Author's Note: Hey guys! It's time for the next update and I'm sure you're all wondering what's gonna happen next! Well, it's time for you to read on and find out!
Disclaimer: I do not own the Power Rangers, any of its series, or any of its characters, nor do I own the entire plot. That credit goes to the creator and writer of "Days of our Lives." I do own all made up character names, places, and the edited parts of the plot!
Trapped
Tommy sat on the couch beside Kimberly as she finished flipping through the photo album. She let out a sigh of relief when she reached the last page. After saying no one more time, she leaned back on the sofa and inhaled deeply.
"And you're positive that none of those mug shots were this Zeke guy?"
"Yes." She groaned as she mentally slapped him. "None of them were him, and besides, none of them had the name Zeke."
"Well, the commander thinks that Zeke is a self-chosen name. We think your killer's got a real name that he abandoned. Since we don't know what that name is, we had to bring in all the mug shots."
Kimberly released a yawn as she slowly curled into a ball and fell asleep. Tommy stared at her for a few minutes before standing to retrieve a blanket from the bed. He shook it out twice before laying it on top of her gently.
"She's not so bad when she's sleep." He said.
Tommy turned his attention away from Kimberly as he sat upon the couch and turned the TV back on. "Now, a little R&R." he said with a smile.
Eight Hours Later
Kimberly opened her eyes and was met by a glowing orange room. She sat up as she stretched her arms above her head to release a yawn. Glancing out the window in front of her, she saw that the sun was just starting to set, making the sky a beautiful array of purples and oranges. Kimberly saw that the TV was muted in front of her on the TruTV network. A half eaten sandwich was lying on a plate on the coffee table. She looked around the room and noticed that she was alone.
"Agent Oliver?" she called out. She was surprised when he didn't answer. Scratching her head a few times, Kimberly stood from the couch and walked around the room. She paused by the bathroom door when she could hear water running. "Oh, so he's in the shower huh?" she said with a smile. "This is my chance to call Trini!"
Kimberly tiptoed over to Tommy's coat and began digging through the pockets again. She frowned when she only found his flashlight. "He must've taken it out." She concluded. Suddenly, another idea hit Kimberly. "Maybe there's a phone back in the cathedral?"
Glancing at the bathroom door to ensure that the water was still running, Kimberly ran over to the door and began to unlock it. She twisted the knob lock and pulled back the chain quickly before opening the door. Just as she stepped one foot into the hallway, she felt a strong hand grab onto her arm, pulling her back inside. She gasped in surprise as the door slammed shut.
"What the hell do you think you're doing!" Tommy snapped.
Kimberly stared at him wide eyed. Tommy's hair was wet and hanging over his exposed chest and shoulders. His chest was glistening wet in the light from the sunset which made his marble-carved six-pack look even better. He had a bath towel wrapped securely around his waist. This man was gorgeous.
"Kimberly!" he shouted again making his beauty disappear and his annoying side comes back.
Kimberly pushed herself out of his grasp and walked back into the room. "I wanted to go for a quick walk." She said plainly. "Is that too much to ask? I've been trapped in this room for almost twenty four hours and I'm sick of it!"
"No. I go to take a shower after watching you sleep through half the day and I hear the door rattling like someone was trying to get either in or out. You weren't trying to go for a walk Kimberly, you were trying to escape!"
"Was not!"
"Were too!"
The two of them glare at each other for what seemed like forever. Finally, Kimberly's glare disappeared and was replaced with sad, tear-filled eyes.
"What the hell are you crying for!" Tommy shouted.
"Why do you have to be so rude!" she snapped back. "Can't you have sympathy for me for one minute! I'm tired, scared, I'm being pursued by a killer, I miss my son, and I wanna go home!"
"Well, there's nothing I can do about that!" Tommy shouted.
Kimberly turned away from him and walked over to the couch to bury her face in her hands. Tommy didn't know why, but he felt bad for her. Making sure his towel was secure, he walked over to her and placed a hand on her back comfortingly.
