Chapter 4 – NOTE – Tasha was never pregnant to Jonah. She's not heavily pregnant in this story.
(In
Peter's office)
"That's not an option." Jack said
sternly to Peter.
"Listen Jack, Henry Guild is after you. This
is proof that he's not going to give up anytime soon." He
exclaimed, waving a death threat around in front of Jack. It was the
third one this week, and the threats were becoming more intimate.
"Witness Protection is your only option."
"No it's not.
There's another." Jack argued.
"No." Peter warned, raising
his finger. "You're not going after him. He'll kill you
straight away. He's after revenge Jack, he doesn't care about
jail or getting killed himself."
"I'm not going into Witness
Protection. To me it isn't an option." Jack refused. Peter
sighed.
"Why not? Jack, you're in danger. You could be putting
your whole family in danger if you stay." He argued. "What if
Henry finds out who your family are? Or Martha?" Peter asked. Jack
looked down at his hands.
"He wouldn't hurt them…" He
mumbled. Peter laughed.
"Why wouldn't he? If he knew it'd
get to you, of course he would! What if he held them hostage? You'd
go, anyone would. Then he'd have you and kill you all." Peter
said. Jack looked down, admitting he was right. "You need to go
before it's too late." Peter finished, tapping the statements in
front of him.
"But… I can't leave them. Tony and Lucas have
travelled around with me whenever I've had to move.. leaving them
would be like I'm not grateful. And Martha… I can't leave her.
Not today of all days." He explained, rubbing his forehead.
"Why
not today? No day is going to be the right time Jack." Peter
insisted.
"We had an argument. A pretty nasty one. I need to
make it up to her and apologize. I can't leave without saying
goodbye." Jack told him. "I just can't." Peter shook his
head.
"Sorry mate, you're not allowed. She can't know." He
said sympathetically. "That's the way it goes. You have to leave
now, suddenly and silently. There isn't any other option. He's
getting closer and closer by the day; he's going to make a move
soon." Peter said. Jack hit the desk angrily, darting up.
"This
isn't fair!" He grumbled. "That man killed 4 people! 4 innocent
people! He was going to make it 5, he was going to shoot me! I had to
shoot first. I had to…" Jack trailed off, angrily thumping his
hands to the wall. "Why can't Henry just face it? His brother
deserved what he got." Jack asked.
"Because he's just as
crazy and malicious as his brother." Peter sighed. "Now Jack, are
you going to go into hiding or not? It might not be for long. Couple
of months?" Peter said.
"Or a couple of years. Or maybe, I
won't get out of hiding. What if I stay in the protection for the
rest of Henry's life? Or for the rest of my life? This isn't going
to end unless we put a stop to it." Jack argued, turning around
from the wall.
"No Jack, the only way it'll end is if you die.
And to be honest, I don't think myself, your colleagues, your
family, or Martha want that – do you?" Peter said. Jack slumped
back in the chair, looking around the walls at the framed
certificates. "And if you don't go into Witness Protection not
only will you get killed, Martha and your family will get roped into
it too." Peter added. Jack sighed, rubbing his eyes as he attempted
to clear his mind. He was in a spin, he was so confused. Why had this
all happened now? Now he'd dealt with the whole Harry Chambers
ordeal, and found the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life
with, he had to leave. His life had finally sorted, he was happy! He
had thought his life was too good to mess up now, for it to end so
terribly. He thought everything was going to be okay, he thought that
he could rely on everyone to sort it out. Why did it have to come to
this? Why did he have to leave his perfect life, his perfect family;
his perfect woman? Jack stood up sharply, leaning on the
desk.
"You've been telling me for months that you're getting
closer to catching him! You made it sound like it'd all be over by
now!" Jack yelled angrily.
"Because he has been getting
closer! He's been doing it on purpose! He's the one finding you,
he's the one cracking down - not us." Peter said. "I'm sorry
mate, I really am. But this is what has happened. I can carry on
apologizing or I can sort it out now. The choice is yours mate. Stay
at home, Henry WILL come after you and most probably Martha and your
family. Go into Witness Protection, leave your loved ones behind to
get on with their lives." Peter said. "I hate to put it so
harshly, but you sticking around is only going to sign Martha, Tony
and Lucas' death certificate." He finished. Jack sat, staring at
the surface of the shiny, dark wood.
"What would you tell them?"
He asked softly.
"That you left with Witness Protection."
Peter answered simply.
"So I wouldn't be faking my own death?"
Jack asked.
"No. That takes time and a lot of setting up."
Peter said. "It'd be impossible to do. And anyway, no one around
here would know where your new location is so Henry can't threaten
anyone! Everyone would be safe, including yourself." Peter pushed
the papers towards Jack. "So, what's it going to be?" He asked,
handing him the pen. Jack grasped it tightly, a thousand thoughts
rushed through his head yet one simple, clear thought rang out. He
couldn't risk their lives. Jack silently leant down, forcing pen
onto paper.
"Peter!" Sergeant McGrath stormed in. Peter yanked
the papers from his desk in an effort to hide them.
"What?"
Peter asked, annoyed with the intrusion.
