For disclaimer see part one

BREATHLESS — part 10


Lois Kay

Maureen Lawrence stared at the ceiling, blinking her eyes against the painful stinging. She was so tired, she could hardly keep her eyes open. All she wanted was to go to sleep. Just not yet.

Maureen, who had been listening to the unfamiliar sounds of Lauren’s house, noticed the water in the shower had stopped running and, unconsciously, she took a deep breath, her heart skipped a beat.      
It would not be long before Lauren would enter the bedroom and, if everything would go according to plan, crawl next to her in the bed. They were both exhausted, so expecting anything more than just snuggling together and going to sleep would be unrealistic. But even that thought did not settle Maureen’s heart rate.

After taking a deep breath, Maureen turned on her side, facing the empty half of the queen-sized bed. Her eyes were heavy and her body almost ached from fatigue, but still she fought the need to close her eyes and let herself drift off into oblivion.

“Just a few more minutes,” she mumbled, wishing Lauren would hurry.

She must have dozed off, because all of a sudden, the mattress next to her dipped to accommodate the dark-haired Agent’s tall frame. The unexpectedness made Maureen’s eyes fly wide open.

“It’s okay, go back to sleep,” Lauren reassured her friend.

“I wanted to fall asleep in your arms,” Maureen answered groggily.

“You can,” Lauren smiled, reaching out her arm and wrapping it around Maureen, who immediately scooted closer, tucking her head underneath Lauren’s chin, smiling when the arm pulled her closer.

“How’s this?” a warm voice sounded near her ear and Maureen sighed.

“Wonderful,” she mumbled with a sigh. “You’re so...soft and...strong.”

Maureen felt Lauren chuckle and raised her head to look up at the dark-skinned woman, smiling when she noticed a twinkle in the dark-brown eyes.

“What’s so funny?” she asked, before putting her head down again, pressing her cheek against Lauren’s chest, immediately hearing the comforting beat of the other woman’s heart.

“You are funny,” Lauren smiled, dropping a kiss on Maureen’s temple, letting her lips linger to inhale the scent of the redheads soft skin. “You have no idea how wonderful it is to hold you like this.”

“If it’s half as wonderful as it is to be held, I’ve got a pretty good idea,” Maureen smiled, lifting her head one more time to kiss Lauren’s chin.

“Go to sleep,” the dark-haired woman’s voice spoke softly, while her hand gently rubbed Maureen’s back. “Just relax and sleep,” she added in a whisper.

She smiled when, less than a minute later, Maureen’s breathing had become deep and regular, a tell-tale sign that the other woman had fallen asleep.

With Maureen’s head tucked under her chin, Lauren stared at the ceiling, reveling in the feeling the redhead’s closeness evoked. It was a mixture of tenderness, happiness and giddiness all wrapped in one and Lauren decided she liked it. A lot.

Slowly, but surely, the solid brown eyes became heavier, until Lauren could not keep them open anymore. With the smile still clung to her lips, she fell asleep. Her arms firmly wrapped around Maureen.


Rachel Kendrick tried not to sigh and roll her eyes at the security officer who was taking her statement, as he called it, in a stern and very official tone of voice. All she wanted was to go home and relax and spend time with her daughter and partner. She cast a look at Hannah, who was sitting in the corner of the small office, her head resting against the wall behind her and her eyes closed. Rachel realized the blonde was tired and mentally she slapped herself, second-guessing her decision to report their stalker to the security department. Maybe it would have been better to have gone to the police station, which was only a couple of blocks down the road. That way they would have skipped some steps, because right now, they were waiting for the police officer who had been called to the hospital.

“I know you want to go home, Doctor Kendrick,” John Overlander said in a deep voice. “But this is a serious matter, especially after what happened to you and Miss Jensen last year.”

“I know, John,” Rachel sighed, wishing she could walk over to her partner, sit down next to her and pull her in for a warm, solid hug. If not for Hannah, then for herself.

“Do I have to tell this police person the same story again?” she asked in a soft voice, groaning when John Overlander nodded.

“I’m sorry, Doc,” he said with as much compassion as he could muster. He genuinely liked Rachel and Hannah, whom he had known ever since she started working at the hospital. The blonde reminded him of his daughter and, from the beginning, he had a soft spot for her, something he would never admit.

“You did a good thing, though,” he added with appreciation. “I’m sure the police will love to question this guy,” he added. “We were lucky to grab him before he ran.”

“I guess,” Rachel mumbled, staring at a stain in the carpet, feeling utterly sorry for herself and Hannah to have landed in yet another stalking situation.