"Look… I'm sorry I yelled. Just… stop crying."
"I can't!" she wailed. "I'm sad and scared and I'm stuck with someone who hates me!"
"… I never said I hated you."
"Well you have a funny way of showing it!" she screamed as her cries grew louder.
Tommy sighed as he stood back up to go and finish his shower.
"And don't you even think about trying to leave again!" he shouted over the water.
Next Day
It was the middle of the afternoon and it was hot. The air conditioner in the safe house had decided to go out which left a secretly pregnant Kimberly miserable and in a complaining mood which meant hell for Tommy. Tommy had been working on the air conditioner for two hours and the entire time he'd wanted to throw the wrench at Kimberly's head.
"Tommy!" she wailed for the sixth time that hour. "Are you almost done? It's so hot!"
"Tell me something I don't know Kimberly." He said angrily as he tried to adjust a few wires.
"It's really hot." She said jokingly.
"Why don't you go take a cold shower or something then? I'm pretty sure that you're smelly and sweaty right now."
"I don't sweat." She stated with a smile on her face.
"Then what's that terrible stench I sense coming from your way?"
"That's not me! That's your upper lip."
Kimberly giggled as Tommy shook his head. "No it isn't. Something smells like dead flowers and rice."
Kimberly sat up straight as she began to sniff herself. Something did smell a little off about her. "Maybe… I will take a shower… but not because I smell! Because it's really hot in here!"
"Yeah. Sure." Tommy said laughing as she walked off to the shower.
The Next Day
The next evening was a lot cooler than yesterday. Tommy had fixed the air conditioner after two hours of repairs and it was working pretty well, which put both him and Kimberly in a better mood. The two of them were sitting on the sofa watching Family Guy.
"Why are we watching this?" Kimberly complained.
"Do you see anything better on TV?" he asked. "And besides, it's actually pretty funny."
"Yeah. I don't see it. Come five years, this show won't be on the air."
Tommy shook his head as Kimberly stood up and walked to the kitchen. She smiled when she opened the fridge and saw a new jar of pickles.
"Where did these come from?" she asked with a smile on her face.
"One of the nuns dropped them off yesterday afternoon while you were power napping. I remember how much you loved the first jar, so I thought I'd get you another jar in exchange for good behavior."
"What do you think I am? A dog?" she asked in defense as she closed the fridge. "I don't just roll over because you give me something I want."
"Of course not." Tommy said rolling his eyes.
Kimberly saw this and giggled as she began looking around for a jar of peanut butter. Damn… her cravings were kicking in. Once she'd found a jar of Peter Pan peanut butter, she opened both jars and began dipping her pickles into the creamy peanut butter. She smiled in content as she took a seat at the table.
"Why do I smell peanut butter?" Tommy asked without bothering to look away from the TV. "I thought you were eating pickles?"
"What's it to you?" she asked as she took a giant crunchy bite.
Tommy looked over and gasped as a look of disgust ran across his face. "What in God's name are you eating!" he shouted.
"Pickles dipped in peanut butter." She said. "Why?"
"Do you have any idea how disgusting that is?"
"It's not disgusting. It's delicious! I eat peanut butter and pickle sandwiches all the time!" she lied.
Tommy placed his hand on his throat as he tried to keep the sandwich he'd eaten earlier down. "You're gross."
"And you're bossy." She snapped.
The two of them finished the rest of their evening in silence.
The Next Day
The room was so silent you could hear a pin drop. Kimberly and Tommy were seated on the couch staring at each other. Neither one of them were moving. They'd been like that for almost an hour and they weren't showing any signs of leaving their positions yet.
"I'm gonna win this." Tommy said with a smile.
"Oh please." Kimberly said as her face sparked a challenge. "I'm gonna win this competition and then I'll get that free phone call you promised me. And besides, I'm a professional at this game. Me and my brother Jason used to do this all the time when we were little. And he's a pretty hard opponent to beat."
