So we are moving on to the next episode. There will 3 chapters to it. Thanks a lot for your reviews, Romantic in Denial, yas-m and maricejayo. It is really nice to know, you are enjoying this short one-shots! Give me some more of your thoughts please! (:

Dog tags

(S01x02 – Part 1/3)

Barbie jolted from a nightmare with a start. Cold sweat beaded on his forehead and he immediately turned the light on and blinked a few times to clear his mind and calm his racing heart. He was dreaming about the husband, Peter. It wasn't really a dream but rather the exact memory of what had happened the day before. He didn't want to kill Peter… He taught him the usual lessons he had been giving to those who were not paying off and had told him to get the money for the next time he came to get it. Then all of sudden he had pulled a gun on him. He had been only protecting himself and when they both had landed on the floor with a crash, it just had happened. He couldn't even remember if or when he had pulled the trigger. But Peter was dead immediately.

Shaking his head he tried to focus on his surroundings, his eyes landing on the framed pictures of Julia and the dead guy. A rush of emotions started to fill his mind but before he could take a deeper look into them a knock on the door jerked him from his thoughts and woke him completely from his nightmare.

"Yeah?" He called out, as he blinked the sleep away from his eyes.

"You all right?" Julia asked as she opened the door, looking at him with worried eyes.

"Yep, fine." He said pushing himself into a sitting position.

"You were, uh, talking in your sleep." She murmured. She was standing in the door, wearing only a t-shirt and shorts, looking just beautiful with those long sexy legs. "Yelling, actually." she added, her voice pitched just a shade higher than usual as she looked at him.

Barbie looked at her for a moment to make sure what he heard was right. She actually looked a bit embarrassed and the blue of her eyes darkened as they fell on his bare chest. He turned his eyes away. He was not stupid he knew women usually found him handsome, all the fighting kept his body fit and he was laying half naked on the bed. If he wanted to be completely honest it was not pure accident he did not cover himself when she opened the door. She found him attractive he saw hints of it in her eyes the day before and now as she was hesitantly looking at him her eyes just gave her away for a second before she carefully hide her emotions. But that one moment she let her feelings shine through her eyes was enough for Barbie to feel strongly aware of her.

"Is that thing still out there?" he asked partly because he needed to take control over his feelings and partly because he wanted to distract her from his nightmare; just in case he was saying something out load about the fight. Julia was a clever woman and he had no doubt she could pick on the tiniest of details.

"Yeah looks like that. The Hazmat suits haven't left" She said trying to ease the mood. The air between them just got hotter by every minute and neither of them was stupid. There was an attraction between them from the very first moment on and times like this, just the two of them barely clothed in the guest bedroom only intensified those feelings.

"Julia…" He started quickly checking under his pillow for his dog tag. He missed its comforting weight around his neck. He needed to focus on something else than her. "Thanks again for letting me crash here." He said honestly, looking up at her. Now was the time to tell her that it was really generous of her to let him stay the night but in the morning he was leaving. Neither of them was willing to give in to the temptation and they were honestly just making the situation worse. It was better for everyone if he just walked away. But with her next words she just sent logic and common sense on holiday.

"With my husband missing and everything that happened today…" She trailed off for a moment to gather her thoughts. "It was nice to have the company." The words were innocent and honest but her voice had an unusual undertone to it and the way her eyes just lit up again as she looked at him made him smile and any thought about leaving this woman flew out of the window just like that. She was not flirting, far from it, but there was just something in her eyes, in her voice…

"I will see you in the morning." She suddenly said breaking the silence and the tension that filled the air between them.

"Great." He murmured. Partly because he just knew that in the morning he was not going to leave her like he had planned to. No matter how he wished she would stay, it was a good thing she was so solid and in control. He needed to focus on something else too. Like, where his damn dog tag was. He lifted one and then the other pillow in search.

"Did you lose something?" Julia asked frowning.

"Yeah. You did not happen to see a pair of dog tags around anywhere, did you?" He asked. A bad feeling was creeping its way up his back. Something was wrong.

"No. But I will keep an eye out." She smiled sweetly at him. "Night." She finally said, closing the door behind her.

He hated this feeling when he knew something was very wrong but he couldn't put his fingers on it. He tossed the pillows around in anger when a sudden memory entered his mind. Peter holding on his dog tags as he hit the table. The necklace slowly sliding down, landing on the floor, forgotten.

Damn it! The only clue, the only thing that could ever prove he killed Peter, was laying on the floor of the damn cabin…

Actually it wasn't that easy to write this one. As usually, I re-watched the scene and went with how I interpreted the look in their eyes and the way they talked to each other. This time within a few minutes so much just happened that it was not that easy. Let me know what you think! (: