Here is the first chapter of my next story. Sorry, this is all I have to post right now. I know I normally post the first three chapters or so but this is all I've got for now. I'll try to update again this week, but I can't guarantee anything.

One year ago, Ryan Wolfe met the woman of his dreams, his new intern Dr. Jessica Stone. But what Ryan didn't know was Jessica Stone was really Jessica Caine, the daughter of the eminent Lieutenant Horatio Caine. Despite what he had been told to never date a coworker, Ryan and Jessica took the plunge together, only to experience the greatest roller coaster of a year either of them have ever had to live through. They lost their baby, their love, and eventually each other, only to come back to the one person in their lives they never knew they needed; each other. Now, just six months after going public with their relationship, someone's determined to end it all for good Jessica and Ryan. Someone they never knew existed.

Without You I Die

Watching

He watches them dance. Her body pressed against his as he grinds his hips against hers. He could see the sweat on their bodies as the heat between them increased. He leans down and bites at her neck. Her head lolls back and she presses her hips harder against his body. He whispers something into her ear and a smile spreads across her face. She takes his hand and leads him behind a curtain. They lay down on one of the many beds in the club. A sex club, he would have never guessed this would be the place she would go on a Friday night. Did she even know him? The man with the brown hair. He didn't know she was going to be here with him. He wasn't very big though. He wouldn't be that hard to take out. Maybe he should only take her. Let him realize how it feels to be lost.

She pulls him onto the bed. They roll around on it. Kissing, touching, loving each other. She has to know him. He has to be the one. She reaches into the pocket of his jeans and pulls something out. He smiles at the sight of the wrapper and accepts it from her. Were they really going to? She unzips her jeans and starts pulling them off as he does the same. They leave their shirts on. Like they could really make what they were about to do modest. He rolls on the condom and settles between her legs. He stuffs himself into her. He could tell she was moaning as she leaned her head back with her mouth open though he couldn't hear her. He watches them. He watches as they disgrace their selves by having sex right there in a public domain. On a bed who knows when it was last cleaned and how many other people have disgraced their selves on it. She really hadn't changed at all. She was that same little girl from all those years ago.

Her back arches as she cries out one last time. The deed was done. He throws the condom away in one of the many trash cans as they put their clothes back on. He had to get her. He had to make her feel the pain.

He approaches her. He touches her shoulder. She looks at him and backs away.

"I'm sorry, but I couldn't help but notice you from across the room." he says to her.

"Back off creep!" she says to him.

The man with the brown hair steps towards him. "Just move along buddy, we don't want any trouble."

He smiles at them. It's an evil grin and he knows she feels scared when she sees his smile.

"Go on, you heard me!" the man with the brown hair says. Always a cop first.

He walks away. He leaves them standing there together. He'll get her. He just has to be patient. She'll walk away from the brown haired man soon enough.

He wanders around the club. He wants something to drink but he doesn't want anyone to see him. He doesn't want to run the risk of someone remembering him. He watches her from afar. She dances with the brown haired man. He buys them each a drink. That will work in his advantage. She always did have a weakness for alcohol. She drinks her drink and grinds against him. The music is loud and the club is packed. Not wall to wall packed, but there were a lot of people.

She turns and faces the brown haired man. She leans into his ear and says something to him. He nods his head and takes her drink. She walks away. He follows her. He walks around the perimeter and watches her walk into the bathroom. The brown hair man is talking to another man. He doesn't see him. This was going to work.

He's outside the bathroom now. He waits. He waits for her. She shouldn't be too long. She should be back soon. She wouldn't want to leave him for too long.

He sees blonde hair. Blonde hair and a blue shirt. He springs. He grabs her from behind. He covers her mouth as her screams are muffled. He grabs her head and twists, just like his brother had shown him so many years ago. He twists until he hears the crack. Her body goes limp in his arms, her breathing stops. He stands there for a moment waiting, but nothing happens.

He carries her in his arms over to the bed. He lays her down on top of the blankets and stares at her for a moment. He walks away. He walks away from the bed and away from her. He leaves the club. He walks out alone, resisting the urge to run. He doesn't want to draw attention to himself. The deed was done. He could finally rest easy.

In the distance he hears someone scream.