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Here is the next chapter! I know, so soon considering my last hiatus, but what can you say, inspiration has struck again.
Entrapment Chapter 7Sara
Tough, you think you've got the stuff
You're telling me and anyone
You're hard enough
Sara sat there, leaning back, bored. For the first time in her life, she had nothing else on her mind to keep her occupied. She was usually good at creating games in her head and keeping herself alert. Instead, all she could think about was Nick and if he was okay.
She fought the urge to sleep. Instead she sat there, weary. Horrible images flashed through her head as she thought of where Nick was now. He had been gone for a couple of hours already, and she felt the distance between them growing. She didn't want to be alone. "If only I was strong enough to go with him." She spoke aloud for the first time since Nick left.
Shivering under the blanket, Sara sighed. She didn't want to be stuck here for much longer. She was cold, hurt and angry. This wasn't supposed to happen to her. This wasn't supposed to happen to Nick. Someone had to pay for it, and she knew just who to blame.
NickNick trudged forward, his body protesting every move he made. He watched his footing very carefully as he continued moving forward. Stopping just below the cliff, he sighed. This was going to be a test for him. A test he didn't think he would have to face until now.
Taking a deep breath, he started his climb toward the top.
You don't have to put up a fight
You don't have to always be right
Let me take some of the punches
For you tonight
The guards had never seen him so happy before in his stay at the institution. He knew that the time had come for Mobley to have him released. If the Sheriff kept up his end of the bargain everything would be ready to go. He would swoop down and rescue Sara and they would live together – Forever.
NickListen to me now
I need to let you know
You don't have to go it alone
Breathing heavily, he reached for the next rock to pull himself up. He could hear thunder rolling in the distance. Nick sighed, realizing that more than anything he wanted to be near Sara now. He didn't want to be climbing this cliff and trying to get them home safe and sound. Fatigue ripped through him, and he struggled as he kept pulling himself up. He needed to do this. He couldn't let her down.
He could see Sara in front of him, urging him forward. It had been her idea for him to go alone. He hadn't wanted to. He never thought it was a good idea. Something inside of him was telling him that something was wrong.
Shrugging off his thoughts, he trudged onward and upward.
WarrickWarrick walked to the edge of the cliff and sighed. Looking out over the land, he looked for something that he wanted to see; his two friends and co-workers. Alive.
"Where the hell are you?" He whispered to himself. "You couldn't have gotten that far…" Looking down, Warrick noticed the way most of the cliff had been washed away. It was becoming clear to him exactly how far they may have gone.
Reaching for his pack, he frowned. It was time for him to start climbing down. The DB was supposed to be just after this area.
Having nothing to secure himself to, he decided to take the risk that he needed to in order to find his friends. Kneeling down, he swung a leg over the edge. Slowly, he lowered his other leg down onto a part that was jutting out.
Inch by inch, he began to scale down the muddy and rocky hillside.
NickAnd it's you when I look in the mirror
And it's you when I don't pick up the phone
Sometimes you can't make it on your own
Nick glanced up, attempting to reach for the next boulder. Sweat beaded along his forehead, and then dripped off his face. The last time he had had a workout like this, he had been chasing a suspect down the street.
He could hear something up above the next ledge. The crunching of rocks beneath a boot had become an unmistakable sound. Nick flattened himself against the rocky surface and held his breath and waited.
When he saw the face appear before him, he thought he was going to pass out. Relief flooded him as he looked into the familiar green eyes of his colleague. "Rick…" Was all he could get out.
Warrick reached down and grabbed Nick's arm. Pulling him up over the ledge, Warrick stumbled backward. "Nick, my man. You're okay. Where's Sara?"
Nick sat up. "I'm fine. Nothing that a little rest and relaxation wouldn't cure."
"Sara?"
"She needs medical attention. We'll need a chopper of some sort, I think. Her ankle is broken." Nick could still feel his chest heaving. "Do you have any water?"
Warrick nodded, and pulled the canteen out of his pack. Handing it to his friend, he sighed. "How did this happen? It was supposed to be a simple DB pick up."
