Summary: A ransom leads to a very long weekend for Walker and Alex
Disclaimer: I do not own them
A/N: First attempt at a Walker fic, be nice
Chapter 38
Walker had been sitting on the witness stand, full blown hatred flowing through his veins as he stared down at Alex; then it happened. Culliver had made a mistake, a fatal one in laying his weapon down, and now Walker was going to make him pay.
Sailing over the witness stand Walker didn't think of anything but killing Culliver. Alex had been screaming his name then, screaming and begging for help, but she hadn't made a noise in more than a couple of seconds, almost as if she had resigned herself to her fate.
Walker's fist landed squarely against Culliver's jaw sending him falling backwards away from Alex and the table. Culliver was sprawled on the floor, but soon regained his feet.
"Not happy that your wife prefers a real man over you?"
Walker didn't say anything, only staring at Culliver as the hatred built more and more till he felt he would burst soon if he did not kill the man. The guard's gun still laid on the table, and Walker saw Culliver's eyes divert to it for a second.
"Why don't you just pick up the gun Walker and end it, or don't you have the guts to?"
"I prefer to kill you with my bare hands Culliver. I want to feel the life slipping away from you, as I kill you for what you have done."
Culliver knew his life was as good as gone and threw himself toward the gun, but Walker stood between him and the gun, and he found himself quickly being thrown to the floor again. Culliver stood again this time wiping the blood from his lip, that was now split open.
"First blood Walker, nice job. It still won't change the fact of what I have done to your wife though," Culliver smirked, staring at Alex who laid quietly on the table. This enraged Walker further as he also stared back at his wife who laid on the table. Again he lunged for Culliver though the man backed away towards the door.
Culliver now ran towards the door, but before he could grab the chair stuffed up against it and get free Walker grabbed him. "You won't get away this time Culliver. No judge can save you now. You should have just taken your fate, and the needle that was sure to come to you. Now you will suffer like you have made me and my family suffer."
Culliver turned and started to scream then. "Walker is trying to kill me! Someone help!"
Outside the courtroom Trivette was pacing the floor back and forth. "He is going to kill him isn't he CD?"
CD seemed to be staring off into the distance as if remembering something. He answered but he never looked at Trivette. "Walker is a force to be reckoned with and Culliver has crossed over the line. I don't think he will come out of that room alive."
Inside the courtroom Culliver found himself again picking himself up off the floor. Before he could stand though another punch sent him to the ground, this one knocking out two of his teeth. "Get up!"
Culliver stared at Walker. He realized he was going to die, so he resolved to his fate and smirked, knowing he was going to torture Walker as best he could before his death.
"You know I won't scream, or beg for death, although your wife is a good screamer. See I recall her begging for me to stop, but of course it was just too much fun to watch her flinch as the belt tore away her pretty little flesh."
Walker's pent up rage flew towards Culliver then as he grabbed his arm, and Culliver heard the sickening crack as his arm broke, before he yelled out in agony.
"You broke my arm you bastard!"
Walker didn't seem to hear him as he grabbed Culliver and threw him away from the door. Culliver landed close to the defense table, and noticed Alex wasn't making any noise. True, her eyes were open, but not a sound was coming out of her. "Come on Walker. You have to admit you enjoyed the show. I saw the look in your eyes when she was being tortured."
"The only thing in my eyes Culliver was the urge to kill you."
Culliver raised his good arm when he saw the kick coming, but all he got for his troubles was the sound of his other arm breaking. Screaming now he went to the floor, both arms hanging loosely at his sides. "I hate you Walker!" he screamed, now spitting out the blood in his mouth onto the floor.
Culliver stood up his arms now longer feeling any pain the adrenaline rushing through him now. He stared first at Walker who was getting closer and then to Alex who was laying on the table, her eyes glazed over. Knowing he had nothing to lose he grabbed at her throat with his hand. The pain was immense, but this was his life, and he was not going down without a fight.
From the table he picked up the letter opener not seen before and held it to her throat, and Alex just laid there. "If you are going to kill me Walker, then I am taking your precious wife here with me."
Walker blinked for a mere second, seeing not Culliver standing before him but the man who had taken his parents, and the other people who had killed his friends in Vietnam. It was only after he had shaken the cobwebs of the past from his head that he realized Culliver's head was in his hands, and Culliver was dead, his neck broken. Tossing down the body Walker ran to Alex.
"Alex," he whispered to her, rubbing the hair from her face, as he stared at the open gashes on her back. Alex didn't even move, making no notion she had even heard Walker other than the tears slipping out of the corners of her eyes. Walker looked down at what was left of her back, noticing the deep gashes were now bleeding, but then he looked to her stomach. It was so round now, his children inside her, their children.
"Don't worry Alex I am going to help you."
Walker pulled Alex's shirt back down over her, and then stood her up gently. Alex's knees buckled the moment they touched the ground, but Walker's swift arms caught her and lifted her up, and that is when it happened. Alex let out a blood curling scream that echoed throughout the room, and Walker realized the extent of the open wounds on her back. He tried to shift her so that he wouldn't hurt her but there seemed to be no possible way.
The screams coming from inside the room caused the door the come flying open as the entire SWAT team came running into the room, Trivette and CD in the lead. What they saw left no room for doubt. Chuck Culliver laid dead on the floor.
"How is she Cordell?" CD asked, staring at Walker who was trying to shift Alex into a better position.
"She hurt CD," Walker gently spoke, not wanting to raise his voice.
"I'll get the EMS in here right away." CD took off running towards the hallway and in a second was back with the emergency medical team, who swarmed on Alex, assessing her as she laid in Walker's arms.
"Sir, you are going to have to lay her down so we can have a look at her."
Walker tried laying Alex down, but the second his arms were free from her she began panicking again. Her breaths were coming in short gasps now in between gurgled screams for them to stop touching her.
"Mrs. Walker if you don't calm down you will end up hurting yourself and the babies."
Alex didn't hear the medic. All her mind was registering was that someone she didn't know was touching her again, and Walker's safe arms weren't there. Alex shivered as she suddenly felt very cold, even though the room was nice and warm.
"Walker," she feebly called. Her head felt dizzy all of a sudden and she screamed again as the EMS man shifted her trying to place her on the backboard. "The babies," Alex whispered to Walker, her voice raspy from yelling.
Walker took her hand in his. He couldn't care less that the EMS guy was glaring at him for being in the way. "Don't worry Alex," he told her, hoping he was giving her some comfort. He watched as tears flowed from her beautiful eyes. "Walker, I don't feel so good."
"Hush Alex, you are going to be just fine. They are going to make you good as new." Walker knew Alex was in bad shape from the looks of her back, but his own eyes grew huge as suddenly she went limp. He hoped she had just passed out, but the EMS man calling frantically over his walkie talkie alerted him to the problem. As Alex laid there looking battered and beaten, he saw the slow trickle of blood coming from her.
"She is hemorrhaging. If we don't get her to the hospital soon she is going to not only lose the babies, but she will die as well. Let go of her hand Mr. Walker so we can help her!" he yelled, hoping to cut through the fog that was settling in Walker's head at the sight of the blood. Walker released Alex's hand and walked out following the medics. CD and Trivette were at his side in a flash trying to offer some kind of support as they followed Alex toward the ambulance, but all Walker could think of were Alex's blue eyes staring up at him, before they had closed.