Disclaimer: They're not mine, I'm just playing with them. The characters
belong to NBC, TNT or whoever. This is written entirely for entertainment and
no money is being made out of it so please don't sue. All you'd get would be
my cigarette buts anyway ...
Archive: Yeah, sure, go ahead ... just let me know where it is k?
Author's notes: This was inspired by an Eminem song called '97 Bonnie and
Clyde' and wouldn't leave my head until I wrote it down. Major character
death so proceed with caution. Feedback is more than required for survival
;-) Many thanks to Mareen for beta-reading this - you're the best!
For grandma, who just lost the battle against cancer ...
Just the two of us
by Rita C.
He washed his hands on the kitchen sink, watching as the blood mixed with
the water before going down the drain. His missing thumb was bleeding again,
he probably had hurt himself during the fight. She had probably hurt him.
'Feisty till the end.'
After drying his hands on a towel he went upstairs, searching for the baby.
It didn't take long to find the room where the crib was, the infant sleeping
peacefully in it.
He gently picked him up and carried him to the car. The baby woke up and
began to squirm as Lyle strapped him firmly in the car seat.
"Hey there baby boy. Miss me?"
The boy's laughter followed Lyle as he got in the car and drove away,
rapidly leaving the city lights behind.
As the road signs indicated the proximity of a lake, Lyle's thoughts began
to wonder back to the house and what had occurred there.
The look on his sister's face when he had showed up at her doorstep had been
priceless. But she should have known no one leaves the Centre. 'Well, in one
piece anyway.'
The smile on the man's face grew as he remembered the previous hours and the
events that had led to it.
She had left the Centre for no apparent reason. Nothing out of the ordinary
had happened, no fights with daddy, no new failures on the Jarod chase. She
had just gone to the Centre one morning, picked up her baby brother and
disappeared. Even Sydney had been left out of the loop.
For months the sweepers had followed leads on her whereabouts, always
turning up empty. It was like she had vanished from the face of the earth.
And, at about the same time, all leads on Jarod had suddenly stopped. No
more phone calls, no more pranks, no more who-am-I questions. Nothing.
Lyle smiled when the thought came to him. That was what had caused his
suspicions. It was obvious that his sister and the labrat were together.
It hadn't taken him long to convince his father to let him handle the
problem. He knew he could find her. And when he did, he would make sure she
paid for ... well, she would pay.
And so, three months later and a few hours earlier he had showed up on her
doorstep. She had been so surprised to see him standing there, smiling at
her. But soon enough, anger overtook everything else. Anger ... and fear. Oh
she knew exactly why he was there. She had run away with something that
wasn't hers and he was there to take him back.
She had tried going for her gun - funny how she had kept it, almost like she
knew something like this would happen, sooner or later - but months of
feeling safe had dulled her instincts and it had been easy for him to
overtake her.
'Too bad the labrat wasn't home, or I could have taken care of him too.'
There was no need to worry though. He had made sure that that problem was
taken care of too. His plan was perfect - nothing short of what the Centre
expected of him.
Thinking back, he hadn't really planned to kill her. Well, at least not
consciently. But the fear reflected in those blue eyes of hers had made it
impossible for him not to. Excitement had taken over and he couldn't resist
tying her up and slipping his gloves off, so he could feel her soft skin
under his fingers ...
The memory sent a rush of adrenaline through the man's body. It had felt so
good to kill her. Finally, wipe away that smile from her face, her eyes not
burning with that icy glare anymore. Instead they were glistening with tears
once she realized there was no way out, that she would never see Jarod again
and that, in spite of everything she had done, the baby would still be
trapped at the Centre. And then she had seen the knife, razor sharp as it
approached her throat ...
The baby's squirming shook Lyle out of his reverie and he focused his
attention back on the road. They were approaching the lake fast.
His previous inspections of the place came back to memory and he drove the
car directly to the pier, knowing it was the perfect place for what he had
to do.
Once they got there, Lyle parked the car and got out.
The place was dark and deserted, the silence only broken by the singing of
crickets and the rustling of leafs dancing in the soft wind. The quiet
waters of the lake reflected the crescent moon, making it a perfect night
for lovers, but the beauty of it all went unnoticed by the man's eyes. He
hadn't come here to admire the scenery.
After making sure no one was around he went back to the car and took out the
baby. He placed the little boy on the sand and gave him some toys he had
brought with him from the house. Once the boy's attention was focused on the
toy's, he went back to the car. What he had to do needed his full
attention.
Carefully, he opened the trunk and looked inside. Her eyes were open,
staring at him blankly and for a second his whole body shivered.
Pulling himself together, he took out her body and carried it to the pier.
"Mommy!"
A smile crept to his face when he heard the boy's cry.
"Mommy can't listen to you now."
Placing the dead body down on the pier, he took his time tying a rock around
her foot, making sure it was secure. 'No point in trying to pretend this was
a swimming accident.'
The baby's crying took out the sound of the body hitting the water, before
sinking to the bottom of the lake.
Pleased with his work Lyle went back to the car one last time and took out
the knife and the rope he had used to keep her still, before walking back to
the pier and throwing them to the water.
After everything was taken care of, Lyle took the baby in his arms and
rocked him, until he finally stopped crying.
"That's a good boy. There's no need to cry - we're going home."
Putting the baby back in the car, Lyle took one last look around, before
getting behind the wheel and starting the engine. Blue Cove was still far.
It would be a long drive.