Soft Sounds and Hard Impacts

I'll stay with you
But remember to be careful what you do
'Cause I'm not bulletproof
-Bulletproof, Kerli

The day had mostly been uneventful for Jerry, the ambulance driver, and his partner Paul. They were returning from a false alarm call about a heart attack (the person had been fine, simply some heart burn), when another came in over the radio in the form of a woman's voice.

"Officer shot! Ambulance needed at 2109 Oak Street, Oak Grove Amusement park, respond immediately!"

Jerry picked up his side of the radio and spoke quickly. "Unit 791 responding. ETA five minutes."

A police officer shot in an amusement park? What was wrong with the world?

Two days earlier

"Come on! Hurry up, Bear!" Jill called. "We're going to be late!"

"Hold on a second!"

"Hurry!" The door to the bathroom opened to Chris drying off his hair with a towel. He tossed it back into the bathroom, grabbed his hoodie off the bed and rushed out the door behind Jill. "Hannah is our only lead," Jill mumbled as she pulled him down the hallway by his hand. "If we don't get there on time, I won't be able to work a ride with her, which means I won't be able to put my plan into action, which means we won't be able to find out who the dealer and/or dealers are, which means we can't arrest them, which means we won't finish this case!"

"Your plan?" he asked.

"I'll explain in the car."

He waited patiently for her to drag him out of the lobby and lead him to the car. As he had for the past week, he opened her door for her first. She thanked him and got in.

"So what's this plan of yours?" He immediately took her hand (as he always did) after she started up the car.

"Well, I'm going to play the enabler girlfriend. I'll say that I want to get you some drugs for your birthday or something. Hopefully she'll say she knows where I can score some. And then we'll alert the others and tomorrow we'll make the bust."

"Sounds pretty good. Do you think she's guilty of anything?"

Jill bit her lip. "Well… I think so. I mean, when she smokes it certainly doesn't smell like a normal cigarettes." She glanced over at him and rolled her eyes. "I can't believe you used to smoke."

He looked down sheepishly. "Sorry. At least I stopped."

"Yeah yeah. At least you don't smell like smoke anymore. It's a disgusting habit." He nodded, agreeing with her.

"I know, I know."

They arrived at the amusement park. As they walked inside, their hands found each other and held tight.

"Hey, Hannah," Jill greeted upon seeing the woman.

"Morning, Jill," Hannah answered. "Ready? You and I are working the swings today. Chris, you've got skeeball."

He nodded. "Okay." He turned to Jill. "See you at lunch, babe." He leaned down to give her a kiss before heading off towards skeeball.

Hannah led the way to the swings and took down the "closed" sign. "People are gonna start showing up soon. Wanna try your hand at operating the ride?"

Jill shrugged. "Sure."

With a practiced, if not a bit rusty, technique, Jill started up the ride. "This is your first time doing this, right?"

"My first time doing this here," Jill answered. "I used to work at a park back in my junior year of high school. The year before I met Chris, actually."

"Oh, cool. But you two didn't start dating then, did you? Chris said you've only been together for four years."

"We started dating in college. In high school, it was really more of just a fling. We met originally at a party. The short version is he passed me a joint and we ended up sleeping together."

"You two smoke?" Hannah was surprised. The two didn't seem like drug users.

"Well, I used to. But I don't like the smoke part in smoking. But he still does sometimes. As well as a little coke, but that's rare." Jill acted nonchalant. "I was going to get him some for his birthday that's next weekend, but I couldn't find a seller."

Hannah looked fully at her friend as the ride came to a stop. "I might be able to help you out there."

The brunette tilted her head. "Really?"

Her friend nodded. "Yeah... My boyfriend can sell you some. He'll be here for lunch tomorrow."

Jill smiled. "That'd be great! I really wanted to get something Chris could enjoy. And part two is a wild night of anything he wants."

"I'm sure he'll love that," Hannah joked. They both chuckled.

"Do you need to shower?" Jill asked, sitting up and stretching.

He shook his head. "No. I did this morning."

"Then I'm going to go shower." She stood and disappeared into the bathroom.

He had a fleeting thought of how, had things been like what they were in the dream, he would have joined her and made love before actually cleaning.

He heard the water start and couldn't help but think of her undressing. First her shirt, showing off that beautiful torso. Then the bra, exposing soft, supple flesh. Then pants and underwear would go at once showing... He couldn't even think about it without wanting to charge in there and push her against the wall in the shower. Make her writhe in pleasure as he had done so many times before in the Dream.

He tried to focus on the TV. He succeeded for the most part until the water stopped a half an hour later. Not much later, his name was called. "What is it?" he replied.

"Can you get my pyjamas and hand them to me please?"

"Yeah," he answered. "Where are they?"

"On my suitcase."

He got up and went over to it. It had nothing on top of it. "They aren't here."

She was silent for a moment. "Try the closet."

"Nope."

She sighed. "I'll find them."