"Well, this Jason guy's got nothing on me. I have four older brothers and I can beat all of them without breaking a sweat. Me and my oldest brother Daniel went eight hours one summer."
"Well then, this should be interesting." Kimberly said scooting closer so she could make out his pupils.
Ten minutes passed in silence as the two continued to play the staring game, waiting for the other to break. Tommy smirked when he noticed Kimberly starting to wiggle around. She had to go to the bathroom.
"Something wrong Kimmie?" he asked as his smirk grew.
"No!" she snapped as her stare hardened. "And don't call me that."
"What? Kimmie?"
Kimberly grabbed one of the couch's decorative pillows without averting her gaze and threw it at Tommy's head. "Did you blink?" she asked hopefully. She frowned as the pillow fell down revealing Tommy's face the same way it was before she'd thrown it at him. "Oh, come on!"
"That's not gonna work on me." He said feeling that this stare down was gonna be coming to an end real soon. Tommy suddenly got an idea and began to lean over the edge of the couch.
"What are you doing?" Kimberly asked. "Are you giving up?"
Tommy smirked. "Not quite. I'm just a little… thirsty." Tommy grabbed a water bottle off the table and smiled as he held it up to where Kimberly could see it. Kimberly stiffened as he unscrewed the cap. Tommy smirked as he tilted his head back to where she could still see his eyes before holding the bottle above his mouth, releasing the water in a single stream.
"I quit!" she shouted as she jumped off the couch. "I'm done! I've had enough!" Kimberly broke down crying as she gripped the arm of the couch.
"Hey!" Tommy said standing up to place his hand on her shoulder. "Calm down. Take it easy would ya?"
"No, I will not take it easy! I'm tired, I have to go to the bathroom, my stomach hurts, I miss Trini, I miss Billy, I miss Jason, I miss my son, and I wanna go home!"
Tommy stared at her in shock. She'd finally cracked. Not knowing how to make her stop, he reached into his back pocket and pulled out his cell phone. "Here." He said holding it out to her.
Kimberly's cries died down as she turned around to stare at him. "What? But… I lost. I caved in, so why are you giving me the phone?"
"Look… you've made it quite obvious that you miss your family and friends. You've been away from them for almost a week now. I know it must be tough. So… I'm gonna be generous just this once and let you call your friend."
"Really?" she asked hopefully. Tommy nodded and handed her the phone.
"You've got three minutes to talk to her and you can't mention anything about your whereabouts. Got that?"
Kimberly nodded once. "Got it. Now let's see…" Kimberly dialed Trini's number and held the phone up to her ear as she crossed her fingers. She smiled when Trini answered. "Trini! Yes, it's me! How are you? Good, good. Yes I'm fine. The safe house is fine. Yeah. My bodyguard… he's… okay, I guess… Anyway, how's Jacob? Good. Is he with you right now?" Kimberly paused to await Trini's answer. "What!" she shouted. "But why? I don't want him at that mansion with Collin! Have you met his father? The man's insane! Yeah that's him. Yes, Charles Ignalis!"
Tommy's eyes widened as he snatched the phone from Kimberly.
"Hey!" she shouted. "What are you doing! I still have a perfectly good minute left to talk!"
"I'm sorry." Tommy said into the phone. "This call is gonna have to be cut short." Tommy closed the lid of the phone, earning a displeased outcry from Kimberly.
"What the heck! Why did you do that? You said I could call whoever I want and talk to them as long as I didn't mention my location!"
"Change of plans." Tommy said. "Did I hear you mention the name Charles Ignalis?"
"Yeah." Kimberly said raising an eyebrow. "He's my ex-boyfriend's father. What about him? And what's it to you anyways?"
"Charles Ignalis was one of the suspects in a mass murder case ten years ago. He had a mug shot taken, but he was never officially arrested."
"Oh my God." Kimberly said.
"His mug shot was in one of the books you flipped through the other day."
"What!" Kimberly ran over to the duffle bag that was still by the sink and pulled the zipper back. "Which one?"
"I dunno. I'll find it later."
