Fake Reflection

Kimmie put her gun back in her holster, and rushed over to Matt. He held his chest in pain as he tried to sit up. His broken ribs were making it hard to breath, and he was dizzy from the blows to the head. Kimmie grabbed his arm to help him up, but he yanked it away. "Don't." he said low as he tried to stand up only to fall to his hands and knees. Kimmie rolled her eyes, and grabbed him again. "Now is not the time." she said trying to help him up again.

Matt allowed her to help him, but was quick to pull his arm free once he was standing. "What are you doing here? How did you even find us?" he snapped when their gazes met, the pain and anger very visible in his hazel orbs. "I followed you." she said softly. Matt scoffed, "I forgot you're good at that." he said before he started to limp away from her. "Stop acting like fucking child," Kimmie snapped, and Matt stopped in his tracks, and he turned and glared at her, "I put my fucking job on the line to get you out of jail. You really think I was just going to walk away?" she asked letting her own anger show, "I just shot the Secretary of Defense, and saved your fucking life. Do you really think I'm just going to let you walk away?"

Matt's eyes burned with rage as he closed the distance. "You fucking lied to me! I didn't even know your real fucking name!" he hissed. "Not everything I told you was a lie," Kimmie started to defend herself, "I wanted to tell you, but I couldn't. I-" Matt cut her off, not wanting to hear her excuses, "Bullshit! You could have told me! It would have been more forgivable, but instead I had to hear it from that asshole, McNicholes!" Kimmie's heart sank a little. He was the last person she wanted to tell him. "Tell me something," he said taking a step back from her, "Is he the ex you told me about? Huh? Is he the fucker you caught cheating, or was that a lie too?"

Kimmie fought back the tears as she shook her head, "Everything I told you about me was true. You could have looked in my file, and seen that. Everything in there was the lie." she told him, and he huffed. "Do you have any idea what it was like to have to sit in that interrogation room, and listen to that piece of shit gloat about how he had you first?" Matt asked low, taking a few steps closer to her, "To have to sit there and listen to him talk about you, and the things you do?" he continued as he got dangerously close to her, "Intimate details, that I know all to well, spewing from his mouth, and I can't even wrap my hands around his puny fucking neck." he hissed inches from her face.

A tear escaped down Kimmie's cheek, and hugged herself a little, really feeling just how intimidating this man could be. "I..." she didn't know what to say. This wasn't how she wanted him to find out. "I didn't think so," he whispered before straitening himself out, "Which is exactly why you're going to let me walk away." he finished turning from her, and heading for the stairs. "Matt, please," she tried one last plea her voice cracking a little, but he didn't stop. "I love you," that stopped him, "Please don't walk away from me."

Matt closed his eyes to keep his own tears back. Part of him liked hearing those words, but another part wished she had just kept it to herself. It only made this more difficult. He needed time. So much has hit him like a freight train in such a short amount of time, and he needed to sort his racing mind. With a heavy sigh, he didn't respond, or look back as he continued to walk away from her.

Kimmie couldn't stop the steady flow of tears that made their way down her cheeks. She fought back a sob as he disappeared down the stairs, sure that this time he was walking out of her life for good. Sirens came from the distance, and Kimmie quickly wiped away the tears. She still had a job to do. She took one last look at the dead Secretary, a large pool of blood expanding out around him, before heading for the stairs herself.

Tobin unlocked the last cage, and helped the girl out. "Shit we ain't out of the dark yet." Jacoby warned as he watched approaching men from the door. Chester stood on the opposite side of the doorway, both with guns raised, ready to fire just before confusion washes there faces. "Why'd they stop?" Chester asked sharing a glance with Jacoby. "Shhh, you hear that?" Coby whispered. The building fell silent as everyone listened to the distant sirens get closer. "Fuck!" Jacoby let out slamming the door shut. "We're fucking screwed." he panicked looking around at the faces in the dark. "You don't know that." Brian tried to calm him a little.

Jacoby let out a sarcastic chuckle, "Are you kidding me? We're gang members, smack dab in the middle of a human trafficking ring, with dozens of dead men outside. You really think they're not going to find a way to pin this all on us?" he ranted. Brian went to respond, but was cut off by a mega phone. "This is the San Diego and LAPD. Put your weapons down, or we will open fire." the voice came through. "What's going on?" Brian asked, and Chester cracked the door open to look outside. "They're arresting all the guys outside," Chester paused before shutting the door. "We got SWAT headed this way."

The guys moved back, and instinctively stood protectively in front of the girls. Tammy still had the young girls arms wrapped tightly around her waist, and laid a protective arm across her shoulders as they awaited what was to come through the door. A few moments later the door flew open, and flashlights flooded the dark building. Fully uniformed SWAT members filed in, lights scanning the room, and the faces that watched them. "Clear." they heard one of them say. "We found the girls, and the guys." one of them said into a shoulder mounted radio.

The guys shared confused glances, and started to place their weapons on the floor before raising their hands. A familiar voice broke through with a chuckle as he stepped into the building, and pushed his way past the SWAT. "Put your hands down guys," Shane said with a grin, amusement in his voice, "They're not here for you." he finished and the guys visibly relaxed. "How did you find us?" Brian asked as the girls started to be escorted out to safety. "Kimmie followed you while my dad and I got a team together," Shane explained seeing a few grins come out, "She told us where you were, and here we are." he said. "I could dry hump you right now." Jimmy said rushing over to him. "Please don't." Shane said, putting his hands up to stop him. "Your loss." Jimmy told him with a grin.