"Well, Hank old boy had something else in mind, I guess." Nick said, taking another sip of the water. His throat stung as the water slid down. As much as it hurt, the water sure felt good.
"Where is she exactly?"
"About an hour away by foot."
Warrick nodded. "Let's go."
Nick nodded. This was something that he wanted more than anything right now. To be next to Sara.
We fight all the time
You and I...that's alright
We're the same soul
I don't need...I don't need to hear you say
That if we weren't so alike
You'd like me a whole lot more
Sara could feel herself drifting off to sleep. Silently, she chastised herself for doing it. She kept her arms wrapped around her midsection, trying to conserve any warmth that she had. Still clad in her jumpsuit, she could feel the cold steel of her gun against her thigh. A sense of uneasiness spread through her. Using her numb fingers, she unzipped her jumpsuit and reached inside. She wanted the security that that gun could give her. More than anything. Grasping for it, she felt it release into her palm. Pulling it out, she zipped up again, the chill once again being cut off from most of her skin. Come back, Nick. I never should have sent you away.
Sweat beaded across her forehead as she sat there. A shiver went down her spine. She knew she had a fever. At this point, all she wanted was a nice warm cup of tea, and her bed. She wanted to be lying next to Nick, with his arms around her. The warm thoughts made her smile a bit. But that smile didn't last long.
The sound of tree branches crunching underneath a boot jarred her out of her reverie. Training her ears as best as she could to the sound, she could tell that it was coming for the opposite direction that Nick would have been returning in.
Someone else was out there.
Her heart thumped against her ribs, and the blood began to pound in her ears. She prayed that it was just Nick taking a different route, but she knew that that was nearly impossible. He would have been calling her name and running. This was someone else. Someone who knew exactly where she was, and that she was most likely alone. Someone who had been behind this whole scheme to begin with.
As the person neared, she thought she recognized their bulky figure as they continued their approach.
Gripping the steely cold weapon, Sara held it out in front of her, pointing at the person was they pushed onward. "Step any closer and I'll shoot!" Sara shouted, the fever, the pain, and the fear lacing every word.
Sherrif Mobley made it through to the clearing. "Now, CSI Sidle, you wouldn't want to shoot an unarmed man, would you?"
Sara gasped when she saw him. How did he know exactly where she had been. Finally, all the pieces came together. "You are working with him, aren't you?"
Mobley grinned like a Cheshire cat. "It took you this long to figure it out?"
Listen to me now
I need to let you know
You don't have to go it alone
They had been walked for nearly 45 minutes when he heard Sara shout. He didn't hear what she had said, but he knew that something was wrong. He looked at Warrick and the pair knew exactly what the other was thinking. They both took off running.
Nick pushed through is fatigue to get to Sara. His body fought him every step of the way, but he needed to do this.
And it's you when I look in the mirror
And it's you when I don't pick up the phone
Sometimes you can't make it on your own
The rest happened in slow motion.
A shot rang out, and for a moment, Nick thought his heart stopped beating. He continued running blindly, hoping to find Sara with a smoking gun in her hand. Please let her be all right. Please. She's been through enough.
As Nick burst through the clearing, with Warrick right behind him and the what they found would probably stay with them for the rest of their lives.
I know that we don't talk
I'm sick of it all
Can - you - hear - me - when - I -
Sing, you're the reason I sing
You're the reason why the opera is in me...
Where are we now?
I've got to let you know
A house still doesn't make a home
Don't leave me here alone...
And it's you when I look in the mirror
And it's you that makes it hard to let go
Sometimes you can't make it on your own
Sometimes you can't make it
The best you can do is to fake it
Sometimes you can't make it on your own
Dun dun dun… Evil I know, but I hope to get the next chapter out faster than I have been lately.
Let me know what you think! This chapter was a toughie to write. I was having a hard time getting to the ending, which kind of spontaneously happened. Gotta love inspiration. Don't quite know where it came from, but I sure am glad it came by!
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Song: Sometimes You Can't Make it On Your Own by U2 © 2004: How to Dismantle an Atomic Bomb
