Paid
Notes: Oh, the shippiness strikes again. Blame my CSI S/G addiction. I just finished reading excellent drabble on their relationship and I felt compelled to do one for my foremost addiction. S/G shippers have a new member in their "stake the CSI writers" mob. With that said... "Tabloid"? Yes. My first 100-word drabble? F-ck yes. My first "published" piece that actually sort of stays in the GWing timeline? I weep with joy.
Boss Mel: About the other piece... Heee... :sheepish grin: I'll put it up here! I promise! One day... -.-;;
Hope everyone's having a great summer. Peace.
And I honestly truly believe / You and me are written in the stars / I live my whole life through / To giving thanks to you – Make Me Whole, Amel Larrieux
Chaos broke out after the first shot.
He was paid to protect her.
Second shot. Their eyes met and he ran. Ran like Michael Johnson did in the Olympics' 400 meter event. He dove and she moved. They crumpled on the stage.
He opened his eyes and in his arms, he held her. His gut told him something wasn't right.
Why was he behind her?
There was a growing red spot on her white blouse.
Anguished eyes looked at her and she nodded weakly, smiling. "I know you're supposed to," she whispered. "But no one said I would let you."