Title: It Wasn't Me
Summary: Walker and Alex have been married for five years and Angela just turned four. Everything in their lives is going great until the day Angela gets kidnapped.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story. They belong to whoever owns the rights to Walker Texas Ranger.
Author's Note: This story is set in May 2005 right after Angela's fourth birthday.
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Chapter 9: In Time
Angela lay curled up in a little ball. The same position that she had been staying in the whole time she was in the room. The bad man had just returned her to the room that she truly hated being in. She had to stay in it all alone and it only made her miss her mommy and daddy more. The emptiness of the room of the room made Angela feel all alone and at that moment she missed her mommy and daddy more then ever. She started crying but her cries got lost in the thick walls that surrounded her. Angela cried for a while and then realized that there was no point in crying anymore. Angela cried herself to sleep that night and her dreams were full of the only two people who she wanted to see at that moment: her mommy and daddy.
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Alex barely slept at all that night. Her daughter's necklace was in her hand the whole night. As she tossed and turned in bed, Alex was haunted with one nightmare after another. Anything that could possibly go wrong in her dreams went wrong that night. Everything from Angela being found dead to Walker getting killed before they proved he was innocent.
Alex awoke halfway through the night screaming Angela's and Walker's names. Of all the things for dreams to be about her dreams had to be about horrible things.
Alex was up the rest of the night. After those dreams, she didn't even want to go back to sleep.
Instead, Alex made some coffee. But this time unlike pass times, she had no one to share it with. It was then that Alex truly realized that she was alone in a big house, her whole family having been taken away from her for different reasons, and she was the only one left. Alex started crying and she didn't even try to hold back the tears that were soon running down her face. She let out all the emotion that had been inside of her. She knew that she had let out a ton of emotion already, but that was mostly anger. This time she was feeling the way she hated feeling: hopeless.
Over the years, Alex had learned that there was always hope, but this time she wasn't so sure.
'Stop thinking like that.' Alex told herself. 'Everything will be fine. Angela will be found and Walker will get out of jail and then we will be a family once again. I know it. Because it all just has to work out.'
Alex tried to stop thinking about her dreams, but soon gave up. She knew that the only thing that would make her forget all about her dreams was going to see Walker. So Alex headed to take a shower.
Then all of a sudden Alex tripped over something. She looked down and saw that it was Angela's doll. Alex picked up the doll and forgot all about her shower as she headed to the living and was once again in tears. She thought that she would have been done crying, but now as she looked down at the curly brown hair on the doll's head and the dress that Angela had put on her, the little blue one that Angela loved and had one that looked just like it, Alex started to cry.
But soon a knock came to the door. Alex really didn't feel like answering it, but knew that if it was Trivette or Sydney or Gage that they would be worried about her if she didn't answer the door.
Reluctantly Alex got up off the couch and slowly made her way to the door. She was a little surprised at who she saw there.
It was her dad.
"Dad." was all Alex could say as her dad walked in and gave her a hug.
Instantly her dad noticed her reddened eyes. "Hi pumpkin. Are you okay?"
"I will be. In time." Alex told him as they sat down on the couch that she had been crying on a few minutes earlier. "It's just really hard. Walker's in jail and my baby…my baby…" Alex tried to continue but couldn't. And soon she was crying once again.
Gordon Cahill took his daughter in his arms and let her cry. He gently rubbed her back and tried to calm her down.
"It'll be okay. I promise you pumpkin. We're going to find Angela and Walker's going to get out of jail." Gordon tried to reassure his daughter. He knew that this had to be killing her, being away from Angela for so long. He remembered how when Angela had been born, Alex had said that she didn't ever want to be away from her little girl. And now that Angela had been kidnapped, Alex was having it really hard.
"I know. I know all of you are right. But what can I do when I know my little girl is out there somewhere. Wanting to be home. How can I just say oh she'll come home. She's my little girl and I want her to come home and the person who did this is so going to pay for taking my daughter in the first place. I swear, if I ever get my hands on them…" Alex said as her sadness and worry suddenly turned to anger at the person who had done this to her and her family.
"Take it easy Alex. Everything is going to work out. I promise you. Why don't you go see Walker? I know you were probably headed up there before I got here."
"Actually I was that was until I found Angela's doll on the floor. Actually I tripped over it. What I would give to have her running around here again." Alex said and then she realized that her dad was right. She really should go talk to Walker.
Alex got up and headed to her and Walker's bedroom. She put her hair up in a ponytail and then grabbed a pair of jeans and one of Walker's sweatshirts.
"I'm going to see Walker dad. Do you want to come?" Alex asked as she grabbed her keys. She decided not to put on her jacket this time.
"I'll go see him later. You go and see him now." Gordon told her.
"Okay, dad. I'll see you in a little while.
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Alex arrived at the Dallas Jail after 8 that morning. Going through the whole process for what seemed like the hundredth time in the last few weeks, Alex soon found herself sitting across from Walker at the table.
"You look like you had a rough night." Walker told Alex after they greeted each other with a kiss and hug.
"I did." Alex admitted to him.
"Wanna tell me why?" Walker asked his wife. He didn't want to push her but he knew something was bothering her so it would bother him too.
"I had a few nightmares that kept me up most the night. And then I had a rough morning. I tripped over Angela's doll and then started crying. Then my dad came over. He'll be over to see you later."
"Okay. Do they have a trail date set yet?"
"No. But soon. I just can't wait till Angela's home."
"She will be…soon. I promise."
"The next person who says I promise is gonna get it. I love you all, but stop promising me. Okay. I know my daughter will be soon. I just miss her." Alex told her husband and tried not to sound mad at him. She was just sick of people telling her they promise.
"Okay honey. And in time everything is going to be back to normal. I love you." Walker told her.
They sat there, not knowing what to say to make each other feel any better.
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"Hey you guys." Sydney said when Trivette and Gage walked into Ranger Headquarters later that day.
"What?" Trivette asked.
"I'm going to head back out to Anderson's and take a look around. I'll be back later."
And Sydney took off without saying another word.
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Angela had just woken up. Her arm was in so much pain that when she woke up, she started to cry. She knew the bad man must have left and once again he hadn't given her anything to eat. Angela was hungry. She hadn't eaten in at least a day. She knew someone had to come soon. Her mommy and daddy would be worried. But Angela didn't know when and she was growing more scared with each passing day.
So like so many days before, Angela did the only thing she could. She cried for her mommy and daddy and dreamed of being in their arms.
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