Bounty Hunter ~ Section V

    By Danielle L.

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    Chapter 33 - Fire In The Galley!

    A few scenes in this story appear similar to a novel by Chris Rogers, but the title is a bit risqué for this board for any repetition of it.

    Posted on Tuesday, 14 September 1999

    Elizabeth was making a salad as Darcy returned from his shower.

    He leaned over her shoulder. "What are you making?"

    "Tuna salad."

    "Why?"

    "In the last few days, I've been stuffed like the proverbial fatted calf. I'd like to keep my girlish figure, thank you very much!" she laughed.

    "Maybe you should lay off McDonald's for a while?" he snickered.

    "Never!"

    "I'm sure," he smirked.

    "Feeling better?"

    "Yeah," he sighed and looked around. "I'm a meat eater. I have to have some form of animal fat in my body to stay alive." He opened the refrigerator door and pulled out 2 burger patties, then went to the stove and pulled out a frying pan. "Want one?"

    Elizabeth tried not to laugh. "Can I have half of yours?"

    He shook his head and smiled. "Nope."

    She raised her eyebrow. "Not even a corner?"

    "Un uh," he teased.

    Elizabeth put her hands on her hips. "Will Darcy, don't you know how to share?!"

    "You got your salad and I don't want any! So why do I have to share mine?!"

    Elizabeth had no retort, so she stomped over to the refrigerator, took out a patty, and struggled to break the frozen thing in half.

    Darcy laughed and rescued her. "Why don't you wait until it's cooked. You might decide to eat all of it."

    Elizabeth took a playful swipe at him. "Why I ought to..."

    He grabbed her hand. "No butt kicking today. I've done enough damage to myself, don't you think?"

    She felt the heat of his firm grasp and closeness of his body as he bored his dark eyes into hers; she could only whisper. "Okay."

    Darcy let go of her hand and set to the frying of 3 burgers, while Elizabeth calmed herself by whipping the tuna salad into mush.

    The remainder of the evening was filled with cheerful banter and impish quips. Flirting, if you will. There existed the subtle changes in their relationship, as they sat out on the back porch and talked and thought out loud; at present, a sweet and tender coexistence flourishing under unpleasant circumstances.

    Saturday, December 12, 1998 (Day 17)

    Elizabeth laughed as Darcy came down to breakfast in a baseball cap and overalls nearly twice his girth. "What in the world are you doing in that outfit?!"

    "Is that a compliment?"

    "No," she snickered.

    "Well, if you must know, I was going to power up those tools in the shed and play handyman for a day."

    Elizabeth guffawed and choked. "Thank you! You've made my day already!"

    "At your service, Madam," he bowed. "Now I must be off to toil in the heat."

    "You haven't even had breakfast yet," she sniffled. "I don't want you swooning over on that tin wreck of a shed and falling from the roof!"

    "Madam, I know nothing of roofs. I only know of screws and hammers."

    Elizabeth grabbed his arm and dragged him to sit in a chair. "You probably know nothing of those things either."

    "Ah, you have found me out!" he sighed dramatically. "Now what am I to do?"

    "You really have this over dramatic thing going for you. Have you done theatre?"

    "'Tis a far, far crazier thing I do today, than I have ever done before."

    Elizabeth smiled, Darcy's mood had not changed from their repartee last night, but it actually got better.

    "Here, eat my prince! For you'll need your strength to slay the great and terrible dragon-shed!"

    "Thank you my fair princess. And if I must perish, then let it be from your cooking!" he laughed haughtily.

    "I am your humble servant my lord," she curtsied, "but I thought you liked my cooking?"

    "Your cooking is divine, my dear, but I do wish the peasants had not rebelled and left you to slave away in this kitchen to do my bidding."

    "Enough!" she laughed. "Enough!"

    "Okay," he chuckled. "I was running out of things to say anyway."

    "You weren't really going to tackle that shed, were you?"

    "If you wanted me to, I'd try."

    "That's sweet," she smiled. "But why don't we let it stand as it is and I'll have some professionals come over to fix it up."

    "Or tear it down," he smiled. "I went in it yesterday."

    "You did?"

    "I even started the truck." Elizabeth raised an eyebrow. "Don't worry, you have an excellent guard dog."

    "She can only do so much."

    "Believe me, I had a lot of thoughts run through my mind, none of them any good. But then, I thought you'd kill me either way, so I turned off the ignition."

    Elizabeth did not know what Darcy meant by that last comment and bristled at her introspection, so she changed the subject. "So, what did you want to do today?"

    "No clue! I just thought I'd do a little fashion show for you."

    "I appreciate it. Maybe I'll do the same for you... someday."

    Darcy raised an eyebrow. "I'll look forward to it then."

    Elizabeth watched Darcy eat and he inwardly reveled in it. He took his time eating to profile for the lady, staying on his best side (or what he thought was his best side; Elizabeth was fine with either), flexing his biceps, and showing off his dimples. Elizabeth enjoyed the show, but did not let her face betray her feelings.

    As he ate, Darcy talked more about his childhood; Elizabeth listened and nodded. Darcy's voice had the rich sensuousness of dark velvet. It enveloped her like a plush warm cloak in the middle of winter; she liked the sound of it. She also liked the strong line of his chin and the cleft that dug snugly in it. The way his dark curly hair fell over his forehead. She shook her head.

    "There's a jukebox in the basement, that I've been dying to see if it works."

    "It's not yours?" he asked.

    "No. And I found a whole other box of 45's. I just need a strong man, a big man to carry it up the stairs."

    "Oh? Are they coming here today?"

    Elizabeth giggled. "I was referring to you!"

    Heavy labor did not appeal to him in the least. "Liz, if I may quote you, I've never done a hard day's work in my life!"

    Elizabeth gasped. "I said that more than a year ago."

    "Some things you never forget."

    "And some things you might want to try before you say no."

    Darcy threw down his napkin at the challenge and scooted out of his chair. "Alright Gunga Din, lead the way!"

    "What?! You're going to leave a dirty dish on the table?!"

    Darcy chased Elizabeth down the steps.

    "Whew!" Darcy leaned up against the jukebox, panting. "I hope this is where you want it?"

    Elizabeth dusted off the glass with her tee shirt. "It definitely doesn't belong in front of the steps, but I'm not sure where I want it right now."

    "Wherever you want it, you'll be moving it yourself!" He stumbled toward the kitchen and got himself a few beers, not even thinking to offer one to Elizabeth.

    A few moments later, Elizabeth went into the kitchen, but did not see Darcy. She went out on the back porch and got the show of her life. Darcy had pulled off the straps of the overalls from around his shoulders and gathered them at his waist. One-by-one he poured the beer over his head and down his naked chest and back. It was a frothy good time!

    Darcy heard Elizabeth gasp and laughed to himself. "Don't worry, I won't track this in your house."

    Elizabeth blushed and walked back into the kitchen; she decided to wash the dishes. Still she had a nice view of him and could drool without being embarrassed or noticed. Darcy turned on the water and hosed off, then sat on one of the lawn chairs to rest his aching back.

    Chapter 34 - Shall We Dance?

    Posted on Wednesday, 15 September 1999

    "You better think! Think! Think about what you're tying to do me! Yeah! Think! Think!"

    "What's all that racket?!" asked Darcy.

    Elizabeth threw a towel at him. "I was singing!"

    "Oh, beg my pardon, I thought Bud had got into the brandy!"

    "Funny ha ha!" Elizabeth picked up another record from the box and wiped it off.

    Darcy sat on the other side of the box and pulled out a few records. "Hey, I remember this!" He began to croon. "Oooooh baby, baby! Oooooh baby, baby! Mistakes, I know I've made a few. But in the game of loving, you made mistakes too! I'm crying! Oooooh baby, baby!"

    "Ack!" she snatched the records from him. "You have no soul!"

    "But a nice singing voice, right?"

    "Whatever," she smirked.

    "Hey, I come from a very musical family!"

    "Really?"

    "Well... not exactly, but Gina plays the piano like a demon possessed! She also has a nice singing voice, not deep and powerful like yours, but a soft soprano."

    "I always wanted to learn how to play the piano, but Frances put the kibosh on that idea."

    "It's never too late to learn."

    "I know. Maybe I'll take it up when I retire. I'll have you drag a grand piano in here and I'll play and sing all day long."

    "Then I'll just drag that piano right back out again."

    Elizabeth took a playful swing at Darcy. "Traitor!"

    He ducked and laughed. "Just trying to protect my ears!"

    "I'll show you! One day I'll be on an opera stage, breaking mirrors and chandeliers with my mezzo soprano... well, alto voice and you'll have to pay to see me."

    "Opera stage?!" he snorted. "Can you say... dinner theatre?"

    "Oh, you'll pay for that one!" Elizabeth reached out to choke him.

    Darcy scooted away from her aim. "Speaking of which, I'm hungry. What's for dinner?" he smiled.

    She rolled her eyes. "What do you want?"

    Darcy merely raised an eyebrow. "Something with meat!"

    She smiled. "Anything in particular?"

    "No."

    "Good! 'Cause spaghetti's on the stove."

    "Yummy!" Darcy stood up and looked around. "Looks like you've done a lot while I showered."

    "And slept!"

    "And slept."