When she had the sensation of being studied, Rachel looked up, straight into a pair of clear, blue eyes that were twinkling at her from across the room and immediately she felt a smile tug at her lips.

“It will be fine, Rache,” Hannah spoke. “I’m sure we’ll be out of here pretty soon.”

“I hope you’re right,” Rachel answered, all of a sudden deciding to defer to the situation when Hannah pulled up a chair and pointed at it.

“Alright, alright,” Rachel smiled. “I know I’m a pain in the neck, but I just...”

“Want to go home,” Hannah finished the sentence for her. “And we will, soon. Now, sit down and try to relax. I’m getting tired of watching you fret over there.”

“Yes, mom,” Rachel chuckled, which earned her a playful swat across the stomach.

“Good ! Here they are,” John Overlander spoke with obvious relief when the door was opened and two police officers, a male and a female, stepped inside, crowding the small space even more.

John Overlander got to his feet and quickly explained the situation to the officers, making sure to emphasize that Rachel and Hannah had been stalking victims before.

“I remember,” the female officer answered, sending Rachel and Hannah a warm smile. “It’s nice to meet you both, although the circumstances could have been a lot better, I guess.”

“Absolutely,” Rachel nodded, wondering why the female officer looked so familiar. “Have we seen you before?”

“No, I don’t think so,” the officer laughed, stepping closer and reaching out a hand in greeting. “But I have been told I resemble my cousin, Maureen,” she added with an easy smile. “My name is Lee Ann Lawrence.”

“Oh, yes, of course. Maureen has mentioned you a few times,” Hannah laughed. “You two do look alike.”

“That’s what they say,” Lee Ann smiled, sending the blonde an appreciative look. Maureen had not exaggerated when she had described the blonde; Hannah was very attractive.

“Are you the cousin they call Lally?” Rachel quipped with an innocent smile, aware of the look the police woman had given her partner.

“Yes, that would be me,” Lee Ann responded, making a mental note not to ogle Hannah. At least, not with Rachel around. “Alright, let’s get down to business. I need you to tell me what happened.”

Less than an hour later, a tired Hannah and slightly grumpy Rachel were finally allowed to leave the hospital, after they had identified the man who had been arrested, as the one who had been following them to their car.

The man, a skinny, unkempt individual who seemed to be in his early thirties, had refused to talk at all, not even stating his name, thoroughly testing the police officers’ patience. He would be taken to the police station, where they would, hopefully, get more information about who he was and why he had been following Rachel and Hannah.

“I so wish we didn’t have to deal with all this,” Rachel muttered, steering her car out of the parking spot in front of the security office.

“I know, honey, I wish that, too, but, here we are, in another scary situation,” Hannah answered in a soft voice. “We just have to deal with it as it comes.”

“Are you scared?” Rachel asked, glancing aside to her partner, smiling when the blonde’s hand made it to her knee and stayed there, after having given it a loving pat.

“Not for me,” Hannah answered after a brief moment of silence. “I’m more scared for you and Nicky.”

“Same here,” Rachel sighed. “I’m scared for you and Nicky and I pray this ends up to be something silly.”

“I do, too,” Hannah answered. “But, since he was trying to follow us from the hospital, I’ve got the feeling he doesn’t know where we live, which is a good thing.”

“You have a point,” Rachel nodded, covering the hand on her knee with one of her own. “I love you.”

Hannah glanced aside, sending her partner a surprised smile.

“I love you, too. Where did that come from?”

“I just wanted to say it,” Rachel answered. “It’s important for me that you know how much you mean to me. I’ve come close to losing you twice now and...”

The Doctor’s voice broke and Rachel had to swallow away the lump in her throat, annoyed at herself for becoming so emotional. The hand underneath her own turned and Hannah interlaced her fingers with Rachel’s longer ones.

“Do you want to pull over?” Hannah asked in a soft voice, caressing Rachel’s hand with her thumb.

“No, I want to go home and hug you and Nicky. And Gertrude,” she added with a watery smile. “I want all of this to go away.”

“I’m sure it will,” Hannah replied, while her heart went out to her partner. Rachel was used to being under a lot of stress, it was part of her job as an Emergency Department physician, but when her own family was involved, her focus shifted. From a skilled, calm physician, she turned into a worried partner and mother, who would do anything to protect her family.

“Let’s go home and do some serious hugging,” Hannah suggested, smiling when Rachel sent her a grateful look. “I’m sure things will look a lot better in the morning.”


