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Date Posted: 00:38:32 02/21/06 Tue
Author: Skeeter
Subject: inside
In reply to: Gianna Rossi 's message, "
Will you bite the hand that feeds?
" on 23:37:48 02/20/06 Mon

He made his way to the parking garage and left his car blocking the entrance just in case there were others coming to help the people who had her and to alert the back up that he was there and so was she. His gun was tight to his chest as he went around the corner, spotting the men there and the one was bleeding. A low breath escaped his lips as he looked around, trying to figure out where she could have gone and with who. Going with his gun, he went towards the stairwell and stepped in, swinging his gun out and pointing it before he saw it was her sitting there on the stairs. The large, muscular form that made him sagged in relief as he dropped to his knee's in front of her, gun held to the side as he used one arm to tug her to him and kissed her deeply, passionately, letting out the desperate fear and worry he'd had in him since his phone went off when he was in the apartment. When he finally drew back he ran his hand over her hair and then down her back, over her shoulders and down her arm as his eyes searched over her body, his concern written all over him. "Are you ok? Are you hurt?" He found the cut on her arm and cursed, though it was hardly deep in the least, he still didn't like to see her bleeding. "Shit, you scared the hell out of me..." He muttered, his eyes still scanning her for injury.

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