"No! We need to find it now, and you've got to tell me everything you know about him!"
"That's classified information."
"Please Tommy! You have to tell me! My son is staying with that murderer!"
"It was never proven that he"
"I don't care!" Kimberly shouted. "I need to call Collin right now!"
Kimberly snatched the phone out of Tommy's hand, but he snatched it back.
"Don't even think about calling him. Just let it be. You've got nothing to worry about. Your son is his grandson right?"
Kimberly nodded.
"Okay then. What makes you think he'd harm your son?"
"That's not the point! I don't want my son anywhere near Mr. Ignalis."
Tommy shook his head. Kimberly grabbed the collar of his shirt and began tugging on it. "Please let me call him Tommy!" Tommy glared at her, sending a shock through her body. She released her hold on him and brushed her hair behind her ear. "Sorry…" she muttered quickly.
Tommy shook his head as he walked over to the couch and took a seat.
'I've gotta get that phone!' she thought to herself. 'But how?'
Kimberly began looking around the apartment for something that she could cause a distraction with. Her eyes stopped when she stared at the stove. Bingo. She had an idea.
"Say Tommy?" she asked sweetly.
"What now?" he asked without bothering to look at her.
"I'm really sorry… about everything I've done since you started protecting me. The sleeping pills, the complaining, the screaming, the stealing… all of it. What do you say I cook you dinner?"
"Uh, if it has anything to do with peanut butter and pickles, you can forget about it."
"No, I was gonna make grilled cheese. How does that sound?"
"Are you gonna make soup with it?" he asked, growing interested.
"I wasn't, but I can." She smiled.
"Okay then. Cook away."
"Great!"
Kimberly walked into the kitchen and began gathering all of the supplies she'd need. After ten minutes of cooking, she'd managed to complete a pot of tomato soup. That left the grilled cheese, the spark that would ignite her plan. Kimberly looked up at Tommy who was still staring at the TV before going to work. She set a skillet on the burner and grabbed a spray can of "non-stick" grease to coat the pan with.
"Be careful with that stuff." Tommy called out from the couch. "Make sure you don't spray it near an open flame."
"I got it." She said with a knowing smile. Kimberly took one un-cooked grilled cheese and set it in the pan. She then turned the gas pilot on and sprayed the cooking spray directly at the flame. The grilled cheese and the oven mitt on the stove were engulfed in flames immediately. The smoke detector above the stove began beeping like crazy as Kimberly put her plan into action.
"Oh my God! Tommy! Fire! Help!"
Tommy looked up and saw the flames slowly rising from the pan. He jumped up and ran over to extinguish the fire. Kimberly smiled as she caught sight of his phone on the couch.
"Look out!" he shouted as he grabbed a fire extinguisher from beneath the sink. As he unlocked it and began spraying the flames, Kimberly ran around him and over to the couch.
"I'm so sorry!" she shouted as she grabbed the phone quickly and stuffed it in her back pocket. "I don't know what I was thinking!"
"Well, that makes two of us!" Tommy shouted as he extinguished the last few flames.
The fire disappeared and the grilled cheese that was once in the pan was burnt to a crisp. Tommy grabbed the handle and walked the pan over to Kimberly. He held it in her face as she wrinkled her nose in disgust.
"Mmm…" she smiled. "Well done. Just the way I like it."
"Then this can be your sandwich." He said setting the pan on the table. "Look, I'm gonna go take a quick shower to wash the smell of smoke out of my hair and then I'll come back and make the sandwiches. You have a seat and stay away from the stove."
"Yes Tommy." She said with a roll of her eyes as she began walking to take a seat.
"Oh. And one more thing." Tommy said reaching into her back pocket.
"Hey you pervert!" she shouted as he pulled out the phone. Kimberly laughed nervously as he held it up in front of her face.
"You must think I'm really stupid." He said as he walked into the bathroom.
Kimberly groaned as she collapsed on the couch.
Later that Night
Tommy sat on the couch rubbing his temples in annoyance as Kimberly asked him to use his phone for the millionth time.