Lauren Darkwolf was slowly pulled out of slumber by something heavy and unfamiliar. There was a slight pressure on her chest and with every breath she took, something tickled her nose.
Dark-brown eyes popped open, staring at the ceiling with glazed sleepiness, while its owner tried to take notice of her environment.

She was in bed, Lauren knew, pinned on her back with a warm, soft body almost laying on top of her. Rapidly blinking her eyes to get rid of the sleep, Lauren’s face split in a happy grin when she remembered.

“Maureen,” she whispered, brushing away the strand of red hair that tickled her nose, careful not to awake the other woman. “What a glorious way to wake up,” she mumbled to herself, thoroughly enjoying the warm body in her arms. Maureen’s breathing was deep and regular and Lauren hoped she would sleep a little while longer. The red-head had been near to exhaustion and had been in dire need of a good rest and Lauren would do anything she could to make sure her friend would get that rest.

A sideways glance at the alarmclock showed her it was close to six-thirty and Lauren shook her head in amazement. She had been asleep for hours. No wonder her stomach was growling, which, at the time, she happily ignored. There were a lot more interesting sensations to take stock of. Like the pressure of Maureen’s cheek on her chest and the puffs of warm breath that tickled her skin, just above her collar bone. And the bare leg that was wrapped around her own, applying an interesting kind of pressure to her thighs and pelvic area.

“Alright, Lauren, refocus,” the dark-haired woman scolded herself. “Think about something else, bunnies.”

“Snow bunnies?” a sleepy voice echoed. “Why snow bunnies?”

“Oh, great,” Lauren groaned in frustration. “How long have you been awake?”

“Long enough,” was the chuckled reply and Maureen lifted her head, sending Lauren a warm smile. “Snow bunnies?”

With a deep sigh, Lauren pulled a pillow over her face, not sure if she was ready to confess her friend exactly why the white, fluffy creatures had popped up in her mind.

“Oh, Lauren?” Maureen smiled with a sing-song voice. “Is everything alright?”

“Just peachy,” was the mumbled reply, but Lauren did not move.

“Really?” Maureen responded, shifting her body, acutely aware of the sharp intake of breath that was coming from the other woman. With a knowing smile she pushed herself up, forcing her head underneath the pillow as well.

“Are you hiding from me?” she asked in an innocent voice.

“Do I need to?” Lauren quipped, removing the pillow and throwing it toward the foot of the bed.

“Oh, I don’t know,” Maureen sighed, leaning so close their noses were almost touching. “It’s not like I am used to waking up like this, no matter how often I’ve fantasized about it. I’m a little lost here and don’t really know what to do,” she confessed, showing her vulnerability.

Her words had the desired effect on Lauren, who immediately relaxed and wrapped her arms around the redhead.

“What would you like to do?” she asked softly, brushing away a strand of red hair that was threatening to fall into Maureen’s eyes.

Maureen, aware of their bodies touching in almost their entire length, swallowed hard and moistened her lips.

“Well,” she drawled, gathering courage from the fact it was Lauren Darkwolf who was holding her, looking at her with a soft smile. It was her friend she was so in love with, who, just by being herself, gave her all the self-confidence she needed. “I’d love to kiss you.”

“I would very much like that,” Lauren smiled, feeling her heart skip a beat when Maureen leaned in and captured her lips in a kiss that was so soft, for a brief moment Lauren wondered how it was possible to experience a kiss without physical contact. But then the pressure intensified and with a sigh of happiness she gave in to the soft, probing lips that were rapidly chasing every thought from her conscious mind. She let her body respond to the caresses, feeling a comfortable warmth settle around her like a blanket.

Maureen, who had been a little shy and hesitant at first, had grown more confident with each shared kiss, feeling safe and welcome in Lauren’s arms. She knew it would probably be better to lighten the mood, so they could get up and get something to eat, but it was as if she could not pull herself away from Lauren’s lips. They were so soft and responsive, it made her want to kiss the dark-haired woman again and again.

It was increasingly difficult for Lauren to remain passive and let Maureen set the pace. The lips on hers were igniting a fire, deep inside her body and she had to fight the urge to flip Maureen over and show her exactly how much she wanted her.

“Maureen,” Lauren finally managed to whisper in between kisses. “Maureen, sweetheart, I...we...”

“You’re right,” Maureen answered with a moan, not able to leave Lauren’s soft skin. She kissed the corner of the other woman’s mouth, leaving a trail of kisses to her ear, down her jaw and finally across her throat. Lauren made a soft sound, almost like a growl and Maureen was aware of the thundering heartbeat underneath her hands.

