Sophia accompanied Trish and John as they walked out of the studio, just basically giving them the overview of what they'd be learning in the next few weeks. Sophia couldn't help but admire the married couple, sort of reminded her of how it was with she and Dave when they actually got to spend a night out with each other. She'd found out John was a teacher and Trish a secretary in the school office. They didn't go into detail to how they met, but just by looking at them, it could just basically be written as love at first sight. God, how she missed her husband.
"See, John. I'd knew you'd enjoy it." Trish gushed as she wrapped an arm around his waist.
John just playfully rolled his eyes. "Okay, yeah. I was better than I thought I would be."
Sophia couldn't help but let a small chuckle escape. She blushed when the couple looked her way. "I'm sorry, you two just remind me of my husband and I."
Trish smirked and tilted her head. "Ah, so you're in the married life too? Fun isn't it?"
Sophia sighed and shrugged. "Eh." Was all she said before both women broke into laughter.
John cleared his throat. "Husband right here." He said raising his hand.
Trish nodded her head and just gave Sophia a 'look'. "What would they do without us?"
"I would seriously be afraid to see that sight." Sophia pointed out as she held the door open for the couple. She peeked inside and shook her head when she saw the about to be married couple bickering over something. Already having trouble and with not even a month until the wedding.
Closing the door behind her, she joined the couple outside. She wrapped her arms around herself as she stared up into the wind chilled night. Rain was coming. It was rare to see rain in Miami during the summer months, so people automatically could smell it in the air before it even came. Sighing she turned back to the couple with a smile on her face.
"I could very well take care of myself, without any outside help…" Was what John was saying when Sophia caught back on to the conversation.
Trish turned to Sophia and rolled her eyes. Sophia just responded with a smirk. Letting them continue their little 'fight' fest she turned her head to the left. Her eyebrows frowned when she spotted a dark color navigator slowly approaching. The window rolled down and all Sophia saw was the gun pointed at her. Before she could process anything the shots went off, her only reaction was falling to the ground.
BAM!...BAM!...BAM!...BAM!...BAM!...BAM!
Six shots were fired before everything went quiet again. Sophia slowly looked up to see the navigator half way around the corner. And then she heard the cry. Her head whipped to where John and Trish would be and in fact they were, but it was John rocking her back and forth in his arms. There was blood on his hands.
"Oh God." Was the only thing she could respond as she brought a shaky hand to her mouth. This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening. She found his eyes and they just stared at her with such pain. He was calling out something, but Sophia couldn't process it.
Than finally when brought back to life the numbers nine-one-one could be heard as Randy and Stacy rushed into the scene. Randy's hand held on to a gun, but immediately put it down when he saw Trish in John's arms. Sophia watched as he talked on his cell, a quick call was made before he rushed over to the couple's side. Jumping at the feeling of arms wrapping around her, Sophia looked up to see Stacy. Whatever bitterness that was between them, had been taken away in one quick moment.
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John stared helplessly at the hospital walls as he sat in the waiting room. His wife had been shot right in front of him and yet there was nothing he could do. All he knew, was that there were probably a probably group of doctor's rushing around trying to do anything they could to save her. God, she had to be okay.
"Mr. Cena?" John flicked his eyes up to a male, who stood about to be in his late forties. Sort of like a George Clooney look-a-like. And by how the nurses stared at him, he was probably 'that' guy. "I'm Dr. Madison, husband of the shooting victim?" John nodded as they shook hands.
"You were able to save her, right?" John asked as hope filled his eyes.
The doctor looked sympathetically at the male and slowly shook his head. "I'm sorry Mr. Cena, we did all we could do. From the bullet hitting an artery just right below her abdomen…more precisely what we call the Femoral artery…" John cut him off as he grabbed the collar of his white coat and threw him up against the wall. "Mr. Cena…"
"No, I don't want all those fucking medical terms…you better tell me that my wife is alright or else I swear to fucking God right now that I'll make you regret it!" John growled in his face. Everyone in the waiting room looked on with horror. One of the security guards made a move, but someone else cut in.
Randy grabbed John's arm and twisted it behind his back as he dragged him and pushed him out through the hospital doors.