    "You told me to move it myself."

    "I really didn't mean it."

    "Too bad, but now you'll have floors to wax while I'm gone," she teased.

    He knelt down in front of her and looked intently into her eyes. "Are you leaving again?"

    Like a deer caught in the headlights, she whispered, "Not any time soon."

    Darcy nodded his head and stood up. "Good!" He disappeared into the kitchen, fixed his plate and waited for Elizabeth to join him. "Are you going to eat?!"

    "Maybe later!"

    The next thing you know, Darcy was dragging Elizabeth away from her records and placing her into a kitchen chair.

    "That will not do. I didn't see you eat breakfast, nor lunch. It's late and I'm gonna make sure you eat dinner."

    "I'm not one of those anorexic-bulimic's, if that's what you're implying," she huffed.

    "I'm not implying anything. You eat irregularly as it is and too much junk food. And you're the one that needs her strength. Plus, I want your company. Is that too much to ask?"

    "No," she pouted. "Are you gonna fix my plate for me?"

    "If you want me to. But I must warn you, I'll sit here until you eat everything I put on it."

    Elizabeth jumped up from her chair and hurriedly spooned some spaghetti on her plate. "Sometimes I get too wrapped up in something and forget about eating."

    "I understand. I do that too. Then in the middle of the night, my stomach's growling and I go a-hunting in the fridge."

    Elizabeth smiled and sat down. "Me too! And that just makes it worse." She attacked her food ravenously. "I didn't know how hungry I was!"

    Darcy smiled. "You're welcome."

    Later, the two of them sat around the jukebox, dusting off old Motown records and singing the ones they remembered, drinking fine brandy, talking of things large and small, until very late. Bud watched from her spot in front of the fireplace.

    Sunday, December 13, 1998 (Day 18)

    Elizabeth was checking her email and ICQ when Darcy came downstairs. She had gotten a few return messages on the whereabouts of Sarah Young, but nothing in the last 7 or 8 months.

    "I see there's no breakfast."

    Elizabeth jumped out of her skin. "Oh! Will, you scared me half to death!"

    "You still didn't answer my question. Where's breakfast?"

    She blushed. "Sorry. There's coffee on though."

    "I noticed." Darcy opened the refrigerator. "I thought the first person up made breakfast?"

    "I don't remember making that rule. It is my house, you know?"

    He grabbed the eggs, bacon and potatoes. "No declared rule, just unspoken."

    "What other unspoken rules have been made in my absence?"

    "Let me have my coffee first, then I'm sure I'll come up with something. I'm sure Bud has a few of her own as well," he smirked.

    While they ate, Elizabeth told Darcy what had been happening since she came back from San Antonio. They also discussed fixing up the house, repairs and such.

    "One thing that's been on my mind for a while... I thought all Masters were demons for practice?" Elizabeth nodded. "Yet, I never see you do it."

    "I do my routines every morning at dawn, unless I'm too tired. Some days I practice in my room, but when it's cool, I go out back and do it there. It's a very quiet art from, unless we're in combat."

    "Can I join you one morning?"

    "If you like. Have you been practicing?"

    "Not really," he smiled.

    "Can you dance?"

    "Why?"

    "Footwork."

    "You've seen me dance."

    "Slow dance, yes. But not fast."

    "Then you've found out my weakness."

    "I knew it!"

    "How?"

    "Well, whenever I did see you dance, which was rarely, it was always on a slow song. I just assumed that either you didn't know how or weren't comfortable with it."

    "I'm not comfortable with it."

    "Which part?"

    "What do you mean?"

    "There's hand dancing, line dancing and regular dancing."

    "Don't know how to do it, never tried it and not good at it.

    "Well, we got some good records on the jukebox and I could probably teach you all of them."

    "I believe we have a party animal in the house," he smirked.

    "Back in my younger days, I could cut a rug or two!"

    "Why don't I find that hard to believe?"

    Elizabeth laughed and threw her napkin at him.

    "Okay, what do you wanna do first?"

    Darcy shrugged. "I thought you were teaching me?"

    "Why don't we try regular dancing first? I have to see how you move."

    First, Elizabeth put on 'Heatwave by Martha and the Vandellas', but that was too fast; she chose 'Ain't No Mountain High Enough by the Supremes', but that had too many changes, finally she chose 'Ain't Too Proud To Beg by the Temptations'.

    Elizabeth started dancing and Darcy tried it.

    "No, no, no! You have to feel the music. Let's try it again?"

    Darcy tried to 'feel' the music but stopped and watched Elizabeth. Elizabeth grabbed his hands and put them on her hips, keeping hers over his as they faced each other.

    "Sway with the music. Feel it!" Darcy bit his lower lip and slowly found his pace. "Now move your feet, just a little bit. That's right. And spread your legs apart. You're getting it."

    He smiled. As long as Darcy was mesmerized by her movements, he did just fine. He began to relax as the song repeated and move to the rhythm of the beat.

    "This is just a faster slow dance!" he exclaimed.

    "Exactly," she smiled. Elizabeth let the record play a few more times as Darcy showed more and more confidence. "Now, let go," she whispered and slowly pushed his hands away. "There. Doesn't that feel good?"

    It felt better when I was holding you, but... "Yes."

    "Now look at me." Darcy did as asked. "See?" she smiled.

    Darcy's smile grew wide. "I see." The song ended.

    "Let's try a different beat." Darcy nodded. Elizabeth returned with 'You Are the Sunshine Of My Life' by Stevie Wonder. "This is a nice beat," she sauntered over to him. "A little slower, but not too slow." Again, she placed his hands on her waist and held them there. Darcy swayed in time with the downbeat. "You're really a fast learner."

    "I have an excellent teacher."

    "Thank you." They let it play a few more times. "I think you've got the hang of it. Now, let's move on to line dancing. I think I can teach you the Texas Two Step with Heatwave."

    Elizabeth showed Darcy the basics without the music, he seemed to understand the different passages. But it was a completely different story when she put the music on. Darcy stumbled and fumbled, turned the wrong way. They collapsed onto the floor in laughter.

    "Okay, so maybe line dancing isn't your thing!"

    "I tried!"

    "It could be the music. Maybe you can go to Billy Bob's in Cowtown and take lessons?"

    "No way! I try to avoid those weaknesses which often expose me to ridicule, especially in front of strangers."

    Elizabeth smiled. "Let's try something a little easier... hand dancing." Darcy eagerly nodded and she put on 'Ain't Too Proud To Beg' again and began to move and shift her feet into a new step. "See how easy this is?" Darcy nodded. "Try watching my feet. One, two, three, pull back. One, two, three, pull back."

    Elizabeth saw Darcy struggling to keep time, so this time she pulled him close behind her, wrapping one hand around her waist and the other hand in her hand.

    What am I doing?!

    Elizabeth had felt the heat from his hands earlier, but had enough wherewithal to maintain her composure. But this particular closeness made her heart leap up into her throat. Her skin was on fire and she could only pause for self-control. It was the smell of him being so near, it crackled in the air like dogwood burning on an open flame. The intensity skirted her being from his strong hold, yet it caressed her very soul; the stirring gale from his breath on her neck or a cool breeze on an otherwise searing, hot day. It was all of him.

    Darcy felt it too. It was pleasurable to watch her movements before, and it was all he could do not to drool. But now this! His senses were enflamed and he could only enjoy the ride. He bit down hard on his tongue to cease his thoughts and hands from further exploration. It was the smell of her being so close, it wafted in the air like a fog blanket on a cool morning and the softness of her frame called him to her, yet he was stilted in his desires. He wanted her, but something pulled him back from his carnal path.

    What am I doing?! "Is everything okay?" he whispered.

    "Y, Yes," she stammered. "Just trying to feel the changes. Now, left foot, right foot, left foot, pull back. Left foot, right foot, left foot, pull back."

    Elizabeth repeated this lesson until she could no longer stand it, then she switched up and faced him. They managed to get through this activity without any further deviations. The air was magnetic between them and both decided to make an early night of it.

    Elizabeth and Darcy reluctantly parted ways at the top of the stairs near his bedroom.

    Chapter 35 - Travel Lightly

    Posted on Thursday, 16 September 1999

    Monday, December 14, 1998 (Day 19)

    "Good morning!" she sang and sipped her coffee.

    "Good morning."

    "What shall we do today?"

    Darcy looked curiously at Elizabeth. "No more line dance lessons!"

    "No," she laughed. "My bunions can't take any more!"

    "Then we are agreed?" Elizabeth nodded. "Good! I think I embarrassed myself enough for one evening."

    "You did wonderfully and 2 outta 3 ain't too shabby."

    "Thank you, O Sensei," he smiled.

    "You are very welcome, Jeja." Elizabeth sipped her coffee, while Darcy fixed his plate. "Well, what are we going to do today?"

    "Well, I thought we'd finish dumping the stuff from the tantrum room."

    "Nope!"

    "What then?"

    "I thought we'd go into town."

    "But I thought... You said I was still recognizable."

    "Yes, but your beard is coming in nicely. You need a trim though." Darcy now had a full beard and mustache. "And there's a play that I want to see." She waved 2 tickets at him. "Do you like Shakespeare?"

    "Do I?!"

    "Much Ado About Nothing?"

