1"Right, Tripp I really need back-up this time." Tim said as Eric raced through the streets of Miami. "Yeah its this, out-of-the-way place, 54 Corwin Way. No don't tell Calleigh. Why? Frank, I don't know what this guy is capable of and I don't need her in the way."
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"Can I have something to eat?" Rachel asked.
"Nope." Danny replied.
"Well if you plan on killing me it better not be by starvation because I won't be dead until long after you're arrested."
He tossed a candy bar at her.
"Oh real healthy."
"Then don't eat. I don't care." Danny muttered. He sat up straight suddenly and crossed the room to the window. "About time."
Rachel smiled to herself.
"Shame they won't be able to save you after all this hard work."
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"Which way?" Eric whispered. Tim nodded at the stairs, making Eric nod and follow. There were five doors, all which were closed. "Which one?"
Tim chose the door all the way towards the left and kicked it open. Nothing. Eric had decided to start on the other side and he didn't find anything. He did the next door and still nothing. Tim had nothing either and they stared at the middle door. He glanced at Eric, who nodded and motioned for him to open the door.
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Rachel sat in silence, watching Danny load the 9mm.
"Much like the gun your husband killed my brother with." he said, seeing her watching him. "Now, its going to be me, killing you."
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"Calleigh, you shouldn't have come." Tripp muttered. Tim would be furious with him but after knowing Calleigh for fifteen years you'd think he'd know what she was like by now.
"Yes I should have. This family has been after Tim and if Marques is anything like his brother..." Calleigh trailed off as she got out of the car. Tripp followed her lead and they both stopped walking when they heard a gun shot. "Oh my God..."
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Eric paled quickly and Tim stared into the empty room. Neither of them realized the stairs at the back of the darkened hallway, which Danny was now coming down. The two of them seemed to be paralyzed, not moving. Danny slipped out the back door and into a waiting car. He sped around the front of the house and Calleigh turned and shot at the back tire. Tim turned around and moaned at his stupidity as he ran up the stairs.
"No!" He fell to his knees in front of his sister, not being able to stop the tears in his eyes. Eric ran in. "Rach... no don't do this..."
"Eric..." she barely choked out. Tim felt hurt that Rachel would want to see Eric but he was her husband. He moved away and Eric took his place.
"Rachel, come on. Stay with me."
She shook her head, tears streaming down her face.
"I... I... I love you."
"I love you too." Eric sobbed. Tim leaned against the wall outside, his eyes shut tight, trying to stop the tears from flowing. "NO! Rachel... baby?"
Calleigh felt her heart stop, hearing her best friend's agonizing yells.
"Tim..."
He shook his head, meaning for her to leave him alone.
"Honey..."
"Calleigh leave me alone." he muttered. She sighed deeply.
"Baby it wasn't your fault."
"Yes it was." Tim mumbled. "Frank I want an APB out on that car and its driver. NOW!"
Tripp jumped and nodded, pulling his cell phone out.
"Make it nation wide too." Tim added. "Las Vegas, specifically."
"Vegas?" Calleigh asked as Tripp stared at him.
"If he went after Rachel he's going to go after Matty."
