Author's Note: Well, I just realized that the arrows don't show up on What a bitch. Well, I've been gone for awhile; a lovely family reunion in mountain country. So…I decided to update this seeing as I could have sworn I finished it. Obviously, I didn't. Not that important, but I feel like finishing a fic. I'm at the block in Out in the Rain, and everything else is blocked too. What a surprise. So, here we go.

Oh, we chapter titles have nothing to do with the story at all. This chapter also falls out of format to deal with mostly Alex. Who

Disclaimer: I do not own anything. Except my lovely new car…Which isn't in this story, so it doesn't really matter.

Chapter Five: No More Silly Latin References

She crept slowly on the balls of her feet. A long ago learned trait when she played night capture the flag with her brothers. The only sound was a far off dripping echoing somewhere across the house, and the sound rang out in Alex's ears as she continued her trek across the wooden floor of the abandoned house. How long had it been since she had started this journey? Five minutes? Ten hours? She couldn't remember. She could hear her partner's steps all the way across the house. The ogre didn't even hear himself. His huge footfalls would alert everyone. Alex sighed. What had happened to her life?

'Oh, yes, that's right. I practically killed Bobby.' Her thoughts bounced around in her head. 'That's me. Partner killer and all out bitch,' she thought to her self. 'Only the amazing Alexandra Eames can kill off two people she loved.' Her sentimental mind slapped her cynicism. 'Well, he's not dead, but he never waking up. What's the difference?'

A click sounded to her left, and Alex's instincts set in. Silence; not a sound; move around the corner; low to the ground; harder to see and hit at first. She crept slowly around the corner and saw him.

His body was hunched over and one hand held his left side. She took in a breath. His tanned arms led to his small hands. One of which held his pistol. It had already felled three people, and Alex refused to be the fourth. He turned. Blue eyes narrowed he raised his gun.

"Put the gun down Ronald. Shooting a fourth person won't do you any good." Alex stayed near the corner. She was ready to dodge around the wall if things went wrong.

"Oh. Very diplomatic Detective Eames. Try to talk me down on false words." He smiled at her. "I don't care about making it out of here alive. I just care about making it out of here finishing my plan." He took a step towards her. Alex raised one eyebrow.

"The first three women weren't good enough? I had a feeling that three sacrifices satisfied you."

"Oh, but detective, gods deserve everything, and I am a god over women. They worship over me. Tell me, when you first talked to me were you not in love? Did you not feel the pull? All women do, it's only natural. I plan on taking my followers with me. All gods get their servants in the afterlife."

"Those women weren't your followers. They were your slaves. You forced them to love you. That isn't worship, its rape and murder. They didn't want to follow you, they wanted their freedom."

"Just like you, Detective Eames? Freedom from that partner of yours? Not that bumbling idiot now, but Goren. That was his name, wasn't it? You shot him. I visited him and read his reports. You practically pulled the trigger. I can offer you freedom from that, my dear Alexandra."

"Ronald Summerhill, please drop your weapon and put your hands on your head where I can see them."

"Freedom Det-"

"Drop it!"

Alex's mind flared. Bobby. She had pulled that trigger. It wasn't her fault. It wasn't her fault. It wasn't her fault. It wasn-

"Then my most sincere apologies."

They both fired.