"For the last time, no!" he shouted. "Look, I know that you're worried about your son, but I can say, without a doubt, that he's fine. Now will you please shut up! The game's about to come on."
"What game?"
"A basketball game. Now hush."
Kimberly rolled her eyes as she stood from the couch. "Fine. I'll just go and take a shower then while you watch your game."
"Thank you." He sighed as she grabbed her pajamas from the bed and exited the room.
Tommy smiled as a thought crossed his mind. "It's so quiet when she isn't around… and I'd hate for her to interrupt my game with her constant complaining. Perhaps… I should make her shower a little longer than she expects."
Tommy walked over to the bathroom door and placed his ear against it. The shower was running and Kimberly was inside humming happily. He snickered as he slowly pushed the door open. Thankfully, the curtain was closed, so she wouldn't know what hit her. Tommy snatched the towel and pajamas that she'd set on the toilet seat and quickly ran out the room. Hearing the door shut, Kimberly pulled the curtain back. She shrugged before going back to her showering.
Five Minutes Later
"TOMMY!" Kimberly's voice boomed from the bathroom door. Tommy started choking on the soda he'd been drinking as he started laughing.
"What's the matter sweet heart?" he asked jokingly. "Is the water cold or something?"
"What did you do with my clothes!" she shouted angrily.
"What do you mean?"
"My pajamas and my towel are gone! Why?"
"I dunno Kimberly. Are you sure you had them with you when you went in there?"
Kimberly opened the door slightly and poked her head through. She scowled when she spotted her pajama gown and towel lying on the arm of the couch next to Tommy. "I am most definitely sure that I brought them in here, and I know for a fact that you took them."
Tommy smirked and held up the items she desperately was seeking. "If you want them, come and get them."
"No way! I'm naked!"
"So?"
"Agh! You are such a pervert!" Kimberly slammed the door, earning a laugh from Tommy.
Fifteen Minutes Later
"Tommy?" Kimberly called out to him again.
"Yes Kimmie?"
Kimberly growled from her place on the floor. "I've had enough. I'm sorry… Now will you please let me out of here?"
"Nope. I'm teaching you a lesson."
"Why?"
"Because, you're a sneaky little brat who's been trying to steal from me and you've been driving me nuts. I think a couple hours in there will do you some good."
Kimberly sighed as she rubbed her slightly swollen stomach. "Come on Tommy… It's freezing in here… and you can't keep me in here all night."
"Oh, I can't? Watch me." He laughed as he stood up and went to the kitchen. Kimberly's eyes widened when she heard a cupboard open and shut followed by the sound of a chip bag being opened. Tommy crossed back over to the couch and took a seat, placing his feet on the table top. He sighed in satisfaction as he took a giant crunch out of a potato chip.
"What are you eating?" Kimberly asked as she opened the door to peek.
"Some delicious chips." He answered, eating another.
Kimberly frowned as her stomach started to growl aloud. "Can I have some?" she asked quietly.
"Sure." Tommy called over his shoulder. "Why don't you come out here and get some?"
"You know damn well why I can't come and get some. I'm naked you jerk!"
Tommy shrugged as he ate another chip. "Oh well. I guess I can finish these bad boys on my own. Now if you don't mind, could you keep it down? I'm trying to watch a game here."
"Oh, I'll keep it down alright." She said looking around the bathroom. "I'll make sure that you'll remember this night for the rest of your life."
Tommy rolled his eyes as he went back to watching the game. Kimberly smiled as she turned on all the faucets in the room. She plugged in a hair dryer and turned it on, leaving it on the toilet seat. She also picked up the toilet plunger and ran back to the door. "He's gonna pay." She whispered as she started beating the plunger against the door. She smiled as she began singing as loud as she could. "This is the song that never ends! It just goes on and on my friend! Some people started singing it, not knowing what it was, and they'll continue singing it forever just because, this is the song that never ends…!"