“Right... about... what?” Lauren asked after a long silence that was filled with soft moans and sighs

“I can’t...remember,” was the answer and in spite of the desire that was rushing through her veins like a wildfire, Lauren chuckled.

Maureen’s remark had been enough to let reality sink in and, with a gentle smile, she pushed the redhead away, just enough so she could look her in the eye.

“Maureen, it’s not that I’m not enjoying this, I am,” she smiled, caressing the other woman’s face with her fingertips. “In fact, I am enjoying it so much, that, if we keep this up, we’ll be making love pretty soon, because I don’t know how much longer I will be able to keep from touching you.”

“And that is a bad thing?” Maureen replied with a small sigh.

“No, I don’t think so,” Lauren answered softly. “But it will change everything,” she added, pressing her lips against Maureen’s forehead.

There was a moment of silence, in which Maureen looked at Lauren with calm, pensive eyes. It was obvious she was thinking about the other woman’s words, letting them sink in first, before responding.

“Are you ready for things to change?” she finally asked, tracing one of Lauren’s eyebrows with the tip of her index finger.

“I am,” Lauren answered in honesty.

“I am, too,” Maureen sighed. “And, before you say anything else, yes, I am sure,” she quickly added, seeing Lauren was about to speak. “Our job is not always free of danger, Lauren, you know that. But whether we are lovers, or not, I’ll always worry about you when you’re on an assignment. We see people’s lives change in a heartbeat, every single day. I don’t want to have to look back one day and regret we never acted on our feelings.” Maureen paused, pressing her cheek against Lauren’s in a gesture that was so tender, it almost brought tears to the other woman’s eyes. “I am in love with you, Lauren, and tonight I really would like to show you how much. If you’ll let me,” she added with a small smile.

“I’ll let you,” Lauren whispered. Maureen’s words had touched her deep inside. In fact, the redhead had worded what she herself had felt for a while now. Actually to hear the words had only made things so much clearer.

“I am in love with you, too,” she smiled, raising her hands so she could cup Maureen’s face in between them. Guiding the other woman’s face closer, she softly kissed her, letting her lips linger for a long time, soaking up their newfound closeness. “And I want to show you how much,” she repeated the words Maureen had just spoken to her.

“God, yes, please, show me,” Maureen breathed, feeling herself lifted up and rolled over. Without interrupting their kiss, Lauren managed to reverse their position, finally giving her hands free reign to roam the body underneath hers. It was easy to gain access to the creamy, soft skin. All Maureen was wearing, was a cotton shirt and a pair of panties. Both women moaned when Lauren’s hands slid underneath the shirt, mapping and caressing Maureen’s skin that already felt hot to the touch.

“Take it off, please,” Maureen whispered urgently, raising her upper body, so Lauren could slid the shirt over her shoulders and head, leaving her clad in her panties only.

The redhead’s hands had taken hold of Lauren’s shirt and impatiently she tugged it, trying to pull it over the other woman’s head. The honest urgency made Lauren smile and she quickly disposed the only piece of clothing that stood between her skin and the softness of Maureen’s breasts. The shirt was haphazardly thrown to the side, landing halfway between the bed and the door, but neither woman cared.

As soon as Lauren lowered her body, touching Maureen’s skin with her own, they both let out a sound that was a mixture between a sigh and a moan.

“Oh, this feels good,” Maureen gasped, searching for Lauren’s lips and finding them immediately. Her hands stroked the skin of Lauren’s back and it was as if the more she touched her, the more Maureen craved the contact.

The redhead softly groaned when Lauren’s lips traveled down the side of her neck, to her collarbone, lightly brushing the swell of her breasts. Strong hands caressed her shoulders and upper arms, before finding their way to her ribs, neatly avoiding the most sensitive parts of her chest.

“Lauren,” Maureen whispered, almost accusingly.

“Maureen,” Lauren replied, whispering as well, but there was a hint of a smile in her voice.

“Are you teasing me?”

Lauren raised her head, smiling at the woman who had her undivided attention.

“Not yet,” she answered, which made Maureen chuckle. “Patience, my love,” she added, leaning over so she could kiss the soft skin of Maureen’s abdomen. With soft kisses and nibbles she worked her way down, until she had reached the last piece of clothing that shielded Maureen from her roaming hands and inquisitive lips.

“Lift,” she whispered, sliding the smooth fabric down the red-head’s hips, and down her legs. Less than a heartbeat later, the silk panties had landed on top of Maureen’s shirt.

