Disclaimer: Still, I own nothing, much to my dispair.
A/N: Yay! I'm almost finished writing this fic! I just like updating slowly to keep you all in suspense. This chap is rated R for language. BEWARE! hehe... I hope the people that were reading this before find it again. Peace, Love, and Rock On. Saph
CHAPTER 2
Three days, Brennan fumed. Three days and four mutant murders later and that bastard still hadn't been caught yet! What the hell were those police men doing? Sitting on their asses drinking coffee and eating donuts?! 'Fuck! I could've caught this bastard by now! Why the hell did I make that stupid promise!?' Brennan angrily threw punches at the bag strung up in the empty training room; but in his heart he knew why he had made that promise to Shalimar. Because he loved her. He had never told her, at least not yet, but that was exactly the reason that he had made that damn promise. "FUCK!" Brennan shouted, aiming a spinning kick at the punching bag, snapping the chain that held it, ripping the seams, throwing it against the wall, showing it and the floor in little bead-thingies. "AHHGGH!" Brennan roared in frustration, dropping to his knees, pulling at his hair, and breathing heavily.
Lexa appeared from nowhere, nearly making Brennan jump out of his skin at the sound of her voice. "I thought I told you not to break the equipment." She said, half-amused, half-irritated, as she took a dust pan and broom out of a small closet and began cleaning up the beads.
"God, Lexa, give me a frigin' heart attack, why dontcha!" Brennan snapped without much conviction. Lexa grinned at him, tossing the contents of the dust pan into the garbage along with the sorry remains of the punching bag.
"Instead of standing there, making stupid comments, you could string up another punching bag there Sparky. You know, since you just killed the last one." Lexa grinned wider as he glared at her not in the least bit angry before striding over to another closet and pulling out a new bag and putting it up.
"There, happy?"
"Ecstatic," Lexa smirked. It was then that they heard Jesse's voice hailing them.
"Brennan, guys, get in here!" Jesse called from the computer room. It was nearly three AM, but everyone was awake and they all rushed in, Brennan laid a hand on Jesse's shoulder as he peered over it at the glowing computer screen.
"Whaddaya got for me Jess?" Brennan asked quickly. Jesse rubbed his eyes, itching with exhaustion. He'd been hunched over Sanctuary's main computer for almost five hours.
"Location on Shane. He's in an alley beside that new business building. That big huge one near the Rave dance club."
"Jesse, you rock!" Brennan exclaimed, squeezing his shoulders and shaking him playfully. Jesse grinned tiredly.
"Thanks, I always thought so." Jesse yawned, rubbing his eyes again. Brennan frowned in concern.
"Get some rest. I'll keep an eye on the screen while you sleep, make sure he doesn't move." Brennan told him. Jesse looked at him, reluctant to leave his post. Brennan smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry about it. Go on, go. You look exhausted."
"Thanks, Brennan. See you in a couple of hours. Don't lose track of him. It took me forever to pin him down in the first place."
"Don't worry Jess, I won't lose him." Brennan said rather coldly, glaring at the screen. Jesse didn't notice the harsh tone n which he spoke, too tired to see much of anything, beyond his heavy eyelids and the welcome prospect of a few hours' sleep. The girls noticed. They exchanged another look. Jesse however remained blissfully unawares.
"Kay, Night." Jesse called over his shoulder as he went to his room.
"Night Jess!" They yelled after him simultaneously. Jesse smiled, went into his room, flopped down on his bed, taking off his pants and shirt and fell asleep.
Lexa and Shalimar huddled around the computer screen behind Brennan, now seated in the plush computer chair. Lexa looked at Shalimar pointedly; Shalimar nodded and leaned in close to Brennan's ear, putting an arm around his chest, catching sight of his clenched fist upon the desk top, knuckles white. His hand relaxed slightly at her gentle embrace. Shalimar took this as a good sign and leaned in closer, her breath tickling his neck and ear.
"Remember, you promised me, Sparky." She whispered. He nodded and relaxed further at the brush of her lips against his ear. Lexa grinned; Shal always knew how to calm Brennan down. Though that nickname coming from her feral lips probably only turned him on. Damn she was good...
Brennan flicked on the TV, Jesse was sleeping and Lexa was taking a turn watching the computer. He flipped to a news station, hoping to see that they'd caught Shane, but not really thinking that they would have. As he turned to the local station a newscaster's face appeared. "Believed to be the work of escaped prisoner Shane Taylor, who is also believed responsible for several other deaths in the days since his escape. It would seem as if Taylor is up to his old antics as a young woman was found dead near an alley before dawn this morning. DNA tests have proven her to be a mutant of feral origin. Identity unknown..." The newscaster droned. A picture was put on the screen. Brennan nearly died. The woman on the screen looked almost exactly like Shalimar, except this girl was dead. It couldn't be true. God, she couldn't be dead. Brennan leapt from the couch dashing madly down the hall to Shalimar's room, shouting her name in panic. 'Please God, don't let it be her.'
TO BE CONTINUED...
A/N: GASP! Is she really dead?! Review me and maybe you'll find out...bwa ha ha ha ha...Saph