Ariana Imagines

#80: The Story

(AN): Second part to Imagine #78: A Story to Tell

   "You too, I love you." I say than turn to the bar again as we exit the bathroom. I sit on the stool and order a cold simple beer. I look to Detective K as she dances her way through the crowd. I look to her direction and see the famaliar tattooed man. Detective K's arm goes around his neck I hold back any jealous feelings as I know it's all part of the job. I watch as he smirks and licks his lips at my girl. They begin to dance, my eyes never leave them and I feel my body getting hotter. I suddenly gain back my consciousness, I start scanning the rest of the room to catch anything suspicious. I see Detective K's hand try to slyly slip it's way into the mans pocket. Suddenly, I hear the sounds of yells and pushing starts going on.

Another man grabs Detective K's wrist pulling it away from the tattooed mans pants. My eyes grow wide at the scene, I grip my gun that's hidden in my jacket. She tries to step back but they had already suspected the worst. Soon, shots were fired and I ran to her and grabbed her by the waist. "Get down!" I yell to the strangers who have no idea what's going on. They do, they scatter around the club. All heads are lowered and I get clear view of the group of men. I shoot and my eyes squint at the famaliar sounds of bullets. I get me and K out from the backdoor. "Come! My car!" she yells and runs to the door. "I'll drive!" I yell and slide to the drivers spot. I quickly turn on the car and speed away into nowhere.

As soon as I think we are far enough, I slow down. It's been silent enough that I finally got to think clearly. We fucked up bad, we shouldn't have been there in the first place. We got ourselves into another issue, we also left other co-workers at the scene to deal with it. We were both going to get in trouble, but I also couldn't risk Detective K getting hurt. "Are you alright?" I say sighing loudly but still concerned looking over her looking for blood. "I'm fine. You?" I nod. "I'm good." she nods and grabs a pack of cigarettes and lets one dangle on her lips.

   "Let's relax right here." she says pointing to a side of lonely road, I pull in. She rolls down the window and let's the smoke come out in rings. Her cigarette is inbetween her fingers, she opens the door as she feels it's better to smoke outside. I watch as she goes off to the light pole and leans on it still holding onto the cigarette. She looked incredibly beautiful, a sight I've missed so much. Her dress was tight and fit, showcasing her great body. I couldn't deny that I felt like she was maybe seeing someone else in the little while we weren't together. She was so interesting, smart and can get anyone she wanted. I finally make my way out of the car and beside her, resting on the side of the pole as she faces the front.

"How are you?" she asks, I've realized the whole time together tonight we haven't even asked the simple question. "I'm.. better now." I say as I look into the darkness of the sky. "What about you?" I hear her shrug, "I missed you, too much." I chuckle. "But I'm better now too." she smiles looking over at me. I don't have the energy to look back but I know she knows I love her and feel the same way. "Want to come home?" I ask after a couple moments of silence. "Yes please.." she mumbles and I smile and turn around to face her and have my arms on either side of her head. My face leans in to hers, our lips inching closer and closer. Finally, our lips melt together into a finished puzzle. After a few moments of the kiss, I stop it and smile at her. I start walking to my side of the car quickly, it was late and we were kind of in the middle of nowhere.

Bang.

A shot was heard and I ducked immediatly beside the car, I take my gun out from my jacket to defend myself. I peek my head out to see a black car, than I think of Detective K. "K!" I yell and look around to find nowhere in sight. I start walking with my knees bent down and my gun to my side and than I finally see her.

She's on the ground, her eyes are closed, blood is on her dress, a bullet at her chest. She was gone again.