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Unjust Suspicions
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Caseytlk

     
Chapter Seven

Luis was patrolling the wharf... not the most exciting aspect of his career. Nothing ever seemed to happen down there. That was a good thing today though, because Luis' mind was definitely not on his job. It was on Sheridan, as usual. He still couldn't understand why she'd gone ballistic, simply because he hadn't been there waiting for her when she'd arrived at the Book Cafe. And then when he'd tried to explain where he was she'd gotten even more upset. He just didn't get it... but that was nothing new where Sheridan was concerned. Their entire relationship had been built on misunderstandings. He never seemed to know where he stood with her.

He sighed. He was tempted to just say to hell with it, and give up on her. He knew that wasn't possible though. He couldn't get her out of his head... he loved her. It was that simple. He loved her and you don't just give up on someone you love... no matter how much grief they give you.

He leaned against the railing and gazed out over the water. He smiled a little as he recalled the first time he saw Sheridan, the night she'd hit his police jeep. He could still see her, with that arrogant look on her face as she'd stated "My name isn't Buster, my behind is anything but sorry, and you can't arrest me." Then she'd proceeded to throw her name around and he'd proceeded to arrest her anyway. He chuckled to himself... she'd always been feisty... that was one of the things he loved most about her. Their fights... man... they could fight about anything. The weird thing was those fights really turned him on.

Right in the middle of the fight he would get this incredible urge to haul her into his arms and kiss her senseless. Except the fight last night was different. It wasn't like the almost humorous squabbles they generally had. It was hard and serious. Sheridan was really furious at him over something, and he didn't have a clue what.

One of the few things he'd change about Sheridan was the way she just closed up this way. If she would only talk to him he was sure they could patch things up. He realized that her unwillingness to open up went back to her childhood. Back then nobody cared what she thought or felt... but he did. His radio crackled and he pulled it from his belt. "Lopez-Fitzgerald." "Robbery in progress at the Even Keel Coffee Shop. Backup is on its way." Luis ran down the wharf to the shop, where he paused across the street behind a parked car. Everything appeared fine from there... he needed to get closer. He had his gun drawn and was halfway across the street when the door of the shop burst open and two men emerged. Luis felt the bullet strike him before he could even react and he hit the ground hard.

The men jumped into their car and were speeding away... Luis used the last of his strength to take aim and he shot out their front tire. The car careened across the empty street and slammed into a utility pole.

The last thing Luis heard was the squeal of the backup cars sirens. He drifted into unconsciousness, thinking of Sheridan.

chapter 8

       
     

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