Tommy growled in frustration as he turned the volume up on the television. Hearing the sound grow louder outside the door, Kimberly cracked the door open and began to beat the plunger's handle against the wood floor as she screamed the words even louder than before. Tommy sighed and stood up from the couch to sit right in front of the TV. He stayed there for ten minutes until Kimberly finally stopped her singing. She wasn't gonna be getting out any time soon.
An Hour and a Half Later
Kimberly felt her head starting to nod as she leaned against the door. She'd been in there for almost two hours now and she was exhausted and hungry, two things that weren't good for her baby. Suddenly, Tommy screamed angrily outside the door causing a smile to quickly spread across her face. Standing up quickly, she opened the door to peek out into the room. Tommy had taken out his ponytail holder, letting his hair hang loosely over his shoulders. He ran a hand through his long locks as he growled. Kimberly grinned as she noticed the final score of the game he'd been watching.
"Aww," she cooed in a voice she usually used for Jacob, "did da mean wittle agent lose his game? Aww, poor baby."
"For your information, yes. I did lose my game, along with thirty bucks."
"You bet on a basketball game? With who?"
"That's none of your business."
Kimberly smiled before sighing. "So… are you gonna let me out? It's almost eleven and I really need to go to sleep."
"You're right. It is getting pretty late."
Kimberly sighed with relief. "Finally."
She smiled as Tommy stood up and crossed the room. He pulled his shirt over his head releasing the beautiful sight beneath it and flipped the light switch off.
"Wait. What are you doing?" Kimberly asked.
"Going to bed. Goodnight Kimberly."
"What! You can't just leave me in here!"
Tommy shrugged and walked over to the couch. After tossing his shirt onto the floor, he grabbed Kimberly's nightgown and bath towel and laid on them like a pillow.
"Tommy!" Kimberly shouted, but her shouts were meaningless. She was answered by a long snore. "Oh great…"
After sitting in the bathroom for ten more minutes, Kimberly decided to leave. After all, he was asleep, which gave her the perfect opportunity to get out of the bathroom and get dressed.
Kimberly tiptoed across the room with her arms covering her chest as she approached the couch where Tommy lay asleep. She began feeling around the arm rest where she'd seen her clothes earlier. She frowned when her hand was met with the couch arm and not her clothes.
'Oh no!' she screamed mentally. 'What did he do with my clothes!'
Kimberly spotted a shirt lying on the floor next to the couch. The moon was shining on it through the window. It was the same shirt she'd seen Tommy take off earlier.
'Well, I guess it's better than nothing.'
Kimberly looked back at Tommy before bending over and sliding the shirt over her head. She frowned when she noticed how snug it fit her. It was too small to go over her baby bump. Frowning, she quickly tiptoed across the room and over to her dresser. She reached inside and found a pair of underpants and shorts. Just as she was preparing to find a shirt, she felt a hand on her shoulder.
Kimberly screamed and swung a punch at whoever had grabbed her. She gasped when she heard Tommy yell in pain.
"Oh my God!" she gasped as her hands covered her mouth. Tommy rubbed his jaw as he walked over to the nightstand table and cut the lamp on.
"What the hell Kimberly!"
"You shouldn't have snuck up on me like that! I thought you were the killer!"
Tommy was about to protest when he noticed Kimberly trying to pull his shirt down over her stomach.
"Is that my shirt?"
"Yeah. Don't worry; you'll be getting it back as soon as I can find one of mine."
Tommy raised an eyebrow as he noticed how she was struggling to pull the shirt over her stomach. "It's a little snug don't you think?"
"Yeah. It is. What size do you wear? A small?"
"No, a large."
Kimberly's widened as she quickly brushed past him and walked over to the bed. She sat down slowly and rubbed a hand across her stomach nervously. Tommy's eyes widened as he suddenly realized what he was seeing.
"Oh my God… you're pregnant aren't you?"
Author's Note: And so ends another suspenseful, yet amazing chapter! I hope you guys liked it! So, go ahead and leave a review and sit tight, because the next update will be here soon!
