Trouble with a Capital T Chapter 3:
Disclaimer: Don't own, enough said
"Sure is quiet in there, huh?" Jack asked trying to break the tension.
"Yeah, she must have passed out already." Will said staring out at his front door wondering if the stalker had finally been caught.
Glancing back at Will, Jack was reminded of his friend's situation. "It's going to be okay, Will."
"Is it? Do you know for a fact because I sure as hell don't recall you ever losing 3 G's and your sanity for losing a case, Mr. Lawyer." Will screamed at his best friend.
"Will, I'll forgive that outburst because you are scared but please understand that I am trying to help." Jack said gently, patiently.
"…Sorry, I am just so scared. Not only is my life endangered but now so is Grace's…" Will said sobbing.
Meanwhile, the redhead in mention was fearful of her life.
After getting to the basement, she tried every single door to see of they were unlocked. "Damn! What did Will do to this nut!" Grace frantically wondered.
"Hey red? My little friend really missed you and wants to say hi!" the crazy attacker was referring to his gun.
"Shit! Got to think! What is that sound? The washer! Great!" Grace ran into the laundry room and shut the door after her.
"Hello Grace!" Mr. Zamir cooed.
'Crap!' She thought "Mr. Zamir, I will let you do anything you want to me to do if you help me hide from this man who is after me!" Grace pleaded.
After pondering this for several grueling seconds, "From who?"
"A man in a green jacket with a beanie on who is after Will and now me."
"The gay one? Why? Okay, into the laundry cart." he was thinking.
By the time the man finally figured out where she had gone, Mr. Zamir had a great plan, hopefully.
"Hello, do you need laundry done?" he said to the attacker.
"Shut up Mario! Where's the redhead?" the man said looking around and pointing his gun randomly.
"My name is Mr. Zamir, respect your elders. I don't know any redheads anyway. I was ripped from my country…"
He was interrupted when a bullet soared past his head. "Cut the crap!"
"Hey watch where you are pointing that thing!" Mr. Zamir said backing up towards the cart.
"What are you doing? Is she in there?" the killer cocked his gun.
"No my underwear is!" He quickly turned towards the basket and grabbed his mace and sprayed him.
"OW! You freak! That hurt you stupid little ah!"
Mr. Zamir was so full of heroism that he decided to hit him on the head as well.
"My name is Mr. Zamir, not stupid little ah!" He took out his cell and called the police.
10 minutes later, Grace, who was drinking hot cocoa after finishing her report, called Will.
"Hello? Grace? Are you okay? Un huh, uh huh. Who? Oh Mr. Zamir. No way! Good for him. Yeah he's here." Jack gave the phone to Will.
"Sweetie, can I call you back? Uh huh, thanks." he hung up the phone and let a giggling Karen out of his apartment.
When he and Jack were alone, he clasped his hands and touched his pointed up finger to his lips." Jack, I can't believe I am even saying this but I owe you so much! I mean I was really close to death you know and I just want to say that… "
"Jack I just heard! Are you okay?" Jack's ex-lover asked, he let himself in.
"Oh, we're fine. I'll see you around." Jack said to him
"Huh? Jack I thought…"
"Well, you thought wrong. What you and I had, that was lust. This ordeal made me realize that this baby" he turned and pointed to Will "needs me more that this baby" he pointed down "needs you. Good luck finding someone as great as me." and he let the man out.
After he left, Jack led Will to his bedroom. "Now you sleep and don't worry about us. We are the same as we always were." he kissed Will who contentedly sighed then fell into a sleepy world of forever with Jack.