A/N: I wanted to write a longer story…. I really did, but somehow every time tried to lengthen this chapter it just felt wrong….so here you have it another (relatively) short chapter..I really am very sorry!
Pretty when you're…….only help is going to be eliminated.
When Greg Wing had woken up that morning, he hadn't thought that today would be his last day on earth and that he really should have left his house spotless for the police. No, when Greg Wing had woken up that morning it was in annoyance. For the third time in a row his alarm hadn't gone off, making him..for the third day in row…late for work. Getting out of bed and hurriedly grabbing some clothes, and some breakfast in order to get on time meant that he didn't made his bed or did the dishes. Iit didn't mean that he couldn't do it that evening..right? After all, why would he think that only a day later strange people would be in his house, colleting clues as what could have possible happened to the doctor, after his nurse was found dead in the practice?
But now Greg realized, while taking care of the young man on the bed, this scenario was quite possible the one that would become the truth in a very short period. Seeing his loyal and caring nurse get shot and himself being forced to come with said killer, not to mention seeing the look the man had on his face when he threatened Greg 'to fix what was his, now or die in a truly horrifying way' convinced him he was going to die no matter what. Right now however the strangest thing had happened. Greg Wing realized that he wasn't afraid, he was about to die and he truly wasn't afraid for it. However he did fear for the young man with whom he was currently talking.
When he learned that the wounded man on the bed was an FBI agent he was a bit shocked but also realized that it explained a lot at what happened to him today. After all kidnapping an FBI agent was a serious crime and you had to be pretty desperate do actually pull that through…. but killing one? That was like signing your one death sentence! No, it was better (at that thought Greg Wing's lips thinned) to kill an innocent nurse and kidnap a doctor to fix the agent. But after talking a bit more and after looking around in the room that housed the agent…..Don, he thought to himself….he began to combine the pieces he had gathered during the day. He realized Don hadn't been kidnapped for information or as a bargaining chip by a terrorist. No, Greg realized with a sickening feeling, Don had been kidnapped not because he was an agent but because Don was Don.
"…fix what was his…."
Suddenly Greg heard the words of the killer in a whole new way, a way that indicated an obsessive man focused on keeping Don hidden from the rest of the world for his own sick pleasure. Looking at the restraints on the bed Greg knew exactly what would happen with the agent if Greg would do nothing to help the man.
Knowing that no matter what happened, he himself would die (after all he had seen way too much), he resolved to at least try to help Don survive and escape this monster. Realizing that time was running out (after all he had only managed with the utmost patience to get the man out of the room to examine the agent) he quickly drew the attention of the blind agent and explained the rough escape plan that he had hastily constructed. Conveniently letting out the fact that it was an escape plan that for its success depended on one major fact: his own death.
TBC..
A/N: This will be the last update this year……yeez that sound awfully long doesn't it? Anyway before the New Year starts let me know (as a last good deed for this year??) what you thought of this part….please????????