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I Held You Close as We Both Shook

Her timing would have to be perfect. She would need something to prove to the driver that it was her, that she needed a hero and that the hero had to be him. She knew he would accept her proposal, after all, why had he traveled to Canada if he had not sniffed out the trail to find her?

"What's that smirk for?" Angler asked suspiciously.

She hadn't realized she'd been smiling. She could almost feel her chance slipping as Angler's sports vehicle crept upon Woody's cruiser but suddenly she rolled down the electronically powered windows and stuck out her left hand; surely he would see her cast and know that it was her.

As if time had frozen, his head turned casually, glancing into the car next to him. Jordan was filled with joy as their expressions met. Her dark eyes bored into his desperate blue ones as if telling him that she knew he would come for her and that she had confidence that he would finish this no matter the cost. Her tired smile widened and she waved her fingers, her cast caught in the window. The recognition dawned on him like the new day and their eyes connected until Angler had passed Woody's vehicle.

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Woody's eyes were drooping slightly, he was tired beyond belief and he tried his hardest to be alert. He kept his eyes on the road but his mind kept drifting, thinking of Jordan, her situation, and what he was going to do when the time came to stop it. Little he knew he would have no time to think; only react. Janine was concerned with the way the vehicle was swerving.

He glanced in the rear view mirror. Another vehicle, too far away to discern was approaching quickly in the left lane. Much faster than the posted speed limit of 110 km/hr. As the blue sports car swept passed he stole a glance and what he saw surprised him. He recognized her boyish haircut first; the one that he told her was cute, the last time he saw her, to her feel better. That seemed like an eternity ago. The cast on her left arm was trapped in the window as a desperate attempt for recognition and her pink fingers waved happily at him like a child's. Her beautiful face, full of hope was like an angel's to him.

"That's her!" Woody exclaimed. "Hold on!" He felt the fatigue drain from him instantly. He pressed the pedal to the floor matching Angler's speed. Jordan's hand was wrenched inside the vehicle and Woody could see no more of what went on behind the tinted windows. He feared that his cruiser's speed governor would kick in as the sport's car accelerated. Faster and faster they weaved in between traffic. Woody put on the police sirens and lights; he didn't know whether this was a blessing or a curse, as the highway traffic heard him coming, they cleared the way, allowing Angler an easier path to travel down.

Janine was already on the phone with the RCMP blockade set up on the adjacent highway. They were uncertain whether he would be taking that road; it had been a lucky guess. She now told them that they were in pursuit of the vehicle. They were to stay where they were, just west of the entry ramp onto highway 10.

"Woody, I have a plan," she told him quickly, "there are two exits coming up, both go onto the Autoroute des Cantons-De-L'Est, highway 10. One exit goes east, the other goes west. The RCMP blockade is on the west side. Force him to go left."

The Omerville exits sped past as Woody nodded in concentration. He was having a difficult time keeping up with the sports vehicle but he pressed. Instead of following him directly, he swerved into the right lane and kept a shaky pace with him. His eyes straight ahead, peripherally he could see Jordan, fighting with Angler over something, a gun? Her expression was desperate; he had no time to save her.

He felt a jolt and heard metal crush on metal, the sports car was pushing his cruiser into the east exit, but his cruiser stood up to the abuse. His face was inches from Jordan's but a mile away; with the cars locked together he could roll down the window and touch her soft skin, he could take out his gun and shoot the bastard in the driver's seat, but he dared not do anything that might bring harm to Jordan. He turned the wheel to the left, the speed slowed slightly as he pushed Angler's car into the west bound lane.

Not a moment too soon, the cars separated and, like a blue bullet the other car sped ahead. Woody applied his brakes and swerved hard to the left to avoid putting the car in the ditch. A moment later his foot was back on the gas pedal.

"Do they teach you Boston cops to drive?" Janine exclaimed frantically.

Woody felt bad for putting her in danger, but she had insisted on tagging along no matter what the cost. It was her job to make sure scum like him didn't get into her country, she was making sure he got dragged back to America to be prosecuted, but in a body bag would also be nice.

