A/N: Hey guys, this is my first BDS story so I hope you like it! Reviews and constructive criticism are welcome! I don't own BDS, or anything related to it. It all belongs to Troy Duffy. I'm just using his genius idea to aide in my creativity. Happy reading!

Prologue

The pain shot through her abdomen as she slumped to the cold, floor; her crimson blood staining the white tiles. She tried her damnedest to fight off the blackness but it was stronger than she was and she had already fought so hard. Just before it overtook her, she saw a flash of brown hair, blue eyes, and a glimmer of silver.

As he ran from the scene, he heard a man's strangled cry. He still could not believe what he had done. It had seemed so easy; so easy to cock the gun; so easy to pull the trigger. Watching her slim figure collapse to the ground and her blood, her life force, stain her shirt was even easier. There was a time when he truly cared for her and wanted to keep her safe. That time had passed. After leaving her in the hall to die, he felt vindicated and satisfied with his decision. He had hurt her just as she had hurt him when she had left him and all the things they had together; all the years they had spent together, just gone. He had hurt for so long after she had left him for the Irishman after he lost his temper with her. Adrenaline rushing through him, he raced down the remaining stairs. Just as he reached the last step, a man's voice could be heard calling her name. The voice sounded as though he were in pain. "Good," he thought as a sick smile crossed the gunman's lips as he reached the outside and disappeared into the cold, dark night.