    He smiled widely, but suddenly expressed doubt. "This isn't a high school rendition or something, is it?"

    "You'll see."

    "What time?"

    "I got us Matinee tickets, so we can hide out from the heat. A carnival is also up and about. Perhaps we can go there too."

    They talked happily about their plans. Elizabeth needed a diversion to stop her from checking her email and ICQ every 5 minutes. He's paying plenty of people big money to find his sister. It's fine if I just take one day off, right? Darcy just wanted to get out of the house!

    Elizabeth ran down the stairs with her supplies in hand: hair clippers, brush and comb. Darcy pulled his chair out from under the table.

    "You aren't going to cut my throat are you?"

    "Not right now, you've been a big help to me... so far."

    "I was just worrying, I mean, wondering," he laughed.

    "Hold still!" she yanked on his beard.

    "Ow!"

    Elizabeth clipped as much as she could around the sides, but the front and underneath were presenting a problem. She contemplated the situation for a moment, then without thinking of the consequences; she straddled him and tilted his chin upward.

    Sproooooi... It took all of Darcy's willpower to push down his desires and not look like a complete idiot in doing so. He swallowed hard, closed his eyes and thought of Caroline. That did it! What could have been a huge embarrassment was now shrunken and tucked away. Darcy kept a picture of Caroline in his head as Elizabeth's chest was nigh unto his lips.

    "There, that should do it."

    "What about my hair? It's too long!"

    "I normally don't like men with long hair, but..." she pulled it into a ponytail, "for now, it'll do."

    "But I'll look like a redneck for sure!"

    Elizabeth laughed. "Not a redneck, just a very hairy guy! With unruly curls to boot!"

    "I can fix that!" Darcy lifted her off his lap.

    Elizabeth furrowed her brow in doubt, no matter what she tried her hair never laid flat for any length of time. However, a chuckle spilled from her lips as Darcy ducked his head under the kitchen sink and turned on the water.

    Once fully wet, Darcy wrung it out and brushed it down. He placed a rubber band around the tail and braided the little piece.

    "Voila!" he profiled.

    "How... How did you learn to braid?"

    "Sometimes I did Gina's hair."

    Elizabeth smiled and shook her head; he amazed her with every new story.

    As they rode through Granbury in the pickup truck, Darcy was bewildered. What he had thought to be a town of country nothingness, was quite the opposite. There were hotels, several golf courses and a country club. There were historic markers and grand homes that were now bed and breakfasts. There were restaurants, shops, and businesses all housed in the native limestone of the region. He couldn't speak!

    As they rode up to the Granbury Opera House, Darcy had to blink twice just to make sure he wasn't dreaming.

    "Surprised?" smirked Elizabeth.

    "You don't know the half of it!" whispered Darcy.

    They both enjoyed the play. Darcy talked on and on about his amazement of the town in general and the fact that the play was indeed a very professional production. It was still early and Elizabeth thought it safe enough to venture toward the carnival. First they ate at a quaint little outside café then stopped off at an ice cream shop.

    At the carnival, Darcy wanted to go on the Ferris Wheel, but Elizabeth did not.

    "Come on?"

    "No."

    "Why not?" Elizabeth did not answer. "Are you scared?" Again, no reply. "You are!"

    "So what?!" she pouted. "So what... I'm afraid of heights! Big deal!"

    Darcy was not about to laugh at her; Elizabeth was not a woman to be afraid of much. "Okay."

    "How about the roller coaster?"

    "You won't get on a Ferris Wheel, yet you'll get on a roller coaster?"

    "Yes."

    "That doesn't make any sense."

    "The coaster is always in motion and you don't have time to be scared, just thrilled. But that thing," she pointed at the Ferris Wheel, "can leave you suspended at the top. Forever!"

    "Ah, I see."

    Darcy grabbed Elizabeth's hand and dragged her to the coaster before she changed her mind.

    Twilight set on the carnival, which brought the lights up. It was ethereal and magical and just plain beautiful.

    Elizabeth handed her cotton candy to Darcy as she drove off.

    He picked off a piece and popped it in his mouth. "I really had a nice time... Thank you," he smiled.

    She glimpsed him from the corner of her eye. When he smiled, it made all the difference. "You're welcome. I had a nice time too."

    They rode back in deep contemplation.

    There were several instances today, when he thought she would kiss him. When he caught her mouthing the words of the actors towards the end of the play; when she held onto him going uphill on the coaster; and when she screamed with joy after she won the little teddy bear at the quarter toss.

    There were several moments today, when she thought he might kiss her. When his eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store as the lights went down in the Opera House; when he put his arm around her as they walked out of the café; and when he gave her the huge polar bear he won at the basketball shoot-around.

    It was a totally relaxing afternoon.

    As they walked into the house, Elizabeth's cell phone was ringing off the hook. She forgot to bring it with her! Elizabeth dropped whatever she had in her hands and ran for it. As Darcy leaned in the doorway, she talked in code and quickly hung up.

    She made another cryptic phone call. "I'll meet you at the airport!" She hung up.

    Chapter 36 - Pack With Care

    Posted on Friday, 17 September 1999

    Darcy followed her down into the basement.

    "What's going on, Liz?" Elizabeth unlocked a closet. "Why do you have to leave so quickly?"

    "I got a lead on Sarah Young which more than likely means Wickham." Elizabeth quickly assessed the closet's contents; she selected a UHF transmitter, about the size of a cigarette pack, and a receiver. A solid and sturdy listening device that could be used from a mile away and that might come in handy.

    "Let me come with you?"

    "It's only a lead and I still don't know if he has Gina," she said absent-mindedly as she considered a telephone tap and digitizer, for transmitting phone conversations to a recorder.

    "Yeah right! If you didn't, you wouldn't be taking all that equipment," he pouted.

    Elizabeth dismissed the phone tap and accessories and closed the closet. "If he does have her, then you'll just be in the way."

    "I promise I'll stay back!"

    She looked doubtfully at him and locked the closet. "Or you might provide another means to an end." Darcy shook his head in confusion. "If he sees you, he just might kill you instead," she stated matter-of-factly.

    "I promise..."

    "I need you here, Will!" She grabbed a VHF beeper as a locating device (for the laymen, a Lo-Jack transmitter used to locate stolen vehicles) and a canister of teargas from on top of the closet. "I can't be worrying about you and try to do my job at the same time!"

    Darcy said nothing and followed her back up the stairs.

    Elizabeth checked her personal belongings clip: Driver's license, $500, American Express Card, passport. She checked her overnight bag: grappling hook, night goggles, Nunchakus, Ninja gear and throwing stars, a small dagger, amongst other things.

    "Where the hell are you going?!"

    She threw in the other stuff from the closet and zipped it up. "Mexico," was her cool response. Elizabeth brushed past him and went into the kitchen to finish up on her laptop.

    Darcy silently stewed, but worked quietly on the dinner. He knew she was right, but he just wanted to be there! He hated being on the sidelines or in the stands when the whole thing hinged around his family. Then it finally hit him; he no longer had control over his life. It was true! Someone else would either make him look heavenward for thanks or hell-bound for retribution. He hoped to God, it was the former!

    They ate with an intense and electrified air crackling around them. Not only was a strange breeze brewing inside, but, it had begun to storm like a woman scorned on the outside. Was this a foreboding sign? Darcy shuddered to think more on it and closed his mind to all outside noises.

    "Please be careful?" Darcy walked Elizabeth to the door.

    "I will."

    Darcy leaned down and placed a most tender kiss onto her cheek. Elizabeth trembled, fell slightly backwards into the door, and closed her eyes for the briefest of seconds. Just that soft whisper against her cheek was all that she had ever dreamt of and more!

    "Do you kiss all your investigators when they go off to bring down the enemy?" she smiled while trying to regain her composure.

    "No," he blushed. "But you are the only one I've lived with." Elizabeth blushed as Darcy took one of her hands in his. "Seriously. I worry every time you go out."

    "I come back though."

    "And I'm glad about that." Dramatic pause. "Liz, I want my sister back, but I don't want someone I... I don't want anyone I know to get hurt in the process."

    "I know and I'll be careful."

    Darcy nodded and let her hand go.

    "Try to relax while I'm gone." Elizabeth slung her bag over her shoulder, opened the door and ran out into the ugly night.

    Tuesday, December 15, 1998 (Day 20)

    In San Antonio

    "Here's where she was last seen," said Stan as he pointed to a place on the map. "But according to the locals she doesn't live there, she drives up from the south."

    "What's south?" asked Elizabeth.

    "Several little bean towns, but nothing worth living in, except Zaragoza."

    "Zaragoza?" asked the man. "Isn't that where the..."

    Stan winked at the man. "Yes, it is."

    "What?" asked Elizabeth.

    "Nothing that a young lady's ears should hear," answered Stan.

    "I get it," smirked Elizabeth.

    In Granbury

    "Relax she said!" Darcy paced as Bud watched. "Relax? How can I, knowing that she might be close to getting Gina back? Relax? You just tell me how I should do that?" he pointed at Bud accusingly. "How?" Bud yawned and put her paw over her eyes; it was obvious that she was not going to get any sleep tonight.

