Dimensions

Thou shall not steal

He pulls on another black shirt and grabs her by the arm, dragging her out the door.

"Where are we going?" She rips her arm out of his grasp.

She hates to be manhandled. They go through the brick door and into the world outside the walls.

"We're going to A house," he bluntly leaves off.

"Where?"

"Somewhere nobody will find us," He mumbles at her as they blend into the crowd of people walking on the sidewalk.

"Where James?" Cassandra's command almost proper.

"Not safe," He replies just as angry and undecided as before.

Cassandra spots the subway and begins walking in that direction when suddenly a hand clamps on her shoulder.

"No, dark places aren't exactly safe," James clarifies.

"So how are we getting there then?"

"This is going to sound bad...since I'm a protector and everything, but I have to steal a car."

Thou shall not steal.

"Actually, that sounds like a whole lot better sin than killing someone," She gives him a small smile, and he returns with a smirk.

"Ya, well, God's been saving my ass for a long time now."

Cassandra looks ahead and spots a parking garage. There's no one in sight in the lit office, so it's a chance.

"What do you see?" James leans into her and pulls her closer to him.

Cassandra's breath caught in her throat as soon as she could feel his breath on her skin.

"Parking garage, to the left of us, abandoned stations."

"Good, good, we're going to walk along the side of it and slip into the gap between that floor and the next, okay?"

It was of course a rhetorical question, they were doing that regardless of what she said.

They cross the road and walk along side the tall parking garage. His hand wanted to reach out for hers and tell her everything was going to be fine. But, he can't, bylaws. He looks up to the sky picturing God's face looking down at him, all of them.

"Why God? Why am I forbidden from something so great? So...Good?" his thoughts run wild with these questions.

"Come on, no body's watching," Cassandra wakes him from the questioning.

She slides between the cracks and her feet land on top of a blue car's hood, that's going to scratch. Cassandra waits as James slides down beside her on the hood.

"Now we need to—"

James's voice was cut off by on coming headlights. He automatically pulls Cassandra down on the hood and lays his body over top of hers. The smell of her perfume intoxicating his thoughts and all his beliefs. Cassandra stays down and let's a long breath go as she feels a little flushed he's on top of her. James knows that by now the car is gone, but he didn't want to move, at least not yet.

His nose burrowed into her neck and breathed in once more. A faint breath was escaping her lungs.

"James... please," Her voice pleading him to continue.

"Restraint, James, restraint," He tells himself in his head.

"Cass, we have to get moving."

He rolls off her and gets to the drivers side door, leaving her breathless on the hood. A million thoughts running through her head as he breaks the lock and gets in the Sudan.

"Get in Cass, we have to leave," He softly says.

His eyes flashing green, but he brightness hasn't dulled one bit, it's grown intense and there's a resistance in the deep center. Cassandra climbs off the hood and gets into the passenger's side, buckling up.

"Was that real?" She ponders herself, "Was it even remotely possible?"

James hot wires the car and puts it in reverse as soon as it roars to life.

Cassandra can't seem to get over what just or may have happened. He could've kissed her...He could've made her heart race.

"Here we go," He sighs as they drive out of there and onto the road for the long journey ahead.