Chaos, Loyalty And Everything In Between
A/N: Hey guys! So, I was thinking about making this the last chapter, but decided to add one more chapter before writing the sequel. Here's the next chapter! Please don't be shy as I hope to improve and feedback would be greatly appreciated, no flames please, review or PM me and happy reading! (Italics will be song lyrics, bold text will be flashbacks as from this point on.)
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Chapter 9: Why?
"Leo!" Reid was about to run to the scream, when he felt a firm hand on his shoulder. The fear he felt was one that haunted him, he wouldn't know what to do. He looked to see Dean had prevented him from running, and it was for the best, as the circle was surrounded.
"Well, this is just peachy." Dean removed his hand, once he was sure Spencer wouldn't run. He couldn't think of anything worse, it was like a waiting game. Except, the prize was their lives, and the chances of winning were getting slimmer every second.
Sam could hear the click of nails on the floor, as the animals walked around, waiting for one to step out of protection. The scream they heard, had been bloodcurdling. He still had goosebumps, and the uncomfortable prickle on his skin. He just hoped Stella and Leo were alright, as he had a sick feeling at the thought.
"Stupid dog." Leo wiped her hands on her jeans, wrinkling her nose at how the blood was already sticking to the fabric. She was beyond pissed now, stepping over the dead hound, especially after being attacked in her home, the one place she and Stella were supposed to be safe.
"How are we going to get rid of them?" Reid was almost to the point of panicking. It had become deathly quiet now, he would have preferred the growls, not the solemn clicking of nails. His mind was racing, all with how every tap seemed to sign their death warrants.
"Kid, I have no idea." Dean raked a hand through his hair. The hounds were getting braver, trying to destroy what was holding them back. It looked like they were up a creek, without a paddle or life jackets. Reid's question just made things seem bleaker, their ammunition was, to this point, non-existent. If they slipped through, they were screwed, big time.
"You didn't know?" Gideon asked, he was securing his Kevlar vest, while they were speeding to their destination. The sirens were blaring, signaling to cars to get out of the way. The sky was darkening, the day turning to dusk, he was just hoping that this wasn't an omen for a life ended.
"No. He's always been a bit unpleasant, but not to this degree. I've known the man 10 years, it just doesn't make sense." Lewis stepped on the gas, the SUV surged forward, headlights lighting their path. The scenery flashed by, "It better not be too late."
"Shouldn't we have heard something by now?" Garcia wrung her hands nervously, it seemed like hours had passed. She hated the feeling of helplessness, the waiting drove her crazy with worry. Anything could happen with their job, she knew and accepted the fact, but the thing was, she was afraid that one day, a call would come and it would be one where she would be told someone didn't make it.
"They'll call. I'm sure of it." JJ patted the other woman's hand, she was just as worried. This case was one of the most confusing they had faced, but she was certain there would be a good outcome. She gave Garcia a half smile, which widened a bit more as Garcia's posture became a little less tense.
"I'm just worried JJ." Garcia gave a ghost of a smile, though the worry remained in her eyes. "This psycho could have already left, he could have." She stopped, feeling a lump in her throat. The thought of any of them made her sick, her team was like her family. The CSIs were friendly and good people, who like the BAU, dedicated their lives to protecting people from the evil people of the world.
The shadowy figure slipped past the men, while their backs were turned. He didn't make a sound, as he moved carefully and quietly. The smirk on his face widened, the goal about to be fulfilled, he just wanted to have some fun first and reached for the door, stopping when he heard the click of a rifle's safety being switched off.
Stella held Gabriel tightly, sensing the bad man's aura. The aura of hatred was strong around the mystery man, she could felt the desire to hurt and kill. It was almost overwhelming, to the point it made her feel faint and tremble. Gabriel didn't snarl, or bark. The husky simply curled around the scared child, offering comfort, and knowing things would be alright, as he sensed something they did not.
Leo was about to the point, to where she was just going to pull the trigger. She heard Dean and Sam, along with Reid, so it was good that the hounds hadn't gotten to them. But she would be damned, if this punk in her house would even get to lay a hand on her child's door. There was no way in Hell that was happening. "Turn around, and I dare you, to try anything." She watched as the man turned around, smirking at her with his red eyes.