It was completely crazy to be there, he knew it, but he couldn't help but stayed there watching over her. After all she was his mate and one of his duties was to protect her. Hidden in the highest spot of the nearest precinct building, the ape-man searched for the danger that threatened his wife's life.

He smiled rubbing a few long multicolored leaves on his wounded fingers. The comforts of his present civilized life hadn't spoiled him. He could control perfectly his pain. He found easily several plants during his night's incursions across the city. He recognized them using his jungle's experience. The healing powers of these plants were ignored by the civilized men, which supposedly smarter, that used them as mere decorations.

He checked on his back the reddish marks drawn by the prison guard's canes. They tried to stop his lunge against the glass where the woman, that had threatened Jane's life, was. Those men didn't understand his cry for help. All they did was to hit him harder. To stay there was useless.

John Clayton Jr. had decided not to loose another second. Using some guard's shoulder as springboard support, he had jumped to the wall and ascended climbing it reaching to the nearest window. He had crossed through the window glass without difficulty.

He was too fast for them. The five men looked at themselves without being able to react. That window was forty feet above them; the wall was plain without any cracks on it. His powerful hearing had perceived one of them exclaiming. "No normal human being could have ascended there that way!" Other one replied, "He isn't human man!"

Running with his hands and legs as an ape, using the walls for support, he jumped zigzagging, avoiding the whistling bullets that bounced off the walls near him. Quickly he reached the rooftop. Only 33 feet long empty space separated him of the external wall. His freedom was behind that wall. Standing on his feet the ape-man speeded his race until his feet abandoned the concrete ground. His legs had pedaled following an invisible air path until his fingers seized the carpet of barbed wire at the wall. The pain was penetrating but he couldn't lose any second complaining. Adjusting his hands he raised his body above the wall placing one foot on it then he jumped out. His body relaxed as he fell down, each one of his muscles had shaken swishing but no bone was broken. Taking apart any sign of pain from his mind he ran down the street, turned on the corner and his aching hand hung him of a handrail. It was easy to climb reaching to the rooftop, there they couldn't catch him anymore.

His mind came back to the present. As the thick glasses didn't let him perceive the woman's scent, he couldn't hunt for her. So he was exploring and watching precinct's surrounding area.

It was getting dark and the wild Clayton still was in his sentry position when Jane's scent invaded his olfaction sense alerting him that she left the precinct walking through the main door.

She stopped sensing being watched, she made a turn of 360º but she didn't notice anything strange. The detective shrugged shaking her head. Connor's fears had spoiled enough her day. But her journey didn't end yet.

After a brief but hard argue with Sam she established that she didn't need an escort behind her. If Tarzan really wanted to hurt her a dozen of men couldn't stop him. Touching her belly she smiled. 'No he never harms me'.

The green-aqua eyes followed her slow pace by the sidewalk. He cocked is head observing her placing her hands on her tummy. What was she thinking as she walked immersed on her daydream's world? He squeezed hardly his fists searching for control. His internal animal fought to get out impelling him to skip the distance between them, to take her into his arms and to run away from this hostile world that had only brought them regret and deception. Breathing hard his gaze turned to the street again, it seemed a crowded anthill. People transited walking in line, one by one, following two directions. Suddenly the wild Clayton noticed two blonde's heads moving transversely inside the human tide. They pushed hardly everyone that was on their path

Jane took her keys off her jacket pocket and inserted it into the car door. Tarzan's eyes traced an imaginary line glimpsing where those two hulk men walked. He jumped ahead descending quickest as he could when one of the men grabbed her arms turning her around while the second man discharged a violent punch on her abdomen. The detective bent for the pain and desperation shaking her arms desperately trying to unhook his grasp but her captor didn't let her move. Before she could emit a sound a second fist smashed sadistically against her belly even harder that the previous one but the third blow never came. The aggressor flew across the air smashing against the roof car that instantly began to howl.

Terrified the second guy tried to escape running but he tripped with the furious Sam's fist. The dark detective shook the blood of his fingers and kicked hard the guy face. "You're not going anywhere buddy…"

Jane's leg couldn't hold her weight and she collapsed as her arms surrounded her belly but she didn't reach to the ground, two powerful arms hugged her. Her voice got lost inside her desperate cry. The pain introduced into her belly in an unbearable way. Her eyes perceived as the defocused ground moved away. The world around her started to darken and the sounds diminished their volume until disappearing.

Her fingers squeezed frustratingly the car's handle. She had been so close but those men had come out of nowhere snatching her opportunity. She turned on the engine. She really wanted to run over them but she stopped when the wild barefoot blond man appeared jumping down. After him the police came running.

'Oh! He ran away from prison,' it amused her. 'Great. My revenge would not be complete without you here Mr. Clayton.'

Larry had been her life. She had been at his side almost fifteen years, being his confidant, his lover. She had no doubt, he was guilty. He was the responsible of her loss. He was the reason why she never will be able to hear his laugh or feel his delicate hands all over her body again. He had to pay.
She watched how the ape-man thrown the hulk of a man across the air smashing him furiously against the windshield of his wife's car. He picked her up daintily and with the black cop took her to the hospital.