"Do you want to get yourself arrested?" Randy questioned as he pushed John away from him.
John puffed the air and just glared at the other male in front of him. His hands ran over his face in frustration. This was a nightmare. This was all a fucking nightmare.
"I'm going to wake up anytime right? God, let me fucking wake up." John sighed as he stared aimlessly at the ground.
Randy grimaced. Being in the line of work he was in, you dealt with this kind of thing everyday, but it was probably still the most disturbing and hardest thing to do. No one wanted to lose anyone. Much less watch them in your arms as they slowly perished away.
"John…" Randy sighed. "I could only imagine what's going on through you head right now, but…" John sent a glare his way.
"But what? Life goes on right?" John mocked as he took a step closer. "Don't fucking give me that bullshit! You try watching your wife die in your arms." He threw up his arms. "God, she was already dead before they could even do anything to help her." The male in him had held in the tears, but the realization he'd just made was too much to bare for anyone.
Randy watched as the male crumbled in front of him. He'd just met the couple earlier that night and could see the love and passion that surrounded them. He'd probably react just the same if he was on the other side of the whole situation. All he could do was place a hand on the male's shoulder and wait. He swallowed and stared up. Moments like this always made him wonder why he'd chosen this line of work.
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Sophia tried to stop herself from shaking. She blew out a puff of air as she shook her hands off. The forensic team was already on hand to take in any evidence they could. Her patience grew weary as she waited for an update on Trish's condition. Why had this happened? Why tonight? Why them?
"Sophia." She turned to her husband and just automatically fell into his arms. He'd been on another case when he'd gotten the call from Randy. "You okay?" He quickly asked as he held her at arms length.
Sophia nodded. "I'm fine." She looked up at her husband. "Why, did this happen Dave?"
"That's what we'll find out." Was all he could say. "Can you tell me what happened?" He questioned as the detective in him broke through. When his wife nodded he slowly walked her through the doors of the studio. He nodded to Stacy as she herself was being questioned by authorities. He decided her office would probably be the best place for privacy. Leading her inside he sat her down and pulled up another chair to take a seat across from her. Pulling out his pen and pad he looked up and just waited for his wife to talk.
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Sophia took a breath and looked up at her husband. "I could smell rain coming as soon as I stepped foot outside. Trish and John along with Stacy and Randy were the last ones there." A smile crossed her face. "They reminded me so much of you and I. I just couldn't help but admire them." Dave flicked a smile as he reached out to touch his wife's knee.
"I always walk out my new couples and nothing was different about tonight." She took a minute to shake her head. "I turned my head and there it was…" Dave stopped writing and tilted his head. "What?" Sophia swallowed. "Navigator. It was either black or blue, because it blended in with the night sky. It just creeped up on us and before I could react the shots had already been fired…." Her mouth stayed open. "The gun was pointed right at me, Dave." She looked up into her husband's eyes. "Those shots were meant for me."
Dave set the pad of paper down and scooted closer to his wife. "Why do you say that?" Sophia gripped tightly when he grabbed her hand. "I saw the window roll down and watched the gun point right at me." She shook her head. "Why, would someone want to do that to me? And now because of it, someone else got hurt in return." She swallowed and took a breath. "How is she? Do you know anything?" She asked quickly changing the subject. Dave just slowly shook his head. "Randy told me that they weren't able to save her. They said she had already been gone by the time she got to the hospital." He grimaced as he watched the pained look on his wife's face.
"Oh God. I killed someone." Dave started but she shook her head. "Those shost were meant for me, Dave. I don't know why, but I know they were. I should be the one dead not her." Dave took a hold of her shoulders to hold her still. "Don't do this to yourself, Sophia. Whoever shot that gun killed her, not you." He gritted his teeth and looked away. "And don't ever again say that you should be the one dead." Sophia just closed her eyes and let her head fall onto his shoulder. "Why did this happen?" She managed in between cries. Dave caressed her back and kissed her neck. "Randy and I will do everything we can to figure that out." Was the only thing he could say to assure her. He closed his eyes and let his wife cry on his shoulder. This job hadn't been made for the weak at heart.
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