“What the - “ Simon paused immediately he saw that it was Diana, the different colored disco light hovering over her face. She was surprised but the soberness didn’t leave her face. Why was he here? Why was he in the dance floor? Simon had never came to the dance floor ever since he started visiting the nightclub. “Diana, I....are you okay?” Simon stuttered, glancing from her eyes, down to her body. A concerned look on his face; he wasn’t sure how he was going to tell her what he actually wanted to do. Sitting there on the stool and reminiscing on what Julia had told him, he had lost his patience and wanted fo run all the way to Mr. Fisher’s office without a second thought, it was a good thing they bumped into each other. Who knows what would have happened, if he had burst down Fisher’s door. “Yes, I am. Are you dancing?” Diana made the question seem like a joke. She wanted to clear the thoughts in her head and the soberness on her face. Even though she suspected something she didn

Diana didn’t know why tears was gathering in her eyes, nevertheless she fought back and tried to keep it from falling down her cheekbones. She could feel Simon’s palm wrapped around her wrists. She had misunderstood him and quickly judged wrongly, getting angry at him without even thinking it through properly. What she wanted now, was to be alone; she imagined how Julia was looking at her that moment. She hadn’t done anything to hurt Julia, Diana was still wondering what she had told Simon that pushed him to the wall, that he even wanted to risk his life for her again. As badly as she wanted to know, she knew it’d just add to her pain, she was better off without it. “Diana please, don’t walk out on me, I -“ Simon hesitated, sighing frustratingly without letting go of Diana’s wrist. He didn’t want to say the wrong word, if he let her go this way, there was no doubt; he wouldn’t stop thinking about it, and he wouldn’t definitely be able to forgive himself. This was what Julia wanted

The officer hesitated before speaking, looking directly into Nick’s eyes. “There has been another assassination in town, this morning,” Nick ran his hand through his black hair, he had forgotten all about that other case, because of Gonzalez’s case. Now that assassin was at it again, and from the little intel he had gathered. That particular assassin only operated once a week. Somehow, he felt the death of the person the assassin had killed was his fault, if only Angelina hadn’t been shot, she could have been handling it. He was starting to see the usefulness of a partner, all his life he worked alone; breaking cases and turning in culprits all by himself. Who would have thought that all these would happen, things that were so complicated that he needed a partner, and Nathe had showed him just how helpful a partner was. Remembering Nathe, he rushed into the house and grabbed his shirt from the couch. The assassin that killed Nathe’s wife, was the one running around in Ohio; he kne

“I’ll be right back, Angelina. I’m happy to see you’re okay,” Simon said, his eyes still fixated on the woman he was staring at outside the window. He turned quickly and rushed out of the room. Angelina just stared at him in surprise, without responding. Simon walked slowly towards the receptionist counter, Diana hadn’t seen him. He wondered what she was doing in the hospital, was she sick or hurt? “Hey, Diana,” Simon called, tapping her lightly on her shoulders. He couldn’t get off the concerned look from his face. Diana shrugged, she knew who it was, and she couldn’t help but wonder what he was also doing in the hospital. She still needed time off men, she hadn’t forgiven herself for getting angry at innocent Simon. “What are you doing here, Simon?” She asked, without turning over to look at him, the receptionist was focused on the computer in front of her. “I could ask you the same thing,” Simon replied, walking over to the counter, so he could see her face. “I had a migraine

There was no way he’s back, even though Simon wasn’t sure, he didn’t want to believe it. His truck couldn’t go more than a hundred and eighty kilometers per hour, it was old. Nevertheless, he kept pushing the accelerator as if forcing it to go faster. Diana couldn’t struggle, the man holding her was too strong for her to even try; he was covering her mouth tightly with his very large and rough palm. His body odor was so awful, that Diana was almost choking. There was no need to struggle because she could feel the cold metal tip of a pistol on the side of her head, all she could do now was pray. From their conversations earlier, someone was chasing after them, no one else came straight to her mind except him; Simon. The man that had suddenly become her superman, he might have been around that area when she was kidnapped and followed them. A man who was always willing to risk his life to save hers, without thinking twice, there was more to it than just that; their relationship was a