Don't Leave Me (Eve/Punk, *R*, 6/?)
Title: Don't Leave Me
Author: Karen U
Pairing/Character: Eve/Punk, Natalya, Orton, Cena, Rossi, JJ, Hotch, others
Disclaimer: No one you recognize belongs to me
Rating: R
Summary: Rossi's unfinished business is her worst nightmare.
Spoilers: for WWE - February 2011. for Criminal Minds - sometime in season 4.
Warnings: language, violence, adult situations.
**This fic also had a prologue**
Part Six
He put his palms against the leather of the couch, the man pushing himself to his feet and coming to stand at Eve's shoulder, close enough that she had to be able to feel his presence, and though she leaned slightly in his direction, she didn't move to rest against him. He wouldn't have minded if she had, but he knew her well enough to figure out that, at this moment, she wanted to be able to stand on her own. Even so, he wanted her to know that he was there if she needed him. He looked over her shoulder at the FBI agent that was in front of her. Agent Rossi.
"So what you're telling us is that a serial killer is coming after Eve?" CM Punk said, his voice shaking a little as he said it, the man giving a slight start of surprise when Eve suddenly reached back and found his hand, twining her fingers with his and giving it a squeeze. Strange, really. Not that she'd grabbed his hand, but that there was something about the gesture that made him think that she was trying to comfort him instead of asking for comfort herself.
The other agent, the Agent Hotchner that Eve hadn't seemed to know, was the one that replied. "Unfortunately, yes. That is what we're telling you," the man said, his gaze moving over the room, to where Triple H and Stephanie were watching the scene in shock, to where Natalya was now rising to her feet to come and stand next to Punk, the Canadian diva reaching out to put her hand on Eve's shoulder as she stood there.
"He left a second picture on the scene," Rossi said, his gaze on Eve's. "A recent one. I'm assuming that it was printed out from a WWE website or something. He knows where you are and what you look like," the man told her, and Punk had to fight to keep his grip from closing too tightly on Eve's fingers as he registered the words. As he took in the fact that whoever was after Eve, whoever had killed her family all those years ago, knew what the little girl that had been left alive back then looked like now. Knew where she worked. Could likely find out where she lived. She was listed as being from Denver, Colorado - where she grew up - but it didn't take too much work to find out that she lived in the Los Angeles area now. Even with millions of people in Los Angeles, she could eventually be found. And since whoever it was had been gone for nineteen years, since they had no way of tracking what he'd already figured out, then it was entirely possible that the killer already knew where Eve lived. On top of that, it wasn't exactly hard to track the WWE's schedule. Whoever had killed Eve's family knew she was in this building right now. The only question was... Where was the killer? Here, in town? Planning to follow her back to her hotel? Or would he wait until she got home?
"So what happens now?" Natalya asked before Punk could, the blonde woman's voice shakier than his had been. A glance to the side told him that Natalya looked pale and scared. Not surprising, really, not given what she'd been told. The strange thing was that she looked more afraid than Eve did. Of course, Eve had probably known what was coming from the moment she'd seen the agents tonight. Perhaps some part of her had always been prepared for the fact that this might happen. Either that, or she was just in shock. Maybe a little of both.
"Well, we could have a safe house prepared-"
"No," Eve said, interrupting Hotchner's words. "You have no idea where he is - or where they are - or where to start looking. He's gone from wherever the murder was this time-"
"Palo Alto, California," Rossi provided, and Punk fought the urge to shudder. Palo Alto was far too close to where Eve lived. He would have preferred to hear that the murder had happened in Maine or Florida or... anywhere but within a handful of hours from where Eve really and truly lived.
"Well, then, if he knows I live in Los Angeles, then I suppose that's where he'll be going. Every murder... It's happened in the home, right? People killed in their own homes?"
Hotchner nodded, the man watching Eve carefully as he did so. "That's correct."
"Then he's probably going to be headed there. It wouldn't take a genius to figure out that I'll be home no later than Wednesday night. If he knows where I live, he'll be waiting for me there."
"And we will be sending a team there to watch for that. In the meantime-"
"I'm not going into a safe house. I have a taping of SmackDown tomorrow," Eve said, and Stephanie's eyes widened at that, the woman rising from her seat on the edge of her desk.
"Eve, you don't have to-"
"I want to. He won't come to the shows. He has no way of knowing for sure that I would be at SmackDown. I'm not on that roster, so I'm not usually on that show," the diva said, and Punk took a deep breath.
"I have to be at SmackDown tomorrow night, too. I want you to ride with me."
"She needs to have some sort of protection," Rossi said, and CM Punk shrugged.
"Then you can ride with us. But I'm sticking with her."
Eve turned to face him then, the pretty diva managing to maintain her hold of his hand as she did so. "That's dangerous-"
"I don't care. I'm not letting you go off on your own. And besides that, it seems that he isn't likely go come after you on the road. You expect him to come after her in her home, right?" he asked, looking past Eve to the FBI agent that was watching them both intently. He wasn't quite sure what the expression on the older man's face meant, and quite frankly, right now, he didn't really give a damn, either.
"It's the most likely. Serial killers follow a pattern, especially this one. He sees Eve as unfinished business. He wants to finish things, and it's likely that he'll want to finish things in her home."
"Okay then. So she can't go home. And she won't go to a safe house," Punk said, then let his gaze find Eve's, his eyes on hers. "Then, uh, I've got an idea of where she should go instead."
"And where's that?" Rossi wanted to know.
