Tag: thriller

As he walked away from Becca’s hospital room Walt realised he was … smiling.

He didn’t smile, well he was a human being so of course he did but it wasn’t something he did very often. He just rarely found reasons to smile.

But that woman lying in a hospital bed gave lots to smile about.

Walt hadn’t gone far when a tingle of warning prickled in his gut.

Something was wrong.

He didn’t hesitate, just turned around and ran back towards Becca’s room. Brody was still on the loose and there was a chance he’d tracked her here, so far Becca’s brother had proven to be smart and resourceful.

His weapon was already in his hand when he burst into Becca’s room to find Brody leaning over the bed, his hands around.

He didn’t hesitate.

Brody had caused enough death and destruction, and more than that he’d hurt Becca, was responsible for her lying in that bed.

Walt fired, hitting Brody in the shoulder, ironically the same shoulder Becca had shattered when she’d jumped out of her cousin’s car. Brody dropped, the gunshot brought people running, but Walt ignored them, running quickly to the screaming man and cuffing him, before reaching for Becca.

She gave a strangled scream when she felt hands on her. “Its okay, Becca, its Walt.”

Her eyes opened and tears leaked out as she looked up at him. “B-Brody?”

“I got him,” he said with satisfaction. “He won’t hurt you again, he’ll be spending the rest of his life in prison.”

“You s-saved me,” she stammered, a smile turning up the corners of her mouth even as tears continued to fall.

“Always,” he vowed. “I will always be there for you.”

She gave a half laugh, half sob, and with her good arm she pulled him close. As carefully as he could he gathered her into a hug. Somehow this woman had found a key to his heart that he hadn’t even known existed, and there was no way he was letting her go.

No way.

“Just so you know, you’re stuck with me now,” he said, kissing her temple.

Becca snuggled closer. “Good, wasn’t going to let you go anyway.”

The force of the explosion threw him to the ground, and he covered Benjy’s body with his own to protect him from flying debris. Becca’s cousin was still alive although he was obviously in bad shape.

Becca.

He had to get to her.

Walt wasn’t used to this sort of all consuming fear for another person. He’d always been a lone wolf, he respected and trusted his partner, but what he felt for transcended anything he had ever experienced.

Dragging Benjy further away from what was left of the warehouse, he scanned the area searching for Becca.

Where was she?

Was Brody still hanging around? Had he gotten his hands on Becca again? He hadn’t wanted to leave her alone and unprotected but he’d had to go back for her cousin in case Benjy was still alive. If it had come down to it, whether it made him cold or not, he would have traded Benjy’s life for Becca’s.

There.

He spotted her further away from where he’d left her. The crazy woman must have gotten up and tried to find help instead of resting, which was what she needed, he knew she was in excruciating pain.

Walt ran to her and dropped to his knees at her side in time to see Becca waking up groggily.

“Walt, Benjy, are you all right?” she mumbled when she saw him looming over her.

“We’re both alright,” he assured her. The he heard the most wonderful sound. Sirens. The fire must have caught someone’s attention and it had been called in. They were safe now if cops and fire fighters were descending on the scene.

Safe for now.

Brody was still out there.

Which meant Becca was still in danger.

As carefully as he could he reached out to the woman who made him feel all messed up inside and eased her into his arms, holding her as tightly as he dared without causing her further pain.

In a very uncharacteristic move he pressed a kiss to her temple. “I’ve got you, sweetheart, I won’t let anyone hurt you again.” That was a vow he intended to keep.

Becca could feel the heat of the flames, hear their crackle, but she felt like she was a million miles away.

Brody’s betrayal cut deep.

How could her brother do this? Murder people, kidnap her, and now he intended to kill her, Walt and Benjy too.

Walt was moving, walking around the warehouse, she assumed trying to find a way out, but right now Becca felt like the fight had drained out of her.

As though sensing that, Walt stopped and jostled her carefully. “Hang in there, Becca,” he ordered.

She was trying, but her strength was fading. Her mental strength as well as her physical strength. Too much had happened too quickly and she was struggling to process it all.

“I’m just going to put you down, I found a door,” Walt said as he carefully set her on the floor. Even though he was gentle she cried out as pain shot through her injured shoulder.

Walt muttered an apology but hurried away where he picked up something and began to hammer at the wall. No, not the wall, a door.

The world faded around her as the smoke got into her lungs, each cough making arrows of pain shoot down her arm. Becca feared she was about to pass out but then she felt a waft of fresh air, as Walt was able to get the door opened.

“Come on,” he said, snatching her up and carrying her out of the burning building. He set her down and immediately turned around.

“What are you doing?” she croaked, catching his hand.

“Getting your cousin,” he replied.

Before she could tell him not to risk his life, Benjy was probably already dead, he had leaned down, kissed her, then run back into the warehouse that was almost consumed with flames.

She had to do something, had to help him somehow. Becca clutched her bad arm to her chest and somehow managed to get onto her feet. She had to find help, a road, a car, a house, anywhere with people so they could call 911.

Becca hadn’t gone far when a huge explosion behind her knocked her down.

The warehouse had just blown up.

With Walt inside.

Raw grief had her giving in when blackness curled around her and she slipped into unconsciousness.