A/N: Thanks again for all the reviews, guys! This is the more 'action-packed' chapter :)
Catherine opened the door up, expecting to see Nick or Warrick, or even the familiar figure of Greg, but the person she saw behind the door was not someone she had seen before. The person behind the door was a tall man, he wore a blue t-shirt that showed off his muscular build. He had short blonde hair with faint strands of brown in it and he looked down at Catherine with his piercing green eyes. He also had a bruise on his forehead that Catherine took note of right away.
"Can I help you?" Catherine asked. This guy was giving Catherine a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. He was a complete stranger for one, and also, she felt like his eyes were digging into her head like daggers. His eyes were a deep green color, Catherine felt as though she would see them in her sleep.
"I'm looking for Sara Sidle," he said.
Catherine raised a brow, tilting her head a bit. Slowly reaching to her right and reaching for her gun on the table by the door, she asked, "And why is that?"
"I'm an old friend," he said with a smile. "I know she's probably been expecting to see me for some time."
"Oh?" Catherine asked.
"Yes."
"Well..." Catherine said. "You know, I really don't let in random people who walk over here from off the street, especially rapists," she said, cocking her gun and holding it in front of her, pointing it straight at him. "I'm with the LVPD, so get your ass out of here," she said firmly.
He laughed. "Sara sure has made some interesting friends."
"We're not her friends," Catherine hissed. "We're family."
"Hmm, you know, I do recall that I was once her foster brother?"
"Don't give me that crap."
"No, really, we were bound by law," he said with another smile.
"Just get out of here before you do something you'll regret," Catherine said.
He smiled. "I would put the gun down before you do something you will regret."
"Uh-uh, I don't think so. And believe me, if I pull the trigger I won't regret it. Get out of here, Mr. Dillan."
"Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Ms. Willows," he said, bowing slightly. "Though..I don't really think it would work between us."
"Get the hell out of here," Catherine said, raising the gun higher.
"So, where is little Sara?" Matthew asked.
Catherine didn't even mean for it to happen, but she turned her head to the right and looked down the hallway where Sara was sleeping. Caught off-guard, she felt herself being shoved backwards as Matthew entered through the front door. She landed on the floor and pointed the gun at him quickly, pulling the trigger. Hearing just a click, she forgot that the safety was on and cursed as she saw him walking through the living room.
"You stay away from her!" Catherine yelled, running to him. She jumped on his back, wrapping her arms around his neck. He stopped momentarily, trying to shake her off of him, failing to break her firm grip. He slammed his back against the wall and Catherine gasped as air was knocked out of her. She fell to the floor and just watched as he slowly walked down the hallway.
"You get back here!" she gasped, slowly crawling into the hallway after him trying to find her breath. She watched as he made his way into the bedroom, completely ignoring her. Catherine could feel her heart racing as he walked over to the side of the bed Sara was lying on and looked down at her. She got to her knees in the doorway of the bedroom, looking up at him. "Leave her alone!" she yelled.
"My, my, how she's grown.." he said quietly, looking down at her sleeping form. He slowly lifted the sheets up and looked down at her breasts. "I'm sorry, how we have grown!" Sara's eyes popped open at the sound of his voice and she stared up at him with wide eyes as she started to hyperventilate. He looked down at the teddy bear by her and laughed. "Sara, I thought you've always been more of a hippo person. Blue, if I remember correctly.."
Sara lay petrified by fear, staring up at him as Catherine sat in the doorway. He slowly leaned down over her so that his face was centimeters away from hers. "Sara, have you been looking forward to my return?" he whispered, looking straight into her eyes. Sara wanted to gag- those were the same green eyes that had haunted her for over 20 years. "I sure was," he told her, reaching a hand down to her.
"Don't touch me!" Sara yelled.
He frowned. "Now, now, you know what happened last time in that alley all those years ago, you remember? When you made me mad? I wouldn't want that to happen again," he told her.
Sara quickly rolled to the other side of the bed and got to her feet, turning around to face him. "Just...leave," she said quietly, her bottom lip quivering slightly. She could feel her hands balling into fists and her heart pounding loudly in her ears as he walked around the foot of the bed.
"You know, Sara.." he said, ignoring her last comment. "You may look a bit different on the outside, but on the inside you're just the same."
"I'm not a little girl anymore, you can't push me around!"
He lunged at her. She backed up and hit the wall, now she was trapped. He put both his hands near her shoulders so she couldn't escape. "You see, that's where you're wrong, Sara. You're still the same scared little girl you were all those years ago," he said, leaning closer to her. She swung one of her arms at him and he quickly slammed it against her chest, holding onto it tightly. Sara shut her eyes tightly, trying to disappear.
Catherine took a deep breath. Shaking slightly, she got to her feet. She knew she had to do something, she hadn't done anything to help thus far, and she wasn't going to let him get what it was that he wanted. Catherine walked up to him. "Hey asshole," she whispered. He slowly turned his head to look at her, only in time for her fist to connect with his face. He growled in pain and exasperation, releasing Sara and falling backwards.
"You're going to pay for that, you bitch," he hissed, bringing his left arm back to his side after rubbing the bruising skin. He walked toward Catherine. She swung at him, as she had seen Sara do, and quickly decided that this was a bad idea. He wrapped his hand around her arm and she winced. He was stronger than she first thought. "You've interrupted too much," he said, slamming her head-first into the wall in the hallway. Catherine fell to the ground motionless.
"Catherine!" Sara yelled. She ran toward Catherine, but he stopped her before she reached the door, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her to him.
"Now we won't be interrupted," he told her, leaning closer to her and pressing his lips against hers. Carrying her thrashing form away from the door, he forced his tongue into her mouth as he neared the bed. When he reached it he threw her down, slamming her wrists high above her head in a death grip.
"NO!" Sara yelled, trying to kick from underneath him. "Not again!" she whispered.
"Sara...you're such a beautiful woman," he said. "I knew from the first moment I shall you I had to have you, I couldn't let anyone else take you," he whispered. Sara shuddered as she felt his breath on her neck. "And we are both over 18 now, dear, this can be legal," he said quietly. Sara just stared at him, whimpering quietly. "So, shall we?" Not giving Sara time to speak, his free hand started to explore.
I'm not a little girl anymore, Sara told herself. I'm not, he can't do this to me anymore... Her body tensed as she felt his hand slide up the fabric of her shirt. He can't torment you anymore, you're not a weak little girl. "Get...off of me," Sara whispered.
"What was that?" he asked, his hand still travelling up her shirt.
"Get off of me!" she yelled.
He slapped her. "Like I said, Sara...don't make my angry."
Sara swallowed hard, as she turned her head away from him. She looked through the doorway of the bedroom only to discover Catherine no longer laying on the floor. She whimpered as she felt her head being jerked back to look in front of her.
"Look at me," he hissed. Sara shut her eyes tightly. He punched her this time, and she let out a groan. "I said look at me!" he yelled.
"And she said no," came Catherine's voice to their left. She cocked her gun and pointed it directly at him, wiping a drop of blood away from her forehead.
"Cath.." Sara whispered.
"Get off of her before I blow your brains out," Catherine said firmly.