Author's note: I am slowly gathering a team of beta readers around me and I would like to take this opportunity to thank them. Frida, Lana, Leesa, thank you for your commentary and ongoing support. Rest assured that I will bother you frequently in the future :D Disclaimer is at the first scene.
He had seen her, they were just arriving on the scene, only to witness her being tossed over the side of the pier. His heart stopped, he had just seen his wife disappear, fall into what he knew to be too big a distance to come out of unhurt if you didn't jump correctly. She had gone down head first.
He shouted something, discarded his bike and helmet and jumped after her. At first he saw nothing, he frantically looked around for any sign of her, anything that could lead him to her. She couldn't NOT be found!
He saw something at his left, he turned and noted a quickly dispersing redness around him. Then she floated up, her eyes were open, staring at the clear blue sky she used to fly in, but they didn't see.
Lifeguards jumped in around him, two of them, one went to care for Chris while the other came to his own rescue. Too late, far too late.
They were dragged to the beach, and there they started CPR on the body. She got sand all over her, half her hair had escaped the band that held it together. Her cuffs and gun were gone.
She would've hated to lie there like that.
Later he wished he had done something, anything, to help but he couldn't. He knew what the lifeguards weren't telling him, he had already seen it. They would go on until the paramedics came to bring her to the hospital, then a doctor would take one look at her and pronounce her dead. But that wasn't the lifeguards' job.
In the ambulance he kissed her forehead, her wet, clammy forehead that had once been so soft and warm. The paramedic's had closed her eyes. They probably thought it would make it easier. It only meant he would never see those eyes again.
The sense of loss overwhelmed him, he was in shock, the only feeling seeping through that shell was the loss.
He opened his eyes, noticing he was in bed, a nice warm bed, with a nice warm body lying in that same bed. He was almost afraid to check, but he did. He ran his hand over the side of her face, feeling its smooth warmth that he never wanted to part from.
"Chris, are you awake?" He asked, knowing full well that she wasn't. "Chris." He said a little louder.
And at last she stirred. "What is it?" She groaned.
"I love you Chris." He told her.
"What's the matter? Did something happen?" Chris asked, a little freaked by his weird behavior.
"I just want you to know that I love you, and I will always love you." He said, never letting his eyes, or his hands off of her.
"I know, and I love you too. So what's gotten you all spooked at this hour?" She pried, getting more and more concerned for her husband.
"I had a dream, someone threw you off the pier. You died, and I thought it was real. You can't die Chris, I can't handle you dying." He bit his lip until he tasted blood.
She embraced him, giving all the comfort she could. This had been bound to happen, with all the guns pointed in their direction and bullets flying past their heads...
"It's OK, I'm here TC, I'll always be here." She whispered to him, holding him tightly pressed against her.
"What if you die?" TC pulled back a little to be able to look into her eyes.
"Then you grieve, and let time heal you, then after a while you will fall in love with someone else." She told him, one of her hands caressing the side of his face.
"I don't want someone else. I love YOU, Chris." He knew he was being a little childish, and planned on reprimanding himself thoroughly for it the following morning, but now he just needed her.
"I know." She softly pressed her lips against his "I love you too." She kissed the corner of his mouth "And I don't plan on dying anytime soon." She kissed the other corner of his mouth.
"Show me." He said, before catching her mouth with his. Show me that you know, show me that you love me, show me we're alive. And she did.