Joint Investigations
Chapter 9: Four Letter Words
"I was hoping you'd be the one to come through that door." said a cold male voice, as Tasha's sidearm was roughly kicked from her hands.
Instantly her training kicked in, as she jumped to her feet to take on her attacker but the sight of a 9mm barrel pointed right between her eyes stopped her in her tracks.
The hand holding the gun belonged to a brown haired man, who appeared to be in his early thirties if not late twenties. His expression was blank and his dark eyes looked very calm. This frightened the Lieutenant even more.
"Scream or try to run and I'll make this much more painful than it needs to be." her attacker hissed as he stepped onto her earwig which had fallen out of her ear when she was knocked to the ground.
"Why are you doing this?" Tasha said taking a couple steps back. "Why are you killing everyone involved with the Sea-Bat project?"
"You must be a good investigator to have figured that one out." he siad almost tauntingly. "When you give as much of your life to your country as I have you begin to understand whats important in life; that sonar testing was killing whales."
If it wasn't for the fact that she was backed into a corner by a homicidal maniac with a loaded gun Tasha would have found that extremely funny. But now was not the time for laughter.
"What does killing the people involved accomplish?" Tasha tried to reason with her attacker. "The project is complete, we have nothing to do with it any more."
"You were one of them." he growled. "You wouldn't understand."
"Freeze and drop the weapon!" shouted a male voice.
The man grabbed Tasha and pulled her closer, pointing his firearm at her head as he turned them to face her would be savior.
"Let her go and drop the weapon!" commanded Tim.
"How about you drop your's before I blow her pretty little face off." The man hissed.
Tim hesitated for a breif moment to gage the seriousness of the man's threat before raising one hand above his head and slowly lowering his weapon towards the ground.
Instantly Tasha knew she had to do something; even if he killed her there was no guarentee that the bastard wouldn't hurt Tim. And what ever she did she had to do it before he placed his Sig onto the pavement.
With as much force as she could muster she threw herself into her attacker, throwing him off balance, as she silently prayed that the movement didn't cause him to clench his fingers and pull the trigger.
Two shots rang out in the ally.
For the second time that day Tasha felt a signifigant pain in her head. But pian was good, pain meant that she was still alive.
By some grace of God she had manged to avoid being hit by the bullet that was fired from the man's gun as he fell. Unfortunatley for him he was unable to dodge the second bullet that was fired from Tim's Sig.
"Tasha!" Tim called as he pulled up to where she was leaning against him.
"What just happened?" she asked feeling slightly dizzy.
"Well I think you just scared the shit out of McGoo." said Tony.
When did he get here? she wondered
Tim didn't even seem to notice he was there as he all but interagated Tasha. "Are you alright? Did he hurt you in anyway? The paramedics are on the way."
"Tim!" she exclaimed. "There's nothing wrong with me that a couple of asprin won't fix."
"I'm sorry." he said grinning sheepishly as he helped her to her feet and started to walk towards the street entrance of the ally. "You really had me worried."
"I'm sorry I worried you." she replied with a grin of her own as she reached up to kiss him.
He gladly met her in the middle.
"I love you." he said with out thought as their lips parted; shocked at his sudden confession.
"I love you too." she said much to his relief before leaning in for another kiss, with a smile bright enough to rival his own.
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This is the second to last chapter, and boy has it been a ride! Please review and let me know what you think! Hopefully the tenth and final chapter will be up soon.
~Semper
