw.
Candles, roses and champagne were laying on the coffee table. Scott was sprawled on the couch, in a red dress. An ivory scarf hanging around her neck. She looked almost blue.
He ran to her and loosened the scarf, looking for her pulse. He took a breath when he found a weak one. He looked around the room and noticed that the perp must have ran out the back door, as it was standing open.
He grabbed his cell and called 911.