    It was nearly 3 a.m. and Darcy was exhausted yet anxious as he continued to berate whomever and curse no one. All he could think about was that they were so close; so close to kissing that he could feel her heat. His fantasies the night before were so real and now she had been snatched away, albeit to possibly rescue his sister, but someone else could have done that. Darcy decided that Elizabeth's profession would not be conducive to a relationship and he would ask her to cease and desist. I can't have my woman running around chasing thugs! His woman? How did he get from thoughts of pure physical pleasure to a relationship? Hmmm?

    Darcy sat and thought about it for a long time.

    Chapter 37 - I Come From A Land Down Under

    In Piedras Negras, Mexico (Just Across The Texas Border)

    Elizabeth patted her face, neck and arms with foundation. This was not something she wore normally; in fact she never wore makeup. She was pale by no means, but this slightly darker shade would recommend her to the local populace.

    "According to Eric, my friend at the Border Patrol, you should park behind the little motel right here," Stan pointed at a new map. "They won't mess with your car, if you tip 'em good."

    "I'll go in first," said the man. "Then you'll follow in the daylight."

    "Why not the other way around?" asked Elizabeth.

    "Less suspicious," answered the man. "They'll know I'm an American, but when they see you come in they'll think I'm just sneaking in trying to get a little native action."

    "Sounds good," agreed Elizabeth. I guess.

    "Channel 40 on the CB, right?" asked Stan.

    "Right."

    "Are we all set?" asked the man.

    "Yep!" answered Elizabeth.

    In Zaragoza, Mexico

    "A room, my friend."

    "Si Señor!" the clerk obliged. "That'll be 20 American Dollars, my friend."

    The man smiled. "You speak English?" The clerk nodded. "Where can I get good cup of coffee?"

    "I could bring it to you for 3 American Dollars," the clerk smiled.

    "Good!" The man pulled out a wad of bills and waited. "A room in the back would really suit me."

    "Si." The clerk fetched a room key. "Back rooms are 25 American Dollars."

    "Si," smiled the man. "Here's 2 days worth and 3 for my coffee. I'll let you know if I want to stay longer."

    They exchanged money for the key. The man walked out of the building, pulled Elizabeth's car around back, pulled out his garment bag and entered the room.

    Within a few minutes, the clerk knocked.

    "Who is it?"

    "Your coffee, Señor," he whispered.

    The man opened the door. "Thanks." The clerk stood in the doorway. "Is there something else?"

    "If you're looking for some action, I'm the man to ask."

    The man raised an eyebrow. "Come in."

    The clerk entered the room and closed the door behind him. "If you're the gamblin' type, I could come up with a few places. But you look more like a ladies man," he cleared his throat. "I could give you a few names, places..."

    "But it'll cost me, right?"

    "Si Señor," smiled the clerk. "100 American Dollars."

    "That's a bit steep... I think I'll pass."

    "All clean! Very clean! And the women..." the clerk whistled.

    "I'll pass."

    "Well, uh, for you, my friend, 75 American Dollars."

    "50."

    The clerk hesitated for only a moment. "You Americans all alike... always wantin' to bargain!"

    The man looked through his bag and pulled out a pen and paper. "Write it down. All of 'em. And put stars next to the high rollers. I don't want no dollar crap games or old toothless gray mares!"

    The clerk waited. The man pulled out his wallet. An exchange was made for information and money.

    "Thanks Señor! And enjoy!"

    In Granbury

    Darcy had fallen asleep at the kitchen table and still holding on to a mug of now surly coffee mixed with brandy. Bud wanted to eat and nudged Darcy until she was served.

    "Liz?!" Darcy mumbled, half-sleep. "Liz?" he reached for her and in the process knocked over his drink and its receptacle. Bud scrambled away as the clattering of porcelain on a linoleum floor woke Darcy completely. "Damn!" Darcy looked down. Elizabeth's favorite mug was now in pieces at his feet. He groaned out loud. "She's gonna kill me!"

    He struggled to his feet, hurriedly picked up the dripping broken pieces and tossed them into the nearby trash can. First, Darcy wiped up the mess with a wet cloth, then proceeded to get a mop, bucket and cleaning liquid and did the whole floor.

    Bud still had not been fed and voiced her displeasure as she pranced around the still wet floor making paw smears all over it. Darcy bit his tongue; this was no time to go ballistic. And it wasn't the dog's fault. He fixed Bud's bowls and sat back down at the table.

    After Bud was satisfied, Darcy fixed himself a sandwich. He would re-mop the floor before he took his shower.

    In Zaragoza

    After parking a beat up old Chevy, Elizabeth sauntered into the motel and stood seductively at the counter. The clerk leered hungrily at the sultry dark beauty in the red stretch mini dress and heels.

    "You got an American here?" she spoke in the native tongue.

    "Si." The clerk answered absently, thinking how much she might cost him for an hour or two.

    Elizabeth raised an eyebrow. "So?"

    "Room 7," he sneered. "Around back."

    "Gracias," she smirked and sashayed out the door.

    She knocked.

    "Who is it?"

    "It's me baby," she purred and scratched. The man opened the door and roughly pulled her inside. "Ooh baby, it's good to see you too!" she added for effect, just in case anyone was watching.

    In Granbury

    After his shower, Darcy walked around the house. Bored. He tried practicing his stances, but it was not the same without Elizabeth barking commands. He picked up the Frisbee and called for Bud, but the dog had other ideas; she was still miffed at being fed late. He went back into the kitchen.

    There was absolutely nothing to do! He could read, but he would still be bored. He could play records on the jukebox, but he had no partner. He could go fishing, but Bud was sure to stop him. He could...

    As Darcy contemplated his day, the laptop beeped. He lifted the screen and to his surprise, Elizabeth had neglected to password protect it. Hmmm? I could see what she's been up to, but what good would it do? He closed it carefully, as though he was being watched.

    In Zaragoza

    While they made love sounds, Elizabeth and the man whispered.

    "Did you find out anything?"

    "Nice dress," he smirked.

    "Shut up!" she hissed. "Did you find out anything?"

    "A few gambling joints and a brothel."

    "A brothel?"

    "The guy thought I was going to be lonely," he snickered.

    "What's so funny?"

    "Just thinking how I'd look bringing you into a brothel. All of the men would think you're a new girl and run for the sign-up sheet!"

    Elizabeth rolled her eyes. "So where do we start?"

    "I think we should start at this one. The guy at the front desk put 2 stars by it. Then we'll go down the list, if required."

    "Where are all these places?"

    "Not far from here."

    "Good! These stilettos are killing me!"

    "Relax. Unwind. Take your shoes off." Elizabeth relinquished her footwear unceremoniously into a corner. "Here, let me rub your feet."

    "Ooh! Oh my! Ahh!"

    To those who were possibly listening through the walls, the lovemaking seemed well in hand.

    Chapter 38 - It's Cheaper To Keep Her

    Posted on Saturday, 18 September 1999

    In Granbury

    Darcy sifted through the rest of the stuff in the tantrum room. It took him a little less than 2 hours and he boxed the clothes to be given away to a charity or some other foundation. After washing his clothes, fixing lunch and cleaning, Darcy went back to the jukebox. He put on a few records and listened sadly until sleep claimed him.

    In Zaragoza

    A knock on a big wooden door caused a sliding window to creak open.

    "Can I help you, Señor?" asked a husky male voice.

    "Yes, I was told that we might find some entertainment here."

    "What kind of entertainment?"

    "The kind with a poker face and snake eyes and money to burn."

    There was no code word or such that one might have suspected in such dark undertakings, instead a little witty banter to satisfy the proprietor that the one seeking sport and dissipation knew enough of what was inside.

    The door creaked open.

    "Welcome Señor, Señorita."

    "Thank you." The man and Elizabeth strode in. Their presence was barely noted by the miscellaneous participants. "How 'bout a drink?"

    "Si," smiled Elizabeth.

    As Elizabeth and the man scanned the crowd, they saw a disparate group of individuals, high and low, but there was no sign of Wickham, nor Sarah Young.

    One of Stan's men had painted a picture of this woman, provided by a third party. This third party had not been quite as adept to description, as he would have chosen; in his inebriated state Wickham was able to fleece nearly a thousand dollars during a friendly poker game with the help of his lovely accomplice.

    Elizabeth and the man ventured to another establishment.

    Wednesday, December16, 1998 (Day 21)

    In Zaragoza

    "That could be her," he whispered.

    "But where's he?" inquired Elizabeth as she sipped on her gin and tonic.

    The man shrugged and ordered another drink.

    Elizabeth made her way around the club, while the man was called over to take a newly vacated seat at a card table.

    "She's unavailable, my friend," whispered one of the card players. The man raised an eyebrow. "Believe me!' he chuckled. The man looked away. "Why do you want cold comfort when you got fire and brimstone over there?" The card player looked longingly at Elizabeth. "Unless you wanna tag team..."

    "Looks like somebody I once knew," offered the man. "That's all."

    "Yeah, that girl next door image gets us every time." The card player stopped, sipped his drink and studied his cards to make his next move. "The problem with that one is, she ain't friendly. No eye contact... Like she's hiding something. But I hear she's keeping a man," he winked. "A bit old for my tastes, but she'd do nicely... for awhile."