She followed them smiling. Oh! What irony! They were facilitating her job. She parked, took the blond wig off her head and the contact lenses that darkened her iris around the pupils and she descended of the car. She serenely crossed the main door. One of the nurses smiled at her. "Hi Helen." She smiled back, "Good evening Margaret." Going to her locker quickly she changed her clothes and walked to the emergency room.

There was Porter on a bed and beside her a doctor. "Hi Helen, you came early today." She approached him and asked what he need. "Great. Could you apply an injection of…" he explained with precise detail the drug specifying the quantity that should be administered. "The patient informed us that she is three or four weeks pregnant."

Helen raised her head hearing him and grinned. 'Interesting news...' She walked to the drug counter and took two flasks. She inserted the needle in the second flask first. It was enough a few milliliters and the rest was filled with the correct drug. She placed the flask in their place again and kept working as the doctor indicated.

The drugs being separate would not produce effect, but combined, they would induce a hemorrhage. 'Oh! Sweet revenge.' She thought inserting the syringe's content on Jane's Blood-stream. 'Now I have to sit and wait.' Her vengeance had only just begun.

………………………

The nurse stepped back frightfully when her savage patient began to grunt audibly. "Don't worry. He had rabies vaccine" Sam joked trying to soften the tense situation. "Came on monkey boy, you want to see Jane, so let her do her job."

The ape-man stretched his arms so the nurse could end disinfecting his hand's deep laceration. The task wasn't hard even if her patient was handcuffed. But if he stopped grunting she could work quicker and easier. The man was really breath-taken and intimidating at the same time.

When she finished bandaging both hands from the barefoot-blond mouth escaped a pale "thank you," then he got up and leaved the room.

Sam came out running after his partner's husband. "Wait monkey boy." But the young Clayton didn't diminish his speed. Two policemen, guarding the consulting room door, grabbed instantly each Tarzan's arm trying to stop him but John kept walking dragging both of them.

Connor shook his head grinning. He had to admit that Porter was right, the man was unstoppable. Brandishing his hand the Captain ordered to his men, "leave him alone." Five minutes ago the doctor had told him the bad news and now he had to speak with Porter's husband. The man puffed angrily. It wasn't an easy task at all. 'Damn' John Jr. was an intricate and complicated person. He witnessed when Clayton had become an uncontrollable wild beast beating the man that had hurt his wife. Ok, he couldn't blame him, he had probably behaved the same way. But what shocked observing the tenderness, gentleness and kindness of this man when he hugged his wife carrying her to Sam's car. Clayton didn't leave her side. His wounded hands needed medical care so the captain forced him to go to treated them. Once more he had to concede that Porter was right, this man never would hurt her. But he couldn't be sure about how he will react to the news. Connor saw an empty consulting room. Maybe a closed place would be the best option. "Mr. Clayton please came here," he pointed to the open door, "We have to talk. Sam can join us."

They stepped in as the Captain sat down on a desk. Clapping twice he looked for the right words to say but there was no way to soften it.

Tarzan sensed that something wrong was happen. With trembling voice he asked. "Is Jane alright?"

"Yeah." Connor exhaled noisily gathering all the needed courage. "But the beating affected the baby." Tarzan's eyes grew wide listening at his words. "She had a hemorrhage, lost too much blood and the doctors had to rasp inside her womb…" It was hard to him say those words. He simply could not utter them. "…I'm sorry."

Tarzan gazed at the captain. "She had a baby…" he was stunned, "… a baby… inside…"

"Sorry man." Sam whispered softly. "She lost your baby."

"She lost… my baby." The ape-man repeated without been able to react. "…my baby." He stood there as a marble statue, paralyzed, rigid and pale.

Daintily Sam leaned his hand on John's shoulder expecting his rejection. Jane's husband didn't like to be touched. But this time he didn't react. He didn't move at all. It wasn't a good sign, the detective began to worry.

More than five minutes had lapsed until Tarzan seemed to breathe again. He started to walk out searching for his wife's doctor. Connor and Sam followed him. The Captain had his hand resting on his gun, just in case.

Tarzan stood behind the doctor for some seconds and hesitantly asked "How long my baby lived?"

The doctor jumped hearing his voice, swallowed noisily, inspired courage and answered. "He lived four weeks approximately."

Sad tears gathered in his aqua-green eyes. "Is she ok?"

The doctor nodded. "She'll able to leave as soon as she wakes up." Seeing the huge man almost crying the doctor was impelled to assure, "You can have more kid sir, don't worry."

"Thanks." Tarzan muttered. So many things had happen so fast. Turning his head he implored to Jane's boss. "Can I see her?" Connor hesitated some seconds but finally agreed.

Sam screeched his chin. The news should hit him hardly. This wasn't monkey boy usual behavior. He was too much civilized. Weird. But thinking it, what could John do? There wasn't another way. He had to return to jail and face what the future afforded him.

Connor opened Jane's room's door. The green-aqua eyes nodded contemplating her sleepy figure on the bed. "Can I say good bye to her alone? Please."

"You have five minutes." The captain said closing the door. After all he didn't know how long Clayton had to wait to see his wife again. Poor man, life was treating him so badly.

Five, six… ten minutes passed and Clayton didn't show up. Connor looked at his watch then he knocked to the door saying, "Time to go Mr. Clayton."

Silence.

He knocked again.

Still silence.

Connor opened slowly the door and from his mouth a curse escaped. The room was empty and the window wide open.