Chapter 12:
Rian’s POV
2 months later and it was July. School was out and the SRU family picnic was coming up. Jules, Mia, Kennedy, Leah and I had finally gone to the new club last night and I was nursing some sore feet after walking around in heels all night. Spike almost didn’t let me leave the house when he saw what I had been wearing. Lucky for me, Sam had shown up and I managed to escape before the husbands and fiancés got to my house for the ‘boys night’ Spike had planned.
“You ready for breakfast?” A voice asked in my ear.
“Hmm...” I rolled over in my bed, and looked at him. He tried to stifle a laugh.
“Babe, you forgot to take off your makeup last night.”
My eyes widened in shock as I hurriedly covered my face and went to the bathroom. I guess my makeup had been forgotten when I had come back at close to 3 in the morning. I quickly removed the mascara and eyeliner that was smeared across my upper cheeks. Once I was makeup free again, I found Spike in the kitchen, looking in the fridge for something to eat.
“We might need to go to the store Ri.” He said as I looked over her shoulder into a practically empty fridge.
“Ok,” I agreed, handing him an apple. “I’m going to take a shower first though,”
“Okay, I’ll be dressed by the time you get out.”
And he was, in jeans and a T-short when I got out. I decided on a casual sundress with a black belt and flip flops.
“Ready?” I asked, sitting down next to him on the couch.
“Mhmm…” He said moving to kiss me.
“Hmm… we should really go. We don’t have anything to eat babe.” I said pulling away. “Come on.”
“Ugh.” He groaned as I tugged him off the couch.
“Come on!” I giggled, “Who’s driving?”
“I got it Ri.” He said taking the keys.
120 dollars later the fridge was stocked, and we were back at my house. Spike was filling out paperwork and doing something with his laptop and I was planning next year’s lessons when Spike’s cell phone rang.
“Hey Sarge. Mmmhmmm… Tomorrow? At the reservoir? Sure, I’ll ask.” He pulled the phone away from his ear for a second then put it back, “Yup. She’s coming. Okay, See you tomorrow.”
“No shift tomorrow?”
“Nope. Team three is on call in the morning, and team two at night.”
“Ah, so what are we doing tomorrow?”
“Team One family picnic up at the reservoir.”
“Sounds like fun, Who’s going to be there?”
“Everyone” came the very vague reply.
I draped my arms around him, resting my head on his shoulder.
“You’re being very vague.” I said, right as he closed a window he was looking at. “What are you looking at bud?”
“Nothing, just some crime scene photos. You don’t want to see them.”
I frowned, since when were crime scene photos on the web.
“Ok.”
The day and a half before the picnic flew by and soon we were driving to the reservoir, armed with hotdogs, chips, and pasta salad. Spike spent most of the time either with me, or whispering with members of Team One. It was about me, because when he was whispering with Jules and Sam, while I was talking with Ed and Clark, they kept glancing at me, and soon it seemed as though everyone knew something I didn’t. Clark and Dean were home from college so I got to talk to them and get some tips from the former high school students.
Summer passed in much the same manner, picnics, worrying about Team One, throwing away cream colored letters. Soon summer had come and gone and it had been 7 months since the bombing incident. Team One had been restored and the only contact my stalker had had was the occasional letter threatening, or reminding me he was still out there. Spike had fully recovered from his bullet wound, and He and Leah had been reinstated around the same time. It was December now, the first day of my very long vacation. I guess because we had students from all over the world, we got fewer vacations but those we did get were extra long.
"Hey gorgeous!"
A voice called from the entryway as I heard the front door open and shut.
"Hey pretty boy." I called back, hearing him drop his duffel in the entryway. Soon enough I felt his arms circle my waist as he hugged me.
"How was shift?" I asked as he kissed me quickly on the cheek. I turned around to make sure he was okay.
“Nothing bad happened right?” I asked visually scanning him for injuries.
“I’m fine Rian, but I do have a present for you.” He said pulling out two long rectangular pieces of paper.
“What are these? Tickets to the New Year’s Eve Police Ball!”
“I’m glad you like it.” He said, smiling broadly.
“I have to go shopping, maybe Jules’ will want to go with me.” I mused, tucking the tickets behind one of the magnets on the fridge.
A week later, I was on my way out to a shopping trip when I discovered a cream colored envelope on my windshield. Sighing I did what I had done with the hundreds of letters, who’s sender still remained anonymous, despite Officer Mendoza’s greatest efforts. Only 6 words were printed on the page.
Do not go to the ball.
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FanfictionThis is the ORIGINAL, UNEDITED, UNALTERED version. The updated, more recent version is now called Friends, Love, and a Stalker.