“Oh, my...,” Maureen sighed, mumbling something unintelligible, burying her fingers in Lauren’s long, thick hair.

For a long time, only soft moans and whispered endearments filled the air-conditioned room. The snow bunnies were long forgotten.


Lee Ann Lawrence looked at the man who sat slumped in his chair, staring at the floor, showing no interest at all in answering any of the questions he had been asked. She fought the urge to roll her eyes and glanced at her partner, who was leaning against the wall, studying Rachel and Hannah’s stalker with half-lidded eyes. Lee Ann knew from experience that David Hargrove was anything but sleepy. It was his way of observing and analyzing a situation and she knew that, at any moment, his eyes could regain their clear, intelligent expression. When that happened, the object of his interest would become subject to question after question. If needed, David could be relentless.

“It’s better to cooperate, my friend,” Lee Ann advised the silent figure. “It will get you out of here a lot faster.”

A pair of pale blue eyes were lifted and the man shrugged his shoulders, casting down his eyes when they were met by a pair of fiery green ones.

“Why Doctor Kendrick?” she asked, trying not to lose her patience.

“Doctor Who?’ the man replied, speaking for the first time. Lee Ann and David exchanged a glance and for a moment, they both detected a hint of insecurity in the stranger’s voice.

“Kendrick,” Lee Ann repeated, stepping closer and leaning both hands on the table, her eyes never leaving the bent head.

“Did you try to stalk the wrong person?” she dared with a chuckle, trying to get a rise out of him.

“I wouldn’t say that,” was the mumbled answer.

“So, you meant to stalk the Doctor? Do you care to tell us why?”

“Not really,” the man muttered, staring at his shoes. His fingers were nervously picking on a small hole in his jeans and he was so absorbed in what he was doing, he did not see David Hargrove move. All of a sudden the tall officer stood next to him, slamming his fist on the table with such a force, the stranger jumped out of his chair, immediately pushed back by a pair of small, but strong hands on his shoulder.

“Show me your hands,” David Hargrove ordered.

The man looked up, trying to muster up a defiant glance, but the expression in David Hargrove’s eyes made him change his mind. He swallowed hard and tried to hide his hands underneath the table.

“Show me your hands !” David Hargrove bellowed, the veins in his muscular neck bulging.

Shocked by the unexpected yelling, the man pulled his hands from under the table and put them on the flat, wooden surface.

“Hold them up,” David commanded.

Slowly, the man lifted his hands, holding them up in the air. Without the support of the table, it became clear his hands were shaking so badly, he had to clench his hands into fists to control the tremors.

“What do you use?” Davis asked with a sigh, putting his hand over the man’s and pushing them back on the table, shooting Lee Ann a knowing glance.

“Everything,” was the hoarse answer.

“If you tell us your name and why you were following the good doctor and her nurse, you’d still be in trouble,” David said, not unfriendly. “But we’d be able to get you some drugs, to help you, so you don’t have to go cold turkey.”

“You just say that,” was the gruff response.

“Even if that’s the case, taking the chance to believe me is better than the alternative,” David Hargrove replied in a calm voice. “What’s your name?”

“Ben,” the man spoke softly. “Benjamin Nunn.”

“Alright, that’s a start,” David nodded, pulling up a chair so he could sit down. “Tell us, Ben. Who has promised you a free fix in return for the Doc’s address?”

“I don’t know his real name,” Ben answered with a sigh. He looked up and both David and Lee Ann knew he spoke the truth. “This guy, he came up to me, asking me if I wanted to do him a favor. I’d never seen him before, I swear. He said he could get me some good stuff.”

“What kind of stuff?” Lee Ann asked.

“Meth,” he shrugged. “He said he cooked it himself.”

“Where are you supposed to meet him?”

“I’m not,” Ben replied. “I need to write down the address and put it under the overpass, on Tenth and Reno. He said he’d leave the stuff there, in a bag.”

“And you believed him?” Lee Ann asked with a frown.

“Hey, I had nothing to lose, right?”

“Wrong,” David answered. “Can you tell me what this guy looked like?”

“Just a young punk. Slick suit, shades, fast car,” Ben shrugged.

“Do you remember what kind of car?” Lee Ann asked, wondering if her cousin would be interested in the information Benjamin Nunn was reluctantly sharing with them.

“I guess it was a Volkswagen. One of those Jetta’s, or maybe a Passat.”


“I’m hungry,” Maureen mumbled, burying her face in the crook of Lauren’s neck, nibbling the skin that was so conveniently close.