Tammy pushed past the guys, the girl still firmly attached at her hip. "Where is she?" she asked. Shane shrugged, "We haven't located her, or Boyd." he said. "Shadz went after him." Brian said. "Then she probably went after them." Shane told her before turning his gaze to the little shadow at her side. "What's your name?" he asked with a friendly smile. "Madison." the girl whispered as she hid behind Tammy a little. Madison looked up at her with a little fear in her eyes. "It's okay," she told her with a reassuring squeeze, "He's a police officer, you can trust him." Shane held his hand out to the girl, and she hesitantly took it. "Lets go get you checked out, and back to your parents." he said, and she finally stepped away from Tammy, as small smile forming at the thought of seeing her parents again. "The rest of you should get checked out too," he said, a smirk crossing his face as he turned away from them, "You look like shit." he added, hearing a few chuckles as he walked out with Madison.

Matt stumbled out of the building, into the night air. He held his chest as he limped away. The flashing light around him was making his throbbing head spin. He was getting dizzier with each step he took, and eventually collapsed against the cement mixer. He shut his eyes to block out the twirling scenery, trying hard not to pass out. If he didn't have a concussion from the accident, he surely had one now.

Kimmie saw Matt catch himself on the cement mixer when she walked out of the building, and immediately rushed over to him. She tried to help him up, but he pulled away from her. "Leave me alone." he said low. "Will you just stop it already," she snapped a little, growing irritated with stubbornness, "I don't give a shit if you hate me right now," she said, and Matt's eyes connected with hers, "I don't give a fuck if you don't want my help," she continued to tell him off, Matt not saying a word as she spoke, "You're going to take it, and shut up about it."

Matt didn't say anything as he allowed her to help him up. He wouldn't admit it, but he was a little turned on. Not many people stand up to him, and he discovered on girls night that it affected him differently when it's her. He pushed the thought of taking her there out of his mind as she wrapped an arm around his waist, and helped support him. He couldn't hold himself up anyway, and he was still pissed she deceived him all this time. Thinking about her, the things she does, and how she made him feel was only going to make it more difficult to walk away.

They slowly made their way, in silence, to the rescue vehicles that flooded the area. They looked up when they heard someone rushing towards them. "I need a gurney over here!" Richard yelled over his shoulder to some EMTs as he ran over to Kimmie and Matt. He joined Matts other side, and helped ease some of his weight off Kimmie as the paramedics ran over with a stretcher. They helped him onto the gurney, and laid back as the paramedics strapped him on. Kimmie let out a sigh, and started to walk away but Matt stopped her, grabbing her wrist. She looked down at his hand with surprise before locking her eyes with his. "I don't hate you." he whispered before releasing her wrist, and laying back completely. Matt shut his eyes, and let the cops take over the situation. His job was done, and was definitely taking an extended vacation once all the dust settled.

Kimmie watched the paramedics cart Matt away, a little bit of hope in her heart that maybe things would get better. She felt Richard wrap an arm around her shoulders, and she rested her head on his with a sigh. "He'll come back to you." he said softly, and Kimmie looked at him a little shocked. Richard let out a sigh before continuing. "I'm not saying I like the idea. It'll definitely take some getting use to," he started to explain, "But you can't help who you love, and neither can he. It's just going to take some time." Kimmie gave him a sad smile, "I hope you're right." she whispered before pulling away from him. "Boyd's dead on the fifth floor." she told him before walking away.

Kimmie made her way through the sea of squad cars and ambulances before stopping at Richards car. Done for the night, she climbed in the backseat, and rested her head on the window. She didn't feel like driving home, and knew Shane would bring her car home. Kimmie closed her eyes, exhausted physically and emotionally, and eventually she couldn't stop it from spilling over. She buried her face in her hands and silently sobbed, finally allowing the guilt, sadness, and finally allowed a little pity for herself. She tried to make it right. She tried to help. She should have just come clean.

Kimmie jump a little when she felt an arm slide across her shoulders. She turned her head to meet Tammy's sympathetic eyes. She didn't even hear anyone get in. They didn't say anything at first as Kimmie let her pull her into a side hug, and rested her head on her shoulder. Tammy saw her walking through the cars like a zombie from the ambulance she was getting checked out at. The paramedics tried to make her stay, so they could take her to the hospital, but she's making them wait on her. "You know Brian kept secrets from me, and lied when we first met and got together." Tammy told her after a moment of silence. Kimmie pulled out of the hug and looked at her. "Really?" she asked wiping the tears away with her hand. Tammy nodded, "When I found out, I in turn kept that from him, and played along until it blew up in his face." she said with a slight grin.

Kimmie couldn't help but smile a little, "How did you get past it?" she asked. "He let me go," Tammy told her softly, "Which is what you need to do." she said. "I don't know if I can." Kimmie said her voice cracking. "I'm not saying forever, but you need to give him time to process everything, and eventually he'll come back to you." Tammy said before sliding over to the door. "How do you know?" Kimmie asked as she opened the door. "Because he loves you," she said climbing out, "He told me so." she added with a grin before closing the door. Kimmie couldn't hold back the smile that made its way across her lips. He loved her.

Notes

Not the most exciting of chapters, but the action has to end sometime :(