    The man nodded. "Older than I remember her. It's probably not Sarah. What would she be doin' down here, anyway?"

    "Sarah, you say? I think that's what they call her." The card player put down 2 cards and asked for 2 more. "Hey, why don't you call her over?"

    The man shook his head. "I think fire and brimstone might get a little pissed."

    The card player snickered. "I'd love a good cat fight!"

    "Yeah, but I don't want my heart cut out in my sleep either."

    "I hear ya!"

    The conversation halted as their concentration went back on the game.

    The man pocketed his meager winnings. "I thank you, gentlemen. A pleasure." He waved Elizabeth over. "Come here baby." Elizabeth sauntered over and put her arm through his. "My good luck piece," he presented her to the table.

    Elizabeth appeared to kiss him on the cheek, instead she bit him. The man grimaced and the others laughed.

    It was time to go back to the motel as the sun was prying through the dark-curtained windows.

    "Did you find out anything?"

    "Well, that one guy said her name might be Sarah... How about you?"

    "She doesn't seem to be friends with anybody in particular... But they say she hangs out there trying to drum up some business or something, when her man is otherwise occupied."

    "I heard."

    "She looks familiar though..." mused Elizabeth. "I just can't place her."

    "Well, I think she might be the one."

    "I think you're right, but what will we do if Wickham is in there tonight?"

    "It was pretty crowded in there. If he comes in, we'll duck out somehow."

    "It's too risky. Why don't I go by myself?"

    "They won't let you in!" he laughed. "It's a gentlemen's club. They'll just point you in the direction of the brothel."

    Elizabeth rolled her eyes as she walked into the bathroom.

    In Granbury

    He couldn't take it anymore; he had to know! Darcy flipped open Elizabeth's laptop, located his file and read every line. Yes, she had told him most of what he was reading, but she did leave some things out. He read on. Damn! Not finding anything of a real shock value, he moved onto her other files.

    Darcy recognized the name of Jarvis from a previous conversation, and opened that one first. He perused it and saw that the results of Elizabeth's investigation were not fruitful or satisfying. Just as he was about to go into another file, a downloading picture caught his eye. It was a wedding picture. He peered at, it was rather grainy but he swore he recognized the woman in the photo. He sat back in the chair. It bothered him and made the hair stand up the back of his neck. Why? He couldn't figure it out right now. Maybe he should come back to it.

    Darcy stood up, stretched, fixed Bud's bowls, brewed some more coffee, nibbled on some cheese and crackers. Thumbed through his photo album and looked sadly at the pictures of Georgiana... Then it hit him! It crashed down on him like a ton of bricks!

    "Oh my God!!!"

    Darcy immediately phoned Charlotte and told her the news. Charlotte advised that Elizabeth should be checking in with her later that night; they said their good-bye's and hung up.

    In Zaragoza

    Elizabeth and the man went back to the club. They made small talk and exchanged kisses for the benefit of the clientele. Soon enough, the man was called to a table to play poker. Elizabeth did as all the other girls did: she sat at the bar, or talked with the women, and every once in a while asked her benefactor for some money.

    Thursday, December 17, 1998 (Day 22)

    In Zaragoza

    As she sat at the bar, checking the door via the mirror on the back wall for all incoming, Elizabeth's eyes opened wide as Wickham strolled in. She quickly spun around and gave the signal to the man.

    "Excuse me gentleman, but this is my last hand."

    "You're not going anywhere with my money," slurred one card player while reaching into his jacket pocket.

    "Calm down," said another. "I bet his lady just gave him the high sign and now he has ants in his pants."

    They all laughed.

    "Still," slobbered the first card player. "He has some of my money."

    "I don't have that much of your money."

    "But this is a no-holds game and you don't leave the table until you don't have any money left or it's closing time," offered yet another player.

    Not wanting to cause any more of a commotion, the man played on. Elizabeth fumed. Two hours passed as Wickham was occupied at another table. For the life of him, the man could not loose a game! It was now near closing time. Elizabeth calmly walked over to the table as the man picked up his winnings and they slithered out the door.

    Once removed from the confines of the club, they hurried to their car and sighed of relief as they drove off into the quiet dawn.

    It was a little past noon and hotter than one could believe possible. You know... one of those days you don't dare even spit 'cause you fear you might dehydrate into dust. One of those glaring hot days that the air around you is visible, wavy and mesmerizing. One of those days where it's too hot to drink a cold glass of ice water. Not even the vultures would venture out to pick at dead animals on this day!

    Elizabeth stirred from the pangs in her belly. "I'm hungry."

    "Me too," grumbled the half-sleep man.

    "God, I could go for some McDonald's fries right now!"

    "Yuck!" he frowned.

    "Well?" asked Elizabeth.

    "I guess that's my cue to get up and get us something to eat." Elizabeth smirked as he shuffled out of the small bed and ran into the bathroom. "At your service, Madam."

    Elizabeth's heart sank as she remembered Darcy bowing impishly to her and saying those same words to her. She wondered what he had been doing these past few days. Had he cleaned her house from top to bottom? Had he been able to fill his day otherwise? Does he miss me?

    She was startled from her thoughts as the man ran out of the room to find food. Elizabeth went to the bathroom to shower and change.

    As she stepped out of the bathroom, all went black.

    Chapter 39 - Choke On This!

    Posted on Sunday, 19 September 1999

    WARNING: This chapter contains violence.

    Friday, December 18, 1998 (Day 23)

    In Zaragoza

    "I'm not giving up my bedroom for another bimbo!" she shrieked.

    "Shh! Calm down, baby. I'll take care of everything... don't I always?" he soothed.

    "Ever since you won this place, it's been brimming over with young girls."

    "Business baby, nothing more than that. Gotta keep the patrons happy and money flowin' in."

    "I know, but she's older than most of them... What are you planning to do with her?"

    "I don't know. She's definitely no whore 'cause she was with him. Maybe another ransom note... hmm? But, we'll have to get more drugs."

    "I did that this morning."

    "Did you mix them as well?"

    "Of course!"

    "That's my girl!" he kissed her chastely. "Sarah, my love, you're the best!"

    "I know it, you know it, so marry me?"

    "I told you... let me get that ransom money then we'll sail the seven seas."

    "Are you going to kill her?"

    He nodded. "Overdose..."

    "Both of them?"

    "Yep."

    Elizabeth heard this conversation through a closed door with a pounding headache and a queasy feeling in her gut. Remnants of sunlight streaked through a hole in the filthy white window shade on the far wall. She kept her eyes closed as the faint smell of chloroform on her mouth gag crept up her nostrils. How long have I been here?

    "Then put her in the next room with Gina."

    Elizabeth's eye shot open. She tried to sit up but found that her hands were cuffed to the headboard. Through her nausea, she pushed and pulled, quietly working to free herself. If only she could get to that little dagger in her shoe!

    "I'll do that, just as soon as she wakes up. Now go upstairs and make sure all the girls are up and preparing for the evening."

    The door creaked and Elizabeth closed her eyes to pretend sleep. Soon enough, she felt a hand caress her face; her eyes flew open.

    "Glad you're up," he smiled, turned on the light and closed the door. "Before we get started, let me introduce myself..." He leaned down and kissed her roughly, she tried to move her head but his hands held her still. "Umm, tasty," he licked his lips and spit out tiny threads of the cloth that covered her mouth. "George Wickham. Nice to meet you." Elizabeth glared. "Don't worry, I'll return you... once I've had my fun that is." He smiled again.

    Elizabeth screamed in muffled abhorrence and writhed in disgust as she struggled; unsure of what had happened since her capture.

    "That won't do you any good, beautiful. You might choke on it," he laughed. Then he turned around and loosened the binds on her feet.

    Before he could turn back around to her, Elizabeth had snapped the headboard in half, crisscrossed her arms and wrapped the handcuff chain around his neck. "Choke on this!!!" she sneered through her gag and squeezed.

    Instinctively Wickham tried to grab the restricting chain around his neck, but that was not working out. Now, in his desperation, his hands sought out something... anything; he grasped for an entity he had yet to understand or appreciate, his life. He reached behind and tried to his best to pummel, scratch, and gouge at her face. Elizabeth squeezed tighter and tighter with every ounce of strength she had or ever will have.

    After a few more minutes of struggle, Wickham fought no more. Elizabeth uncertain of his demise, gave one last hearty tug, and was satisfied with no resistance from the now limp form.

    Carefully unwrapping her arms from around Wickham's neck, she lay him down on the bed, as though he were asleep. Elizabeth untied the gag around her mouth and tied his, then she bound his feet to the footboard using those that had bound hers, tore the bed sheet and tied his hands together then connected that with the binds of his feet. She hurriedly put herself back in some order.

    She clandestinely crept out of the room, closed the door behind her and looked down the darkened hallway. She could not see a thing, so she felt around the walls until she felt a door. She tried the knob and found that it was unlocked. She thought she heard a noise in the distance and ducked into the room.

    With her eyes slowly becoming accustomed to the darkness, she thought she saw a figure cowering in the corner.

    "Gina?" she whispered. A faint sniffle led Elizabeth closer to the sound. "Gina?" A whimper this time. "I'm here to get you out, but you've got to be quiet, okay?" Something that sounded more like a sigh of relief spewed forth and Elizabeth reached for her.