“I noticed,” was Lauren’s dry reply.

The answer was a chuckle and a soft pinch, which made Lauren jerk. The dark-haired woman quickly grabbed Maureen’s hand and held it tight.   

“I mean I am hungry for food,” Maureen elaborated with a laugh.

“Oh,” Lauren answered, playing innocent. “Well, maybe we should get up and find a bite to eat then.”

“Maybe,” Maureen mumbled lazily.

“Or not,” Lauren chuckled.

Maureen smiled against Lauren’s skin, enjoying the feel of the softness against her lips. They had made love until they had both been completely satiated, afterwards dozing in each other’s arms, reveling in the newness of their relationship. It had been...amazing, Maureen mused. Lauren had showed a mixture of controlled desire and tenderness, adapting to Maureen’s insecurity and eagerness with an ease that had made the redhead fall deeper and deeper in love with the dark-skinned Agent.

“You’re amazing,” Maureen sighed, lifting her head and rubbing her nose against Lauren’s chin, which made the other woman smile.

“So are you,” was the soft reply, before Lauren captured Maureen’s lips in a short, but passion-filled kiss.

Their kiss was interrupted by a growling stomach and Lauren laughed out loud when she noticed the frustrated look on her lover’s face.

“Come on, let’s get you something to eat,” she suggested, brushing Maureen’s cheek with the back of her hand. A pair of smiling green eyes captured her brown ones and Lauren smiled back, restraining herself from reaching out and losing herself all over again in Maureen’s soft, creamy skin.

“What time is it?” the red-head asked, her eyes still captivated by Lauren’s.

“About eight o’clock,” Lauren answered, not looking at the alarmclock.

“Wow,” Maureen mouthed, exhaling slowly to try and get a grip on the desire that, once again, surged through her body. The feel of Lauren’s hands, the smell of her warm skin, it was enough to refuel her arousal.

“How about a....light snack...?” she suggested, leaning in and kissing Lauren’s shoulder. “And after that...back to bed?”

“Sounds like a plan,” Lauren breathed, aware of the lips that nibbled a path to her chest, kissing the swell of a breast and approaching a sensitive nipple. When Maureen’s warm lips reached their goal, Lauren could not suppress a moan. She leaned back into the pillows, pulling the redhead with her.

Their light snack simply had to wait.


The tiny baby frowned when the bottle was empty and the nurse who was holding it, smiled. It was so good to see the little baby boy eat so well. The first days after his arrival there had been serious concerns for his health. He had been severely dehydrated and they had all been afraid there had been illegal substances in his tiny body. But, when that had not been the case, a collective sigh of relief had rolled through the small, rural hospital. With the right care, the little boy would, hopefully, not experience any long-lasting effects of his ordeal.

“You’re insatiable, aren’t you?” the nurse cooed. “You’re catching up. You’ll be on your right weight pretty soon. You’re doing such a good job.”

A pair of dark-blue eyes stared at the nurse, the gaze still a little unfocused, while the baby-boy made little noises of contentment.

“It’s time to digest, little one,” the nurse smiled, lifting the baby up and laying him against her shoulder, softly patting his back. “It’s okay to burp in the presence of a lady when you’re that little,” she added with a chuckle, looking up when the door of the nursery was opened.

The smile froze on her face when she noticed the stranger, who had, somehow, made it into the closed unit.

“May I help you?” she cautiously asked, getting to her feet, making sure to keep the baby on her left side, away from the stranger.

“Yes, you may,” the young, well-dressed man answered with a smile that did not reach his eyes. “You may come with me.”

“Excuse me?” the nurse stammered, slowly backing away to where she knew there was a door that would lead her to the nurses station.

“You heard me,” the young man answered, still smiling. “We can do this two different ways; your way, or my way. I assure you my way is a lot better, and a lot less painful.”

“I...I don’t understand,” the nurse replied, aware of the feeling of panic that was rising in her chest. “Security will...”

“Security is no issue,” was the answer. “It’s all taken care of. Now move,” he added, a little more aggressive.

“I can’t...the baby...”

“The baby is coming as well.”

“No !” the nurse answered, more forcefully this time. “I will not allow you to...”

“You have no say in the matter, sweetie,” the man snarled. “I need you to take care of him,” he said, pointing from her to the baby. “Like I said, move !”

“But why?” the nurse cried out, wincing when the man forcefully grabbed her arm, pulling her with him toward the door. “He’s just a baby. What has he done to you?”

“Nothing, he’s my son!”


To be continued in part 11

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