Week 482 – Bridgett asks why is one of attackers in the cop car?

This had to be the craziest thing Brad had ever done. In fact if he wasn’t so emotionally invested in this then he would have just called an ambulance and the cops to the scene and walked away with clean hands.

Now his hands were anything but clean.

Didn’t matter that he had good intentions, because this innocent woman sitting beside him, twisting her fingers together in such a way that he was pretty sure she was close to popping them out of their sockets, and darting nervous glances at his house and his brother’s car, was going to suffer regardless of his intentions.

“Beckett,” he said as he pushed open his door and climbed out to greet his little brother, closing the door behind him so his little passenger wouldn’t overhear the conversation.

“We’re really doing this?” Beckett asked in place of a greeting.

“Yep, we’re really doing it,” he agreed.

“You know this could mess up everything we’ve been working towards.”

“I know. But you know they won’t be able to resist tracking her down, going after her again, so we may as well-“

“Use her as bait,” Beckett finished for him.

“Do you have a better plan?”

Beckett was silent for a long moment and then he shook his head, looking resigned. “No.”

“Hey, we’re doing this for the right reasons,” he reminded his little brother. “We’re doing it for her, yeah? Because we let her down once already and we’re not going to do it again. Whatever it takes.”

“Whatever it takes,” Beckett echoed.

“Umm … hi,” a soft voice said from behind him and he glanced over to see Bridget standing there, still twisting her fingers.

“This is Beckett,” Brad told her, reaching out to untangle her fingers before she hurt herself.

“Well at least you’re not lying about meeting your brother,” she muttered, then smiled at Beckett in a way that made him want to rip his brother to pieces. “Hi, I’m Bridget.”

“Nice to meet you, Bridget. How about I go get my partner and we go inside, talk about what happened tonight,” Beckett said, and Bridget nodded.

But when Beckett’s partner stepped out of the patrol car, all the color drained from her face, and she glanced over at him, mumbling incoherently, and yet he knew exactly what she was saying, Bridgett asks why is one of attackers in the cop car?