"It says here, Mr. Robinson, was found dead at age 45 of an apparent breaking and entering. The lawyer was found dead at 11:12 a.m. by an unidentified male who was called by a person of interest." Turning to me after reading it in the newspaper, Dean asks, "Person of interest? Now you are a person of interest? What the hell is going on here?"
"I don't honestly know. Matter of fact, at this rate I will end up in jail and then dead." I say mournfully, knowing that the sad fact is I am completely right.
"Is there anywhere you know of that we can hide? Like somewhere out in the country that the lone shark and the hitmen wouldn't know about? I have family in Tennessee, but that's a long ways away from here and they might find out about them." Dean quickly says.
A light goes on and I remember a friend from high school that I haven't talked to in years. She moved away to Illinois and I only saw her once sin
Thank You all.
"The two of you seem to really get along and I noticed earlier that you weren't completely convincing in your answers when I asked if I had to worry. So do I?" Looking him in the eye, just after we get to the bedroom. He stares down at the floor and says, "Jenna, I am not going to lie. If we weren't together, I wouldn't mind screwing her, but we would never last. There is a reason why girls like that don't have long term relationships. It's because they love the attention and don't want to commit. Have you not noticed that she doesn't have anyone hanging around here?" Pissed now, I stomp off to the bathroom to run a bath and soak for a while by myself. Needing to clear my head of everything and think more about the trouble that Brad got me into, I sink into the hot water after running it for a good 20 minutes. I watch as I sink lower and lower into the water. Finally almost completely submerged, I ho
"Damn it!" I hear one of the men say when I wake up with a migraine and everywhere I look it's black. The only other sound I hear is the humming of the baseboard heater. I am assuming we are still in the hotel, because I remember hearing that exact same noise earlier in the evening before the men showed up. Tryng to free myself, I hear the man say, "Stop doing that, or I am going to have to knock you out again sweet thing." I smell the acrid stench of his cigar permeating through out the room and it almost makes me throw up, but I force myself to keep it together. Concentrating on trying to hear if Dean is in the room with me, I sit still and I wait to see if I hear him. I am finally rewarded when the other man kicks him and he groans in pain. Opening my mouth, I realize that he hasn't gagged me, so I go to scream, but think twice. Asking nicely, "Can I go to the bathroom? I have to pee really bad and I can't ho
"This is the police, put your hands up!" Someone yells and I watch as the two gunmen lay helpless on the floor, with officers on top of them. After all the commotion dies down, I run over and untie Dean.He looks up at me and smiles, then I know everything will be alright at least for the moment. Touching my arm, he leans over and kisses me passionately. When my hand wanders to the back of his head, I find out where all the blood on him came from. He has a wound about the size of a quarter on the back of his skull. They must have bashed him over the head with something when we first were taken hostage. Feeling around, I check to make sure that there aren't any more wounds running around. "Jenna, I am so glad this is over. I thought for sure this was the end for us the way things were going, but you are so smart and persuasive to get them to believe that you would pay t
"Jenna, do you mind coming here for a minute?" Sam asks and I follow her to the bathroom. The man sitting down at the table, is not an officer and I have no clue who he is. By the looks of him, he hasn't done any hard work ever in his life. Probably a business man by best guess or if he does work, it is something that doesn't involve manuel labor. I would have woke up Dean just as soon as I realized it, but I figured we could deal with this on our own. If it was another hitman, he would know soon enough when he heard gun shots echoing through out the room. Otherwise, we would handle it. "You know, let's feel this one out. So far, he hasn't done anything to us and he is definitely playing the part well. I just know that he isn't a police officer, there is simply no way." I stand next to the mirror and inspect my reflection before walking back out. As soon as we walk out of the bathroom i
"Bang" When the shot rings out, I dive for the floor and cover my head with my hands. Listening, I wait to hear if there will be anymore. Hearing nothing but screams, I peek my head up over the bench and glance around the room. It's complete pandamonium and everyone is running, crouching or screaming. Finally, someone yells out "He has been hit" and I stand up trying to see who it is. Walking over to the crowd, I see Mr. Caprico laying on the ground in a pool of blood, dead. The court officer turns to me and remarks, "One gun shot, straight through the head. Impressive." He shrugs his shoulders and walks to the landline on the judge's bench before calling for help. Apparently, everyone in the court house had heard the commotion, because before he could hang up, a series of policemen burst through the door with guns drawn. They tell everyone, "Put your hands up." b
"What do you mean he won't sign the papers and make it official?" Dean scratches his forearm and tries to understand what has just happened. After leaving the house, I find myself sitting in the car in the driveway. More pissed off then I have ever been in my life, I realize that I am fighting a losing battle with him. Turning to Dean who is utterly confused, I lean towards him and kiss him knowing that I will never be able to fully be with him or marry him. "It's exactly what I said. Brad refuses to divorce me unless I stop seeing you. He hates me so much that he doesn't ever want to see me completely happy." I take a deep breath and scream at the top of my lungs. "What a total dickhead!" Surprised by my action, Sam starts laughing in the backseat and resets the mood. We both look in the back at her and start laughing with her. She comments, "You do know that you could always have him killed.
"Jenna, can you talk to Sam for me? I really pissed her off by asking her to marry me, but she said no. When I found out that she is pregnant with my little one, I automatically thought to." Brad asks sincerely. Shaking my head because I know full well that she lied to me, I say with anger in my voice, "Yes and don't worry, I will get to the bottom of this. She had told me that you didn't want to have anything to do with her or the baby and you fired her just as soon as you found out." "Thanks, I really appreciate it. I am sorry about earlier, I was upset because I do love Sam and now the baby. Really, I guess I just took my frustrations out on you." "Well, do you think the two of us can come up with some agreement finally?" "Yes. I just need Sam back, I miss her terribly and no one else compares. You of all people should understand that, I know that's how you feel about Dean after all." Nodding, I ans
After getting in bed, I just turn on my side so Dean can snuggle up to me when we hear a knock at the door. Grumbling, I get up and throw on my robe before answering it. When I do open the door, Sam is staring back at me and she actually looks happy. She states, "I did it. I told him what I needed and he agreed to it all. Now we just have to come up with a wedding date, preferably before little one here is born." Sighing, I say, "Well, I am so happy for you but can we talk about this in the morning? I am so tired I feel like I am going to just fall over dead." Looking upset, she answers, "Yeah, of course. I just wanted to throw some ideas at you, but it can wait till the morning. You two have a good night." Watching her walk away, a tinge of regret hits me, but I am so tired I shut the door and go back to bed. The next morning, I wake up before Dean and lay there watching him sleep. He looks so pea