    Elizabeth untied her as best as she could with the constricting darkness and her unyielding handcuffs. She pulled Georgiana to her feet, only to find her wobbly and unstable. Elizabeth threw her arms around her and hoisted her onto her left shoulder. It would be difficult enough to get around with bound hands, but carrying dead weight was another thing!

    Elizabeth opened the door and quickly assessed the situation with her newly found sight. Over on the far wall was a small window, too high up and it seemed to lead to the front of the house. Nearest to them were stairs leading up to the main floor, that she dismissed as the ultimate risk and last resort. There was yet another room that she had not tried. Elizabeth labored over to it and opened the door. It was a wine cellar, or at least it used to be, with a wooden door towards the back. She nearly ran to the door, but with the uneven weight decided it better to conserve her energy. She eagerly unlocked it, only to be met by another iron-barred door. Damn! She did not have her equipment with her. Elizabeth frantically looked around and found another set of steps probably leading upstairs, but more than likely to a back room, a kitchen maybe. This one she would try.

    Carefully, she tiptoed upward, perspiring profusely and wearily wary. Elizabeth sat at the top step to listen and rest. Hearing no sound, she quietly and hesitantly opened the door. It was a bedroom! There was a large window on the back wall. That will do nicely!

    As Elizabeth was about to step out, she heard voices and a door open and close. She quickly pulled the door to a small slit to listen and watch.

    "I'm going to check up on George."

    "He's still downstairs?"

    "Yes. He's probably breaking in the new girl. But I want you to fix up Lila, she looks awful."

    "She's new and scared to death."

    "So? She's a runaway and should've thought about that before she left the comforts of home."

    "Okay, I'll just go get my kit."

    "And I'll send Lila."

    Elizabeth heard the door open and close once more. She stepped out and headed for the window. Suddenly someone came back into the room. Oh no! She was caught. A gasp and a scream followed. Elizabeth lunged toward the girl, punched her in the face with both hands, locked the other door and ran back to the window, all with Georgiana on her shoulder.

    Frantic knocking alerted her to her dire straits.

    "Sue?! Sue?!" they called. "Open up!"

    Another scream was heard downstairs. More banging, hurried footsteps, yelling... It was all happening at once!

    Elizabeth looked around and saw a small table; she shifted Georgiana securely on the left shoulder, picked it up and threw it against the window. Just as she was clearing the glass from the sill, the door was kicked open and two people entered. A gun was fired, primarily to ward off the intruder, as the shooter was not skilled in weaponry, nor capable of harming a fly. But, Elizabeth lost her balance in the chaos and fell one story down to the ground. She still had the presence of mind to protect Georgiana and reflexively put her body in a position to absorb the impact.

    In spite of herself, Elizabeth had to laugh. Falling into a mound of glass did nothing to dampen her spirits. It was an adrenaline rush! She pushed Georgiana off of her body, sat on her knees, brushed some glass from her shirt as best she could, and hoisted her on her shoulder again.

    As she stood... CRACK! ... the cold hard reality of a lead pipe struck her across her back and right shoulder. She stumbled forward against a fence. CRACK! There it was again, this time more towards the head than the shoulder, instinctively though Elizabeth turned slightly and raised her arms to ward off the next blow. CRACK! Falling forward with the weight of two people; the fence came tumbling down and she and Georgiana upon it.

    Mechanically, Elizabeth went into action, regardless of the blood flowing down her neck or the awful pain in her forearm. She flipped over Georgiana's body, untangling them, stood up and lunged toward the attacker, all in one smooth motion. The surprised attacker dropped her weapon and stumbled backwards. Elizabeth double kicked high. That move flung her opponent across the yard and knocked her unconscious in flight. She went in for the kill, Elizabeth turned over the girl and a split second before she destroyed her, she saw her face. Elizabeth gasped as recognition set in; those same blue eyes that haunted her ever since she was in Alpine at the Jarvis'. Sarah Young was Sarah Jarvis! Elizabeth's hesitance saved that woman's life. Another mystery solved, but that would all have to wait until Georgiana was safe from harm's way. With exigency, Elizabeth turned, ran, stopped to pick up Georgiana and headed for the motel; if she could find it, and no one else barred her way.

    In Granbury

    Darcy had lost his mind! He had been pacing for the last 4 days and worn a groove in the floors between the front and back porches. Even Bud was lackadaisical and sullen. But these last 2 days were the worst! Elizabeth had not called nor had she left word with Charlotte. He was sick with worry and all sorts of other conflicting emotions. Darcy could not eat or sleep; he decided that when Elizabeth came back, he would never let her go out again.

    He stood staring at the cell phone, willing it to ring.

    On this notable day, in this particular hour, at this specific moment, it rang. Darcy startled and blinked in uncertainty. It rang again!

    Chapter 40 - Midnight Rendezvous

    Posted on Monday, 20 September 1999

    In shock Darcy picked it up and flipped it on. "Liz?!"

    "It's Char..."

    "Have you heard anything?!"

    "Lizzy found Gina!"

    There was silence. Darcy had digested and regurgitated that bit of news in a furious flash. He felt sick to his stomach and the utmost joy at the same time. He wished to run, to jump, but his legs would not move.

    "Will, did you hear me?!"

    He wanted to cry, to laugh, but his head pounded feverishly and his free-flowing blood rushed through his body and flooded his senses.

    "They're both okay."

    Upon his hearing the last statement, the blood stopped coursing through his veins, he slumped to the floor and a gush of air was forced out of him. With it came a torrential rain of tears and a solitary sob.

    Charlotte put her hand to her mouth to stifle her own cries and to let her friend express all he felt, in silence.

    It took a while, but he finally calmed down. "Where are they?" he croaked.

    "San Antonio... Wilford Hall Medical Center."

    "I'll be there as soon as I can!"

    He threw the phone carelessly on the counter and ran to the shed. Bud followed happily. Absentmindedly, Darcy flung open the shed doors, grabbed the keys, jumped into the truck, turned on the ignition, and put it in gear. He could make it in 5 hours, if he could find the highway, if he wasn't pulled over, if Bud would stop barking and get the hell out of the way... Bud! He slammed on the brakes.

    "Damn!" Darcy exclaimed as he pushed full force on the horn; Bud responded stalwart and vicious in her reply. Darcy slammed his fists against the steering wheel. He, again, blew the horn furiously, but Bud remained in front of the truck. "Damn! Damn!! Damn!!!"

    After a few agonizing moments, Darcy removed himself from the truck and ran back into the house to find something... Anything! Maybe he could coax Bud with some liver snacks... Doubt it! Maybe he could coax Bud into the house and lock her up... Cruel, but still a plan! I might just have to kill that damn dog...

    "Will!" Darcy heard a distant voice and spun around frantically. "Will!" There it was again! "Will!"

    He ventured near the phone and realized that Charlotte was still on it. "Charlotte, Bud won't let me go!"

    "I know! Lizzy said to put her on the phone..."

    "What?!"

    "Put Bud on the phone!"

    Darcy could not fathom what this ludicrousness was all about, but he did what was asked and called for the dog.

    Bud barked at the voice, then whined and nodded as she listened. After the conversation, she ran out the door.

    Darcy put the phone to his ear. "Charlotte what was that all about?"

    "I told her that both of you would be coming to pick me up."

    "Liz! Oh God, oh God, Liz! Thank you! How are you? Thank you, thank you, thank you..."

    "Thank me later. Just get down here!"

    "Okay!"

    "And take the phone with you!"

    "Okay!"

    Darcy flipped the phone off and ran out of the house. Bud was waiting in the rumble seat of the truck.

    Saturday, December 19, 1998

    In San Antonio

    "Down here, Will!" called Charlotte as Darcy ran frantically through the hospital ward.

    They embraced.

    "Where is she? How is she?" he panted.

    What the...?! "Um, she's gonna be all right."

    "Can I see her? I have to see her."

    "She's sleeping now." Charlotte had to turn away; never had she seen Darcy looking like a bedraggled mountain man! If this was not such a tense moment, she might have been tempted to laugh in his face.

    "I need to see her."

    Charlotte nodded and they walked a few doors down to Georgiana's room. Darcy quietly opened the door and gasped when he saw all the tubes and monitors. His knees felt weak and he stumbled forward. Charlotte held his arm to steady him. The strength that was left in his legs propelled him to her bedside.

    "Gina," he whispered. "Gina..." his voice cracked as he kissed her forehead. "I'm sorry!" Darcy knelt by the bed, grabbed her hand and kissed it. "I'm sorry!" He wept uncontrollably into the sheets.

    Charlotte waved to the attending nurse, who gently closed the door behind them. They remained outside the room giving brother and sister a few private moments.

    Chapter 41 - Shock Absorbers

    At length, Darcy emerged from the room and sought out his friend. "What happened to her?"

    "I'm not sure. They're examining her stomach contents in the lab." Darcy had to sit down. "When she was brought in, she was... incoherent."

    "Drugs?"

    Charlotte nodded.

    "Who did this?" he spat.

    "Wickham."

    Darcy may have shot up from his seat, but his legs betrayed him a moment later; he plummeted back into the chair with a thud. Not a word was uttered from his mouth because his brain had decided at that moment that it was best to be shut down.