Woody answered breathlessly, "They teach us defensive driving, a few tricks of the trade, nothing like that though." He had caught up once again and was merging onto a deserted highway. Less than a mile up ahead, he could see the blockade.

He was on Angler's tail. He wanted to stop the car before the blockade because he wasn't sure what Angler would do. Blow through the barricade as if there were nothing to stop him? There were no other vehicles on the road; he knew the perfect tactic.

It was called PIT, or pursuit intervention technique. He sped up, quickly, and with a cheetah's agility, he tapped the passenger side front panel with the driver's side rear panel forcing the sports car into a spin. Both the cars rolled to a stop. Janine screamed, but there was hardly a sound in his ear. Woody was out of the car as quickly as Angler was.

"Freeze!" Woody barked, his gun outstretched and aimed at Angler's head. "Get on the ground!"

Instead, he fled.

Instantly, three RCMP officers were in pursuit of the criminal from the opposite direction. Woody didn't take a shot because of officers running toward him, there was no sure aim. He watched with bated breath as they dragged him down, slapped cuffs on him and read him his rights. He had hoped that he would be the one to do that, but this was not his jurisdiction, in fact this was not even his country, and besides, he had other business to attend to.

Janine was out of the beat up cruiser ushering Woody to the sport's car. There she was, the woman he had come to rescue, for once, she needed help. She was his damsel in distress.

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In the vehicle, she almost cried with bliss when she saw him; now the tears were streaming down her cheeks obscuring her vision. She knew he would come for her but she never imagined that it would take him so long. She had never totally lost hope, there were times when she thought she had but in the back of her mind she knew that somebody would come for her. She was glad it was him.

She searched frantically for the keys to the handcuffs that secured her to the car. She found them in front of her in the glove box. Her hand shaking inside her cast, she managed to unlock the cuffs and open the door. She stepped out. She felt like a fawn learning to walk, her legs were shaking so badly.

However, he was there to hold her up.

They looked momentarily into each other's eyes, her tears falling down her cheeks; he brushed them away, smearing the dirt on her face. His gentle hands couldn't stop stroking her skin, as if he were trying to be certain that she was real and that all of this really was happening.

He reached down to her right hand and easily ripped off the sex-control device, tossing it on the ground. He brought the palm of her hand up to his lips and kissed it lightly.

"Woody," she whispered faintly, her hand in his, falling into his dependable arms.

He kissed her forehead, holding her tighter than was necessary he said unsteadily into her ear, "I hate myself for losing you."

She didn't want to stop listening to his frantic heart beating she didn't want to come up from his deep soothing breaths but she did, looking him seriously in his face she replied, "I love you Woodrow Hoyt, for finding me."

She saw him blush a deep Wisconsin crimson and a bashful smile tempted his cheeks making his lips quiver as they drew nearer to her own. Before she knew it, she was lost again; in his kiss, in his eyes. Willingly she dove into his embrace, pressing her body, though shaking with pain, against his.

Reluctantly they broke apart, an ambulance had arrived for her and she agreed to some first aid. Before hopping in the back, a young blonde woman with an accent approached Woody. She said with a hint of playful sarcasm, "I knew there was an ulterior motive for coming to Canada, this was not about catching a criminal; this was about saving the love of your life."

Woody didn't have anything to say to her, he knew it was the truth, but as the wind swept passed, he simply looked at Jordan and smiled. She returned the smile with a knowing expression in her eyes and allowed the paramedic to help her into the ambulance. Woody thanked God it was over and that she was safe.

Note: I got the PIT thing from a url that doesn't want to stay on whenever I save this... It is actually really bothering me, anyway it was off some police tactics site, if your interested say so and i'll send you the url, if not forget about it! I mean jeez i did some research!

Now, who thinks this needs a follow up chapter? Tie up some loose ends perhaps? Gimmie your opinion in a review and if I get enough (5 being enough) I'll write one, if you think this is good as it is then tell me so! Rating out of ten anyone hmm? lol