Chapter Four: Falling for You

Lorenzo sat in his room with an ice pack connected to the side of his face. He tenderly let his tongue rub against the tender flesh on the inside of his mouth and winced in pain. He was so damn angry, and furious, not to mention somewhat impressed. It took a lot of courage to hit a man when he held all the cards and could end your life. But then again he would have been disappointed if she hadn't tried to defend the paternity of her child and her reputation as a loyal fiancee. He knew that he was crossing a line with his remark but what fun was it if he didn't try to push the envelope? Of course he hadn't expected such an outburst on her part.

He felt the boat give a violent jerk from one side then to the next. He had been so engrossed in his thoughts that he hadn't been paying attention to what was occurring right outside of his cabin. Taking a stand and walking over to the port window he could see the rain beat against it as if desperately trying to come inside. It was so dark and murky. It was a good thing that they were docked only a mile away from port. It was dangerous but a worthy risk. Not that he expected Morgan or Corinthos to be waiting at the docks for him. For one, they didn't know where in the world to start looking not to mention that the storm outside was so bad that they wouldn't stand a chance. but it was better to be safe then sorry. He was sure that they were fine. Nothing too serious could happen to them. Although he did feel the need to check on Courtney. Calling for a guard he ordered him to give him a report on the girl before going back to his seat.

Courtney heard him as he approached and she stood behind the door waiting. The dresser drawer was firmly in her grasp. She watched the door open and as she saw his head peek inside she brought the wood down onto his skull praying that she didn't cause permanent damage and begging God's forgiveness if she did. She watched him drop with an indescribable thud. Easing around his still form she pulled with all her might and dragged him inside her room before gingerly grabbing his gun, closing the door behind her and heading for the upper-deck.

She held onto the banister as she made her way to the top feeling the boat rock beneath her feet. She felt her stomach give a violent jerk as she was overcome with seasickness. She took a moment, swallowing hard before making her way up the rest of the way. It was the first time she had seen the upper deck since she had arrived. Not that she could see much. The rain blew against her as if trying to violently attack her. Trying to keep balance she made her way to the railing and looked over. Squinting she could barely see her hand in front of her face. She wasn't sure if it were her imagination or not but it looked like there was a dock not too far away, maybe a mile off if that much. She could swim that. She was strong enough. But what if she were wrong? What if there were no docks out there and she was only projecting? She could kill herself and her baby.

"Stop right there! You won't make it! You can't swim that far!" She turned to where the guard was yelling at her.

Now she knew that she wasn't hallucinating. She wasn't seeing things because there really was land out there. All she had to do is swim for it. Climbing up on the railing she teetered back and forth between the idea. It was a big risk even with land being so close. She could see the turbulent waters below seething and hissing with dangerous waves.

"Do you really want to try and make it? Do you really want to put your child's life in danger?" She heard Alcazar ask. She turned to him and stared at him in silence. "Perhaps you can make the swim to shore, it's not very far. But the water is freezing and the current is strong. You can get pulled beneath or do harm to your child's life."

"And being shot isn't a danger to my child's life?" She retorted.

"No harm will come to you or your baby as long as you are in my care. I promise you that. I won't let anything happen to you."

"That wasn't the case twenty minutes ago."

"I had just been hit. my ego as well as my cheek was bruised. But I assure you. my words at that time were empty and meaningless. I would never have you shot or harmed in any way. I give you my word." He promised holding out his hand. "Trust me." He pleaded.

She looked down at the hand he was offering. The rain continued to pour down on them soaking his finely tailored suit and dark hair. The world seemed to be trying to tell her something. but she didn't know what. Perhaps to reach out and take his hand but she never got the chance to find out. The guard took it as his chance to go for it. Leaping across the deck he reached for her but wasn't quick enough. Startled by his sudden movement she let go of the railing and went tumbling over into the water below.