    Charlotte did not offer anything further either. Fitz said he would handle it, now where is he?!

    Her prayers were answered soon enough; the Colonel was hurrying down the hallway.

    "Will!" Darcy only blinked as his cousin pulled him up out of his chair and hugged him. "Will?" he inquired as Darcy slid back into the chair. The Colonel looked at Charlotte and wordlessly asked a question, she nodded, and he frowned. The Colonel sat down in the empty chair on the other side of Darcy.

    At length, Darcy finally woke up from his trance. "Is he dead or alive?"

    "They got him..." answered the Colonel. "Don't worry about it."

    "Then I'll assume he's alive... Good!" whispered Darcy. Both Charlotte and the Colonel peered uneasily at each other. "He must suffer. He must pay."

    No one said anything. One ground his teeth to bite down his contempt, the other two had already been there for hours and required nothing more than levity. Both Charlotte and the Colonel silently mused over the change in Darcy's appearance. They could not look at each other for fear of laughing out loud. Instead they rejoiced in the fact that all was well with their loved ones and happiness was just around the bend.

    An hour passed and the doctor came up.

    "I have good news." Charlotte and the Colonel stood up. "We've found the drug types, etc., and I've written up..." The doctor stopped in mid-sentence as she noticed Darcy.

    "Doctor Knightley, this is Will Darcy, Georgiana's brother."

    Darcy nodded and the doctor nodded back.

    "As I was saying, I've written up the treatments and they're being administered as we speak."

    The fog had lifted. "Thank you, Emma." Darcy stood up and held out his hand. "I really appreciate your efforts."

    "No problem Will," she shook it and smiled. "I'm glad I was here." Dr. Knightley grabbed his face. "What's with all this?" she laughed.

    Darcy blushed. "I know I must look like Grizzly Adams, but there's a good explanation for it." The doctor, Charlotte and the Colonel burst out with laughter. "Not that I'm going to explain it to any of you!"

    After the laughter had died down, they talked more calmly about Georgiana's situation.

    "Now, if you don't mind, I've got to make a last check on Georgiana and get back downstairs so I can get out of here."

    "Thanks again, Emma." Darcy embraced her.

    "It's my job Will. But you're welcome. Doctor Eleanor Dashwood is assigned as her regular physician while she's here."

    He let her go. "Why not you?"

    "I'm Emergency, remember? And she's very good. Don't worry?"

    Darcy nodded. "Okay."

    "I like what I do but I am eternally grateful to turn patients over to a regular physician, unlike Dr. Willoughby," she sniffed. "He interferes with the other doctors, changes medications, etc. You'll have to watch him."

    "And how is our other patient?" asked Charlotte.

    "According to Doctor Willoughby, she's sound asleep now. And probably not too happy about it," chuckled Dr. Knightley.

    "Liz?!" questioned Darcy. They all nodded. "Good God what happened?!"

    "She's pretty bruised up and..."

    "Well, where is she?!" Darcy bolted aimlessly down the hallway. "How come no one told me?!"

    Charlotte and the Colonel ran after him, while the doctor went into Georgiana's room. Neither answered as they pulled him onto an elevator.

    "How bad is she?" he asked as Charlotte pushed the 4th floor.

    "Not bad..." offered the Colonel; Charlotte looked away.

    Darcy looked hopefully at the Colonel as they stepped off the elevator. "Where's her family?'

    They walked down to the end of hallway, Charlotte leading the way.

    "Mr. Bennet's here somewhere... They may have given him a room to sleep in. Jane is on her way while Charles stays with the kids." Charlotte peeked in the room to make sure her friend was decent and then stepped aside. "She's definitely asleep," she whispered.

    "I'll just go in for a minute." Darcy closed the door behind him. Guided by the moonlight through open blinds, he crossed over to her bed and pulled up a chair. As she was facing the window, he stroked the hair from her face. "Liz... Thank you," he whispered as a tear rolled faintly down his cheek. "Thank you. I'm not sure what you did, but I am forever grateful..."

    "Will?" she mumbled.

    "I, I'm here."

    Elizabeth could not move or see; she felt numb. "Will?"

    "I'm here Liz." Darcy continued to tenderly move more strands of curls away from her face. "Oh my God!" he gasped at the sight and nearly fell out of his chair. "Oh God, Liz! What happened?!"

    "...few ... bruises... all." Her mouth was dry, her lips cracked, and that was all she could say.

    Elizabeth was cognizant of some of her injuries.

    "Just a few..."

    Darcy had to look away to collect himself. He swallowed hard. "How are you feeling?"

    "Groggy."

    "I'm not going to stay long... I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

    "How's Gina?"

    "The doctor says she'll recover."

    "Good!"

    Nothing else was said between them. Darcy watched as Elizabeth went back to sleep, then he left her room as quietly as he came.

    Darcy walked past Charlotte and the Colonel and nodded for them to follow. They walked onto the elevator, the doors closed, Darcy pushed the button, the elevator doors opened, and they walked towards the cafeteria in an eerie silence.

    After Darcy grabbed a few things to eat from the vending machine, he joined them at a table in the corner. "Tell me exactly what happened," he stated more calmly than he felt.

    "Well..." spoke Charlotte and the Colonel in unison.

    "Lizzy and I were working together!" blurted the Colonel.

    Shock crossed his face, then a scowl a moment later. "I don't see any scars on you!" sneered Darcy.

    The Colonel stiffened; he had never fumbled a case like he had done with this one. And he truly did not like to be reminded of such folly. He sighed aloud and told the story. "... and she made it back to the hotel... I was just waking up from a splitting headache."

    Darcy was white as a ghost, yet red as the devil! But that did not stop him from speaking or pounding on the unstable Formica. "Where were you?!"

    "I was attacked from behind, you know?!" defended the Colonel. Darcy bit his lips and said no more. "I got them into the car, called on the CB for help and drove us to the border."

    "I just can't believe you didn't try to find them!!!"

    "As I said..." The Colonel gulped and swallowed his pride. "I can't apologize enough..."

    "Will," soothed Charlotte. "She's alive."

    "Barely!" he spat.

    "She will be all right," defended Charlotte.

    Darcy glared and sneered at his cousin. "You'd better hope so!" And with that he stormed out of the cafeteria.

    Chapter 42 - Dementia

    Posted on Tuesday, 21 September 1999

    "Bud," said Darcy as he walked her around the parking lot. "Lizzy's all right." Bud bounced and pranced. "She's a little bruised up..." he bristled at the thought, "... but she's okay." Bud barked. "Let's get you something to eat, okay girl?" Bud barked again and lunged for the truck.

    Once Darcy found an open-all-night store and Bud was properly fed, he had time to think. It was, indeed, the first time in 5 days that he felt at peace to do so. No, he was not going to release anymore tears, for this was a time for action.

    First and foremost was Georgiana; she was out of the woods as far as her health was concerned; all he had to do was wait on further prognosis on the state of her mental capacity from the doctor. He had stopped by her room right after he left the Colonel and Charlotte; the good doctor was already on duty. Doctor Dashwood had the perfect bedside manner and Georgiana was speedily responding to the treatments. All was going well on that front.

    Then there was Elizabeth. What was he going to do about her? Darcy was not quite sure of his plans, but he must do something.

    Bud jumped back up in the bed of the truck. Darcy sped off to feed his hunger pains.

    As Darcy walked up to the hospital entrance, Mr. Bennet was standing there rubbing his temples; he was, at present, wholly enraged and entirely confounded.

    "Has something happened?!"

    "No, son, they're both fine. Fine." Darcy sighed aloud. "I was just out here trying to find some control."

    "I'm sorry, Mr. Bennet. If I had known..."

    "It's not your fault, Will. Lizzy would've done it her way, anyway."

    "She'll have the best care money can buy. The best surgeons... I'll see to it personally."

    "I don't doubt that. My concern is what will happen after she recovers completely."

    "You think she'll go back out?"

    "She's stubborn and pig-headed." Mr. Bennet exhaled deeply. "Will, parents aren't supposed to stay awake at night worrying about their children... wondering if they'll get the dreaded phone call in the middle of the night. Retirement is supposed to be relaxing, but there's no way I can do that when my daughter is out in the world wrestling with the devil's spawn."

    "Well, it may surprise you to know that she is considering retiring in a few years... I think this adventure may push that to the forefront."

    Mr. Bennet looked hopeful and equally doubtful. "I hope you're right, Will. I really do."

    They walked into the hospital.

    "I checked on Gina while you were out. She's coming around nicely."

    "Thank you. The doctor thinks she might be able to go to a clinic in a few days..."

    "I hadn't heard that. That's good news!" Mr. Bennet patted Darcy on the shoulder. "Good news, indeed!"

    Darcy nodded. "I'm torn between having her cared for at home or the clinic, though."

    "Of course, you want her with you... to know she's reachable at any given moment. But try to take yourself out of the formula. If the best care is at the clinic, then provide her round-the-clock security and take a room either there or as close as possible. If the same care can be given at home, then there's your answer."

    "You're right. I'll talk to Dr. Dashwood again after I see Gina." Mr. Bennet nodded in agreement. "Are you going to Liz's room right now?"

    "Yes."

    "I'll meet you over there then."

    They parted as elevator doors opened.