"To Chicago. To my house. With me."
end part six
Author: Karen U
Pairing/Character: Eve/Punk, Natalya, Orton, Cena, Rossi, JJ, Hotch, others
Disclaimer: No one you recognize belongs to me
Rating: R
Summary: Rossi's unfinished business is her worst nightmare.
Spoilers: for WWE - February 2011. for Criminal Minds - sometime in season 4.
Warnings: language, violence, adult situations.
**This fic also had a prologue**
Part Six
He put his palms against the leather of the couch, the man pushing himself to his feet and coming to stand at Eve's shoulder, close enough that she had to be able to feel his presence, and though she leaned slightly in his direction, she didn't move to rest against him. He wouldn't have minded if she had, but he knew her well enough to figure out that, at this moment, she wanted to be able to stand on her own. Even so, he wanted her to know that he was there if she needed him. He looked over her shoulder at the FBI agent that was in front of her. Agent Rossi.
"So what you're telling us is that a serial killer is coming after Eve?" CM Punk said, his voice shaking a little as he said it, the man giving a slight start of surprise when Eve suddenly reached back and found his hand, twining her fingers with his and giving it a squeeze. Strange, really. Not that she'd grabbed his hand, but that there was something about the gesture that made him think that she was trying to comfort him instead of asking for comfort herself.
The other agent, the Agent Hotchner that Eve hadn't seemed to know, was the one that replied. "Unfortunately, yes. That is what we're telling you," the man said, his gaze moving over the room, to where Triple H and Stephanie were watching the scene in shock, to where Natalya was now rising to her feet to come and stand next to Punk, the Canadian diva reaching out to put her hand on Eve's shoulder as she stood there.
"He left a second picture on the scene," Rossi said, his gaze on Eve's. "A recent one. I'm assuming that it was printed out from a WWE website or something. He knows where you are and what you look like," the man told her, and Punk had to fight to keep his grip from closing too tightly on Eve's fingers as he registered the words. As he took in the fact that whoever was after Eve, whoever had killed her family all those years ago, knew what the little girl that had been left alive back then looked like now. Knew where she worked. Could likely find out where she lived. She was listed as being from Denver, Colorado - where she grew up - but it didn't take too much work to find out that she lived in the Los Angeles area now. Even with millions of people in Los Angeles, she could eventually be found. And since whoever it was had been gone for nineteen years, since they had no way of tracking what he'd already figured out, then it was entirely possible that the killer already knew where Eve lived. On top of that, it wasn't exactly hard to track the WWE's schedule. Whoever had killed Eve's family knew she was in this building right now. The only question was... Where was the killer? Here, in town? Planning to follow her back to her hotel? Or would he wait until she got home?
"So what happens now?" Natalya asked before Punk could, the blonde woman's voice shakier than his had been. A glance to the side told him that Natalya looked pale and scared. Not surprising, really, not given what she'd been told. The strange thing was that she looked more afraid than Eve did. Of course, Eve had probably known what was coming from the moment she'd seen the agents tonight. Perhaps some part of her had always been prepared for the fact that this might happen. Either that, or she was just in shock. Maybe a little of both.
"Well, we could have a safe house prepared-"
"No," Eve said, interrupting Hotchner's words. "You have no idea where he is - or where they are - or where to start looking. He's gone from wherever the murder was this time-"
"Palo Alto, California," Rossi provided, and Punk fought the urge to shudder. Palo Alto was far too close to where Eve lived. He would have preferred to hear that the murder had happened in Maine or Florida or... anywhere but within a handful of hours from where Eve really and truly lived.
"Well, then, if he knows I live in Los Angeles, then I suppose that's where he'll be going. Every murder... It's happened in the home, right? People killed in their own homes?"
Hotchner nodded, the man watching Eve carefully as he did so. "That's correct."
"Then he's probably going to be headed there. It wouldn't take a genius to figure out that I'll be home no later than Wednesday night. If he knows where I live, he'll be waiting for me there."
"And we will be sending a team there to watch for that. In the meantime-"
"I'm not going into a safe house. I have a taping of SmackDown tomorrow," Eve said, and Stephanie's eyes widened at that, the woman rising from her seat on the edge of her desk.
"Eve, you don't have to-"
"I want to. He won't come to the shows. He has no way of knowing for sure that I would be at SmackDown. I'm not on that roster, so I'm not usually on that show," the diva said, and Punk took a deep breath.
"I have to be at SmackDown tomorrow night, too. I want you to ride with me."
"She needs to have some sort of protection," Rossi said, and CM Punk shrugged.
"Then you can ride with us. But I'm sticking with her."
Eve turned to face him then, the pretty diva managing to maintain her hold of his hand as she did so. "That's dangerous-"
"I don't care. I'm not letting you go off on your own. And besides that, it seems that he isn't likely go come after you on the road. You expect him to come after her in her home, right?" he asked, looking past Eve to the FBI agent that was watching them both intently. He wasn't quite sure what the expression on the older man's face meant, and quite frankly, right now, he didn't really give a damn, either.
"It's the most likely. Serial killers follow a pattern, especially this one. He sees Eve as unfinished business. He wants to finish things, and it's likely that he'll want to finish things in her home."
"Okay then. So she can't go home. And she won't go to a safe house," Punk said, then let his gaze find Eve's, his eyes on hers. "Then, uh, I've got an idea of where she should go instead."
"And where's that?" Rossi wanted to know.
"To Chicago. To my house. With me."
end part six