Chris laid in his bed that night, trying to sleep. He wasn't having much luck. Everytime he closed his eyes he could picture Rita. He could remember every little detail aobut her. How every hair was combed, how pretty her make-up looked, and her perfume.God, how he loved her perfume.
Chris jumped out of bed and threw on some clothes. He knew he couldn't sleep, so he decided to go to PBPd,and look up information on the girl. He knew she looked like Rita, but she couldn't be. In his heart, he knew she wasn't. He knew his Sam was still alive. All he had to do was find her. He got into his car and drove to the police department.
Across town Vannessa was tossing and turning in her bed. She kept dreaming aobut this guy called Sam. She couldn't see his face only the back of his head. But by the back of the head, she could tell it wasn't JC.
She woke up quickly when the guy started to turn around. She was upset because she couldn't see his face, but he seemed so familiar. In her dream they were grocery shopping and she called out 'Sam!'
"Damn! I wish I could remember. I hate this not knowing about my past. Why do I feel like I"m not some crook that Jc has told me about. I hate this." she said to herself.
After deciding she didn't want to go to sleep, she got out of bed and got dressed. She quitely got JC's car keys, and left the samll apartment. She was careful not to wake him. She just drove around not sure where to go. When she finally stopped she was at the beach.
Chris stared at his computer screen for the ummp-teenth time. There was no imformation he needed,so he grabbed his blue jacket off of his chair and headed to his charger. Rita hated his car, because it was so unreliable. Chris laughed at the thought. She was always telling him to get rid of it, but he just couldn't part with it.
Chris got in his car and headed for his and Rita's spot on the beach. He always went there when he was troubled. It was usually with Rita though. This thought saddened him. He parked his car. He got out of his car and headed to the two rocks. About half way there Chris noticed a women there. The woman was in her early thirties, shoulder legnth brunette hair. Chris stood there and stared.
He suddenly ran towards her yelling 'Rita'. The woman turned around to see a man running toward her. She reconized the man right away. He was the man that had hurt her. She began to panic, not knowing what to do.
The woman had a frightened look on her face. Chris saw this and stopped right in front of her. Blue eyes stared into green eyes.
"Rita what is it? Why do you look afriad?" Chris asked worriedly.
"My name is Vannessa, not Rita. Who are you?" Vannessa asked talking a step back.
"You don't remember me? I"m Chris.You're best-friend and partner. Come on you know 'Sam'" Chris emphazied their nick name.
Vannessa looked at him shocked. He was the man in her dreams.
Neither of them noticed Jace behind Chris, taking aim with a gun.
After a few minutes of silence Vaneesa gasped and threw her arms around Chris. "Chris! I remember. I'm Sgt. Rita lee Lance. Oh, Chris."
JC heard Rita's shouts and cocked the gun.Chris was holding Rita in his arms so tight. almost as if he never intended to let her go. They both were in tears. For once not sad tears, but happy, joyful tears.
JC slowly puled the trigger of his gun. Rita finally saw JC standing behind Chris. Only it wasn't JC ,it was Eric. Rita screamed for Chris to look out. He turned around just as the bullet was released from his gun. The bullet hit Chris square in the chest. Rita grabbed Chris's gun and shot Eric.
Eric fell down dead. Rita kneeled next to Chris. He was barely breathing.
"Come on Chris don't leave me. You can't leave me now." Rita begged.
"I love you Rita. I love you so much ."Chris gasped.
He looked into her watery green eyes . He blinked a couple of times ,then his eyes closed and didn't open back up.
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