    "Will, can we..."

    "It would be best if you let me be for a while, Fitz."

    Darcy pushed past his cousin, entered his sister's room and closed the door behind him.

    Jane had never seen her sister in such a state. One nurse was holding her down as another nurse administered the injection.

    "It's probably shock from the loss of blood," assured one of the nurses. Jane nodded.

    Within minutes, a calmer Elizabeth dazedly rolled her eyes toward her sister. "Jane," she whispered. "When did you get here?"

    "About an hour ago," smiled Jane.

    "Why didn't somebody wake me?"

    "We tried, but you were not in the best of moods."

    "I hate this!"

    "I know."

    "Where's Papa?"

    "Getting us something to eat."

    "Where's Will?"

    "With Gina."

    "Where's Charlotte?"

    "Grilling the prisoners, I suppose."

    "They got 'em?"

    "Yes."

    "Both of them?"

    "Yes."

    "Good!" Elizabeth promptly went to sleep.

    Jane sat and watched her until their father came back in the room.

    "How is she?"

    "Calm, now."

    "I couldn't watch," he shuddered.

    "I know," lamented Jane.

    They sat quietly.

    "Sir, I'm sorry, but I can't give out her room number. Only family is allowed to see her."

    "What the...?!" Stan bellowed.

    "Now Stan..." admonished Mabel. "We can page Clarence. He'll come down and sign us in."

    "Mabel..." he huffed and sighed in one continuous breath. "Always the voice of reason, ain't ya?" Stan chastely kissed his wife on the cheek, then turned back to the reception nurse. "Can you page Clarence Bennet, please?"

    "I can do that."

    "Clarence!"

    "Stanley!" The two men hugged in companionable solace. "Hello there, Mabel!" They embraced.

    "How's my girl?" asked Stan.

    Mr. Bennet shrugged his shoulders. "We're not really sure."

    "Why?"

    Darcy nodded to his cousin. "Follow me."

    They walked through the hospital in silence. Darcy opened the door to the truck, grabbed Bud's collar and helped her down. They walked around the parking lot with the Colonel in their wake.

    "You wanted to talk?"

    "Yes. I'm sorry Will." Darcy stopped and turned to face the Colonel. "I must've been pegged... That's the only way I can explain it." Darcy stared unconvinced. "Lizzy's forgiven me, why can't you?"

    "I'm sure I will... someday. Just not right now."

    "I understand."

    "You couldn't possibly understand!!" growled Darcy. "How could you..."

    "Do you know how many times I've kicked myself?! There's nothing I'd like better than for someone to beat me to a pulp, right now! I've let my family down! I've let my friends down! My profession! Myself!" The Colonel trembled in rage, frustration, and self-doubt. "If I said anything more than I'm sorry for damn near 200 miles, I can't even remember!!" Darcy stood, unmoved by the display. "Write me off if you want to! Never speak to me again! Fire me! I can't do anything more but apologize!"

    Darcy looked upon his cousin in contemptuous disappointment; the Colonel walked away.

    Chapter 43 - Funeral Plans

    Posted on Thursday, 23 September 1999

    "What are you doing up?"

    "Just wondering where you were," smiled Georgiana as Darcy kissed her on her forehead.

    "Walking the dog."

    "Walking the dog? You got me a dog?"

    He laughed. "No. Liz has a dog, a big dog named Bud."

    "Why is the dog at the hospital?"

    "It's a long story," he chuckled.

    "Well?"

    Darcy told Georgiana everything, well almost everything that happened in the last 3 weeks or so. Her expressions and laughter throughout the story showed her vast improvement.

    "Where is she?"

    "She's on the 4th floor..." Darcy looked away. "...and she's badly bruised."

    "Can I see her?"

    "I'll see if it's okay. In fact I'm going to check on her in a minute."

    "Mr. Bennet came to visit me."

    "I know. I saw him outside."

    "Nice man."

    Darcy nodded.

    "Is her sister here yet?"

    "I'm not sure." Darcy stood up to leave. "Has Charlotte been to visit you yet?"

    "No."

    "I'll call her and see when she's coming by. I want to be here when..." Darcy left the rest unsaid.

    Georgiana nodded sadly. "Okay."

    "Stan! Mabel!" cried Elizabeth.

    "Lizzy!" exclaimed Mabel. "Oh my God, what happened?!" Mabel was afraid to embrace her pretend daughter, instead she sat down beside her.

    "Oh dear Lord, Lizzy!" cried Stan. "If I had known..."

    "I'm fine."

    "Are you? Really?" asked Stan as he sat on the other side of the bed.

    "Yes."

    "I just never imagined my baby girl would end up like this." Stan just shook his head as he choked on his words.

    "Professional hazards," she tried to smile.

    "Bull!" he huffed.

    "Stanley Ignatius Weston!" admonished Mabel.

    "Sorry, dear heart." Stan hung his head and grabbed Elizabeth's hand. "Lizzy, I..."

    "No need to apologize." Tears fell unbidden. "I could've done some things differently..."

    "Lizzy," soothed Mabel as she stroked Elizabeth's other hand. "Don't be so hard on yourself. In his younger days, Stan would've done something equally dangerous or worse."

    "I care about ya, Lizzy. You're the best student I ever had, but I won't be able to sleep at night..."

    "Shh," whispered Mabel. "She's asleep."

    They sat quietly and watched Elizabeth sleep, fitfully, sweat oozing from her pores.

    "Liz, are you... Oh, excuse me, I didn't know she had visitors."

    "She's asleep and we were just keeping an eye on her while Clarence called home and Jane rests. I'm Mabel Weston," she stuck out her hand, "and this is my husband Stan."

    "Nice to meet you," he shook the woman's hand then the man's. "I'm Will Darcy."

    "So, you're Will Darcy, eh? How's ya sister?" asked Stan.

    "Better thanks." Darcy raised an eyebrow. "Are you family?"

    "Yes and no. Lizzy came to work for me 'round 3 years ago."

    "She's like our own daughter," Mabel sighed.

    "How so?"

    "Well..." Stan and Mabel told Darcy their entire acquaintance with Elizabeth in as brief a tale as possible and barely above a whisper.

    "I didn't put two-and-two together. Liz told me some of her stories," he chuckled and looked in admiration at Elizabeth's sleeping form, "but in a different spin."

    "That my Lizzy..." chuckled Stan, "always weaving tales."

    "I can't believe you all are talking about me like I'm dead." Elizabeth laughed as she tried to sit up.

    "Here honey, let me help you." Mabel patted and pushed the pillows behind her. "How's that?"

    "Fine thanks." Elizabeth looked at the faces around her. "Well?"

    "Well what?" asked Stan.

    "Is that all you're going to say about me at my funeral?" she smiled. "I'll just have to do better in my next life!"

    No one else smiled; in fact they paled enough to be seen clear through.

    "Lizzy! How morbid!" cried Mabel.

    "I'm sorry. I just wanted to..."

    "That's all right dear." Mabel patted Elizabeth's hand again. "Are you hungry?"

    "Did you bring some food with you?"

    "No."

    "Then I'm not hungry. Hospital food bites," Elizabeth wrinkled her nose.

    "Well, I've got just the thing for you." Darcy pulled a fast food bag from atop the bed next to Elizabeth's. "They're a little cold, but I thought you might like some French fries."

    "McDonald's!" Elizabeth nearly lunged at him; Darcy willingly gave up the bag to her ravenous one-handed grabbing. "You remembered!"

    While Elizabeth greedily tucked into the bag, Stan and Mabel bid their fondest adieus.

    "Stan," Darcy closed the door behind him. "I didn't have the opportunity to thank you for your help in finding my sister." Darcy held out his hand. "Thank you seems so inadequate."

    Stan shook it and patted Darcy's shoulder. "You're welcome. I'm just glad she's okay. Both of 'em."

    "Me too." They all walked further down the hallway. "Are you coming back tonight?"

    "Don't know. I gotta go back down to the police station."

    Darcy breathed in deeply. "How about tomorrow?"

    "We'll be here."

    "Good. My sister's much improved and I'd like for you to meet? You too, Mabel."

    "We'd be happy to," smiled Stan.

    "See you then."

    They parted ways after the elevator doors opened.

    Darcy peered into the room. Elizabeth lay with her back to him and facing the window.

    "Liz?"

    "Yes, Will?"

    "I didn't disturb your rest, did I?" No answer. He sat down in the chair by her bed. "I wanted to... I..." There was so much he wanted to say. "I'm sorry."

    "For what?"

    "For everything. I just want you to know that you'll have the best care possible. Whatever you need, I'll make sure it happens. Whatever you want, I'll make sure..."

    "Will."

    "Yes, Liz?"

    "I need you to shut up so I can sleep."

    He smiled as she smiled. "I can do that too."

    Darcy watched as Elizabeth slept. For nearly 2 hours, he recounted their 3-week cohabitation: the trepidation, the arguments, the disclosures, the consolations, the friendship, the laughter, the fun, the teasing, the discoveries, the revelations, the kinship. Through it all, he remembered her indigo eyes that betrayed her true feelings and her beautiful face, unscathed.

    At length, Darcy stood up from his chair, took a good long look, kissed her on her cheek, and left to sit with his sister.

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