Surprises From The Past; Surprises For The Future
By: Monica1983
Synopsis (for all the people who are lost--- if you are why are you reading this story!)
Chris Lorenzo and Rita Lance were partners in Homicide Division at the Palm Beach Police Department for almost six years. They both were the 'Silk Stalkings' detail-- in other words a high society crime. They both became best friends and had shared their own good and bad times together. But their was one secret they couldn't tell the other -- they both were in love with each since they first met. One night changed their whole life though. Chris was at Boston for a few days trying to figure a problem with is ex-girlfriend Jillan Dupree. At the same time Rita was trying to solve a case with Michael Price-a detective from vice. While trying to talk to a suspect, the car he went in to blew up causing Rita to be slightly injured. When Chris found out what happened, he rushed over there. That night he finally admitted his feelings for her -- that was their first night together. After that everything just went fast. Rita and Chris first denied their feelings but they knew they didn't want anything else but each other. Then Rita found out she was pregnant. Then their captain, Harry Lipschitz, found about their relationship (the rule was nothing physical between partners) but he let them off the hook. Chris then asked Rita to marry him. She first had doubts and cold feet, but she said yes and they had a private wedding. However, it wasn't so private when their wedding picture was on the cover of the Daily Beach. They got separated as partners but Rita got promoted to Chief of Detectives. She then gets kidnapped and while trying to save her, Chris gets shot and later dies at the hospital. Rita leaves Palm Beach to take care of her unborn child.
It has been eight months since my Chris left me. He was my partner, my best friend, my husband, and my soul. I loved him from when I first saw him and I'll love him until I die. All I have of him are our memories and our baby. I will be happy again when it is born, although I don't if it will be a girl or boy. I can't wait to see Chris' eyes and smile again when it's born. I wish Chris was here to see our baby's first day of life, its first word, and more wonderful moments of being parents. I miss him. I miss my Sam.
July 16
An alarm goes off and Rita Lorenzo is waking up slowly. She walks to the kitchen Fort Lauderdale Loft. "So, my baby, what would it be for breakfast, today," she said, rubbing her stomach where her unborn child rests. While she is looking for something to her eyes wander off and sees a picture of Chris and her. It was the picture of their wedding that got them separated as partners. She touches his wedding ring, which is on a chain on her neck. "I miss you, Chris," she says as she touches the ring and the picture at the same time. "My heart has been empty since you died," she said as tears swelled in her eyes. "Wait, I can't let this get to me. Not now, at least." She dried her tears and turned on the radio to try to get Chris out of her mind. But the song that came on, which happen to be Chris' favorite, made her burst into tears. She cried for a while and after she quieted, she just wiped her face and went upstairs got ready for work. Her job was to teach people planning to be detectives. She thinks it a good way to keep Chris out of her mind, but she knows that will never happen. She knows Chris' death will always make unhappy.
July 16
It is five a.m. in Los Angeles, California and a man is having a dream. He sees a beautiful with deep green eyes and soft brown hair. He can't remember who she is, but she is beautiful. He wakes up from the dream. "Damn! Fifth time this week. Who am I dreaming about? I have to find out who she is." He sighs, lays back down, and goes to sleep. A couple of hours later, the man is eating breakfast, while two men dressed in black watch him closely. "Would you mind? I am trying eat decent breakfast. I can't do that with you two jerks watching me," he says in disgust. "Look, sir. It's our job to watch you," the tall one said with a straight face. "Also, why do you keep calling me sir? You know, I would really like to be called by my real name, whatever the hell it is," the man said, trying to remember his name. "We can't say your name, sir. We can't help you remember your past. That's something you have to on your own. You especially have to try to remember Monto-- uh, why don't you just finish that breakfast and stop asking questions," the other one said trying to cover up what he almost said. After breakfast, he thought for a while. "What was he about to say? I wonder, could he have said my name or someone in my past," he said quietly. Then he heard some whispering outside. He went to the door and opened it just enough to hear their conversation. "You know there is a chance he might not remember," one said, while lighting a cigarette. "Well, how is he not going to remember that beautiful wife of his. I saw a picture of her and she is gorgeous," the other one said, smiling. "I have a wife! I have a wife!" the man said to himself. He kept on listening. "Did you know she was pregnant? The baby should be born in about a month," the tall one said quietly. The man was smiling when heard this. "Wow! I'm going to be a father!" he said proudly. "To bad his wife thinks he's dead. She must be going though a hard time," one of the men outside said. When the man inside heard this, water filled his eyes. "My poor wife and my baby! The pain they must be going through. I need to try to remember them, so I can be with them." Then he heard the men coming inside, so he quickly got to his bed and grabbed a magazine to like he was reading. The men looked at him with a funny look and left. He let out a sigh of relief when they left.
Later that night, he was sleeping and he was dreaming. But this dream was different. It showed his life in fast-forward. Then he remember everything. His uncaring parents, his loving grandmother, his first day as a cop, his many girlfriends, everything. He woke up in a sweat and started talking to himself. "I know who I am. My name is Christopher Lorenzo. I worked as a homicide cop in the Palm Beach Police Department. But the most important thing is I married my partner of five years and best friend, Rita Lance. I need to find Rita, so I can help her and take care of her," he said.
The next morning he told the two men that he remembered everything. When they all found out all of Montoya's men, including Montoya himself, were dead, they let Chris go free. But not without a surprise-- five hundred dollars and a plane ticket to Palm Beach. Then one spoke up. "You take good care of your wife and baby," he said. "Don't worry, I will. I will." Chris said. Then Chris said his good-byes. Chris was then on his way to the airport. He got on the plane and was on his way back to Palm Beach. Back to his home.