Through my lovers eyes
by missteff
June 2014
chapter 12

"Is it just me or are we completely screwed?" Rogan states the obvious as we stand there with two men who hold guns at us. The looks on their face's told me they weren't all that happy to see that we were trying to escape with one of their victims.

"Back up slowly," calls one of the men standing farther back. The two gunman step forward. Blinking, I see my life flashing in front of my eyes. Was this how it was going to end for me. Getting shot down trying to help my fiancee husband? I never thought...

"Guys we can talk about this," Rogan tries to wiggle his way out of this.

"Not unless you have a death wish." The gunman points the guns closer up targeting our faces. And I thought it couldn't get any worse. Now I'm going to get shot in my ruggedly handsome face. Thanks for that Rogan. Now when someone id's me they won't be able to. I shook the idea, I'm not going to die on my wedding day, okay the day before my wedding, our wedding...

"Now move it!" He yells, "Or I'll have Hot Wire and Sticky Fingers here blow your heads off." The men take another step and then another. "All three of you!"
We step backwards as a unite how ironic is that. But what other choice did we have. We were out gunned this time. And why is it that I can't get a gun? I mean I have proven myself time and time again that I need one. Risking it all for...I sneak at peak at Beckett. My fiancee and she worth it every time.

"That's it, nice and slow." What has this guy got us into now, now that the mob is after us. What else could happen?

"See the scarecrow with no head." Chopper Blade, points, "If you try to escape that will be you."

"Tie them up over there, where he was..." The gunmen place their guns to the back of my and Rogan's neck. I can feel it through my shirt. Don't underestimate Beckett boys, she's more dangerous then me. They are able to lead the three of us to the far in of the barn. While tying us up to some wooden chairs, I glance over at Beckett, whispering to her that I'm sorry.

"It's okay," she mouths back. But it's not. I don't want to stay tied up in here when I could be getting married, or better yet holding my new wife while we embrace in the wonderful world of our honeymoon.

"Now, we have to change plans." Hot Wire calls out to his partner Sticky Fingers.

"Not by much, we just add two more to the mix." He responds in a gruff scratchy voice. "The boss wont mind."

Swallowing I wonder what "the mix" is going to be. Is that what he is going to do with us. Having our body's chopped into parts all mixed together thrown scattered away. I shake the thought from my over active imagination. I wasn't about to find out. Moving my eyes around the barn I got to thinking. Where the best exit would be for us to get out of here alive. I struggle to move my hands under the rope but it's just to tight.

"Tell me this is still part of the fairy tale." Beckett says after the men walk away some.

"If it is it's a Grimm one." We being bind by ropes to chairs can't even enjoy my pun.

"What do... what do you think they're going to do with us now?" I snort this guy, he has to be kidding me with that question.

"You are kidding right?" I shoot him a look, "he's in the mob and we were trying to escape...what do you think?"

"My guess? They'll probably kill us and knowing what they do to bodies, it won't be pretty." Beckett adds.

She really didn't have to say that last part. I already had too many bloody images of that running through my mind. I have already witness what they can do when I was research and I don't want to end up like that.

Swallowing, I glance around. "Yes, thus making this the worst bachelor party I ever had." I try to joke, cause right now I was about to lose it. I struggle against the ropes that bind my hands again for any chance I could loosen them just a little. No such luck. These guys tighten us real good.

"How many have you had?" Rogan asks the question, eyeing me.

"Too many," Beckett answers him, glancing her eyes at me, giving me one of her smiles.

"And this would have been my last..." I couldn't help but say that even though, it could be my last day on earth.

"Don't look at me. Okay? We would have been out of here if she hadn't gotten all stubborn and just cut me loose." Rogan stats, blaming Beckett for his faults.

Beckett hisses back, "You could have just signed those damn papers and cut me loose."

"Okay, let's not spend our last minutes here fighting with one another. We..." my voice was fading into the background of the two of them going at it.

"Hey, believe it or not I was just trying to do the right thing for..." Rogan goes on.

"Yourself." Beckett shouts, trying to get out of her restraints. She is able however to get her chair to move some though. That gives me an idea.

"No, my..." Rogan sighs, "The woman I really love." I can relate to that, I would do anything for Kate. I have proven that so many times. I don't know that I would have gone this far though. But I get where the guy's coming from.

"Tildy." Rogan lows his head.

"Uh?" I tilt my head up noticing a shadow crosses the ceiling. Was that someone on the floor or something above us on a cat-walk? And what was it?

"The woman at the bar?" Beckett calls, I look at Rogan and than back up where I saw the shadow but it was gone. I don't even see how there can be a catwalk.

"I love her," there was a pause than a sniff. "I just...I just wanted...the money for her. The bar was in trouble cause of what I did. I did all of this...except the murderous mobster part. I really didn't see that coming but what does it matter now. We are all going to die."

Chains rattle and stomping of boots get louder. The one big man approaches us.

"Where is it?" he demands.

"Where's what?" Great Rogan is now going to play dumb. Chopper Blade, steps closer, eyeing Beckett in a way I didn't like any man to, well not anymore.

"So, the new guy here has a wife," he looks at Rogan, than at me, "And a lover." He stares back to Beckett grinning. "That's okay if you don't tell me where the money is, cause..." He puts his hands in his pocket. "I have an incentive for you...That's not good. That usually means... "All of you. One that..." Chopper Blade pulls out a small object from his pocket and with a flick of this wrist snaps open a bladed knife. "Will make all of this go a lot easier." He reaches out with his free hand placing it behind Beckett's head pulling her head back by her hair. oh no-please don't...

"Now, this can go two ways." He places the sharp blade against her neck. Please don't kill her, I wanted to scream, struggling with the bonds that are already cutting into my flesh. I can't lose Beckett this way not...like this... not at the hands of the mob.

"Don't be a hero, over there, lover. I will cut her throat so fast." Glancing my eyes at her I can see the terror on her face.

"Look I'll take the blame," Rogan opens his big mouth once again. "It was all me. I was..." Oh now he becomes all noble. Even through I hate the guy for getting us into the mess and what he did to Beckett. There was no way that I was going to let him tell the whole story. We all be dead before he finishes the second sentence. I do believe in second chances at love, happy endings and I want that for me. Mobsters hate cops more than anyone and would more likely get rid of us; and by that I mean so no one will find our bodies. They're probably thinking of ways to hack us into little pieces. Rogan glances at Beckett then oddly nods at her. He really did care for her...

"The Smooth Riders," Rogan begins talking, spilling all the beans.

"I'm listening, What about them?" Chopper Blade question, keeping his eyes on us.

"Uh, will leave town, let you be and give you everything. Even the stolen cash. I swear."

"Show me the cash now!" he shouts at us.

"I don't have it on me, I can give it to you." Beckett looks to me for reassurance. Shrugging I look back. I have no idea what this guy is talking about. What's he thinking.

"I don't believe you. I'm going to count to three. You don't tell me where it is you're not going to need these court papers. I'll end your marriage for you." With one hand he grabs Beckett's hair tighter.

"One..." He leans Beckett's head back exposing more of her neck. I whip around looking desperately at Beckett trying to think of a plan to get us out of this mess. We have been in situations like this before, facing death. I just have to come up with an idea and fast.

"Two …" He presses the blade right under her ear, hard. Gasping I see blood drops drip down from her neck. Beckett closes her eyes. Man Parts echoes in my mind. Why I don't know. What's that go to do with anything? Man Parts. My mind repeats. I have to try this one attempt.

"Three," He pulls the knife forward some.

"Wait," I scream, everyone stops and stares.

to be continued...

Note: as you know this was a dream and when I saw this part the song started to play...