"It's Henry Guild.
He's in town with hostages. He wants Jack to be there in 15 minutes
or he'll start killing." He told them. Peter nodded.
"Right,
we'll need back up from the city." Peter instructed, standing up.
Jack jumped up and made his way to the door. "Hey, hey! Where do
you think you're going?" Peter asked, grabbing his arm.
"You
heard. He wants me." Jack said. Peter laughed.
"Which is
exactly why you're not going. He'll kill you." Peter told him.
Jack sighed angrily.
"Listen, lives are at stake here, I thought
our job was to save them?"
"No, that's doctors and nurses.
We can handle him, you just sign these papers and go." Peter said,
handing him the statements. Jack shook his head, ripping them in
half.
"You either take me as an officer, or I'll go on my
own - under my own rules." Jack said sternly. Peter gave a long,
frustrated groan, his eyes flicking around the office as he
thought.
"Get your gun." He instructed, leaving his
office.
(shopping mall)
"I
thought that I'd be doing this one day with Jack…" Martha
frowned, lifting the small piece of clothing off the rails. Tasha
sighed, taking the baby dungarees from her and hanging them back
up.
"You will be." She said, grabbing her hand and pulling her
to the left. "You and Jack have had a tiff, that's all. You two
will have forgotten next time you see each other." Tasha said as
she dragged her through the departments.
"No... I'm not sure.
I don't like his job Tash. I know he loves it and I think it's
great how much he adores his job, but it's so dangerous!" She
exclaimed. Tasha let go of Martha once they reached the wedding
section of the shop. "Why are we here?" Martha asked, slightly
bewildered.
"Because you want to be wearing one of these, don't
you?" Tasha asked. Martha nodded, smiling towards the long white
gown on the manikin.
"Yea.. one day…" She agreed.
"And
you want Jack to be wearing one of them." Tasha said, pointing
towards a suit. Martha nodded, walking in that direction.
"Yea…
he'd look so cute." She smiled. Tasha laughed.
"To get there
you have to do a little bit of compromising." Tasha said wisely.
"You love him and you want all this… He loves you and he wants
all this. The only thing stopping you is his job. His choice Mac."
Tasha summed up. Martha nodded as she stroked the fine silk of a
gorgeous chocolate tie. A smile crept on her face.
"You're
right." She admitted. "Jack's right. I love him and I don't
want to fall out with him. It is his decision and even though I hate
it I need to support him." Martha said, turning around to Tasha.
"I've been selfish, haven't I?" Martha admitted, biting her
lip.
"A little bit." Tasha laughed. "But for all the right
reasons." She smiled, patting her friend on the back. "Anyway,
lets go home. I think we should organize a nice romantic 'I'm
sorry' dinner, don't you?" Tasha smiled.
"Good thinking
bat-woman." Martha grinned, walking through the shop. "And
besides, I'm sure you and baby need a rest." Martha said, looking
towards Tasha's flat belly. Tasha smiled to herself, rubbing her
stomach.
"Come on, I know a short cut." Martha said as they
exited the electric double doors, pointing her down an
alley.
"Are you sure about this? It
doesn't look very… safe." Tasha called out to Martha from
behind as she studied the trash covered, junk occupied alley.
"It's
fine you big wuss. I come down here all the time." She said,
stepping over the random pieces of metal and wood.
"But you're
not pregnant are you!" Tasha reasoned.
"You can't complain
just yet Tasha! You're not even showing!" Martha laughed. "And
you haven't even told Robbie." Martha said seriously, turning
around. "Now I'm flattered, but I don't think you should have
told me first." Martha told her.
"Well it's not my fault you
stormed in my apartment when I was waiting for the result now was
it!" Tasha argued. Martha laughed.
"Don't leave a key
hidden outside your door if you don't want people to walk in then."
Martha smiled, turning back around and continuing the journey through
the alley.
"Martha, the whole point in it being HIDDEN is so no
one uses it!" Tasha exclaimed.
"What's the point in a key if
no one uses it?" Martha laughed, listening to Tasha's huff from
behind. "Here we are, see, it didn't take long." Martha said,
walking out the alley. "Oh my God!" She gasped, covering her
mouth.
"What's wrong?" Tasha asked, hopping over another
piece of wood as she continued through the alley a few metres behind.
Martha jumped back behind the wall, blocking Tasha's way.
"We
need to run. We need to get help!" Martha whispered.
"Oi!
Girl! Get out with your hands up!" A deep English voice shouted.
Tasha looked up into Martha's fearful eyes.
"What the hell is
going on!" She whispered. Martha looked back down the long
alley.
"Go and get help! They didn't see you! If I don't go
around now they'll come around and get us both. I'll be fine,
just get the cops!" Martha instructed her. Tasha shook her
head.
"What's going on?" She demanded, stepping forward to
have a look around the corner.
"Tash! Are you stupid?" Martha
whispered angrily. "Go get help!" Martha said, slowly backing to
the edge of the alley.
"No! Martha! Come and run with me!"
Tasha whispered frantically, reaching out for her friend. Martha
shook her head, spinning around and walking out the alley with her
arms up.