Before he could protest, she opened the door, a towel wrapped around her slim frame. He bit his lip and tried not to stare as she hurried out and opened her suitcase. He tried not to notice that as she bent to pick something up, part of her ass showed.

He immediately went to the bed and collapsed facedown. "You're torturing me, Jill."

She bit her lip and looked at him. "Sorry," she mumbled, trying to repeat to herself that she was with another man and she couldn't "help" the issue by sleeping with him.

She took her time getting dressed, not wanting to make an early appearance that might excite him further.

Instead she sat on the edge of the tub once she finished dressing and closed her eyes. After counting to a hundred to calm herself, she stood and left the bathroom. Chris was back on the couch. She sat down next to him, cuddling up.

"Ready for tomorrow?" he asked.

She shrugged. "I guess. I'm a little nervous though."

"I'll be right behind you the whole way," the marksman assured. "As will the others. When are you meeting up with him?"

"At lunch. Hannah'll bring me to where she usually meets with him." Jill leaned on him, curling in on herself. "I'm going to take my pistol and hide it under my jacket."

"Just be careful."

"I will."

"What's your excuse with Chris?" Hannah asked as Jill approached her.

"I told him you and I were gonna go do lady stuff," Jill chuckled. She was wired and had an earpiece in. The others could hear everything she spoke and everything those around her spoke.

Hannah laughed lightly. "But really you're getting part one of his present."

"Yup."

"What's part two?" Richard's voice came over the earpiece.

Chris's followed. "Yeah, what is part two? You never told me."

"I bet it's sex," Rebecca chimed in.

Jill ignored the talk, smirking a bit. Jill Montenegro had been the one planning to take Chris Addams through quite the experience sexually. But she wasn't Jill Montenegro, at least, she wouldn't be that evening after the bust was completed.

Chris had allowed her to borrow his hoodie. It was huge on her, but extremely comfortable. Hidden under the side, tucked into the waist band of her pants, was her gun.

"Jill, we're tracking you," Joseph informed her via earpiece. "Richard is right behind you and Chris is following after that. We're ready to make this bust."

She mumbled, "Okay." Hannah gave no sign of hearing. "So, Hannah, Tell me about your boyfriend. You don't talk much about him."

Hannah smiled. "His name is Kevin, but everyone calls him Cutter. He's a good guy for the most part." She paused. "We're meeting him at the maintenance room of the retired roller coaster in the back of the park."

"You heard the lady," Joseph spoke. "Rebecca, head that way. But don't be seen."

The line went silent as Jill followed her lead back to the empty parts of the park. There were two rides that were no longer functioning; a roller coaster and a water ride. The water ride was almost completely disassembled, but the roller coaster was still in it's middle stages of being torn down. "This way," Hannah spoke, leading off to the right towards the coaster.

The maintenance room was down a small tunnel that had originally been a path for the coaster.

"Be careful in there, Jill..." Chris mumbled over the head piece. She wanted to reply, but she couldn't with Hannah so close.

"All right team. Advance on location and wait for further orders."

The tunnel was dark and damp, but some light could be seen from under the edge of a door. "Almost there," the redhead informed. Reaching the door, she knocked three times, paused, and then knocked twice more before opening the door.

She held it open for Jill who stepped inside. Jill glanced around. The room was sparsely furnished, only some chairs, a table, and a large piece of machinery that had been used to run the ride. In the far corner away from her was a man. He held a cigarette between two fingers. He was about six foot tall with dark brown hair. She knew exactly who he was.

He turned to face her.

"Cuilter."

He made a fast movement before she could do anything. Suddenly, Jill was on the ground staring up with one hand touching the wound on her chest. Hannah let out a shriek. "J, Jill!"

When the gunshot sounded on the other end of the earpiece, they all jumped. The faint sound of Jill's voice trying to form words that couldn't make it past her lips.

"Gunshot fired! Get the hell in there!"

Chris was the first one inside. He saw Jill on the ground, blood pouring from a hole in her chest. Hannah was on the ground as well, hands bloody from having tried to stop the blood. Cuilter had a hand on her throat, not noticing Chris frozen in the door way.

A loud smack was heard as Chris sent his fist into the side of Cuilter's face. The man released Hannah, who gasped for air and collapsed. Chris didn't pay attention to anything else. He was beside the barely conscious Jill, hands pressing down on the source of the blood. "Oh, Jill, stay with me... Jill, please..." He was vaguely aware of the activity around him, the arrest of Cuilter as well as Hannah. He heard Rebecca's voice telling him to maintain pressure and then her short call for an ambulance. He watched blood soaking into his own hoodie on her frail body before his eyes met hers. She stared back at him, dull and listless. Tears were already at the edges of his eyes, his voice broken at he watched the woman he loved slip away. "Jill... I love you, you have to stay with me! Come on, you can make it! Jill!" Blood was covering his hands, the ones in which he shifted as he tried to increase pressure and stop the blood from welling up as fast as it was.

Her lips moved, silently saying some word or other before her eyes slipped closed and her body went slack.