Romancing the Pain - Part 20
Title: Romancing the Pain
Rating: MA-15 (for violence)
Pairing: Pepa/Silvia
Summary: Post episode 104 as well as my last fic, Come Back to Me. It’s basically its sequel; the events that occur after Silvia was released from the hospital.
A/N: Sorry, this installment is late I know. It’s been a harsh week. I’m so glad the weekend is here. Hope everybody’s week wasn’t as crappy as mine. Here’s the next chapter, it’s a little messy cuz I kinda worked on it without much help from my muse or my brain. Both have been exhausted to the max from uni assignments. So feel free to tell me just how much this chapter sucked. *grins*
ROMANCING THE PAIN - Part 20
El Gordo found himself backed into the wall, his back meeting it with a solid thump that momentarily knocked the wind out of his lungs. A trickle of sweat blazed a path down his temple as he looked up into the slightly deranged gaze of one peeved Agent Miranda. The look glinting off those liquid brown orbs positively screamed primal fury and despite himself the Italian felt his blood run cold.
Pepa, who was holding the length of the knife against the vulnerable skin of El Gordo’s throat, dropped her hand in favor of her other hand snaking out to wrap fingers around his neck. She used the weight of her body to press him further into the wall. “You know the only reason your sorry carcass is still breathing is because killing you quickly would be more than you deserve,” the brunette sneered. Her fingers tightened its grip and Pepa took a few moments to indulge in the hedonistic pleasure of watching the Italian turn a lurid shade of purple.
When he began sputtering like a dying engine, Pepa reluctantly loosened her hold. “How do I get out of here?” Pepa demanded. Her bloodshot eyes bore into El Gordo’s, daring him to lie. When he failed to answer immediately, she slammed his head into the wall, watching in grim satisfaction as he winced. “HOW?” she barked.
El Gordo’s lid fluttered rapidly as he tried to dispel the sudden kaleidoscope of stars that appeared before his eyes from his head banging against the wall and the lack of air his lungs were receiving. He drew in a ragged breath, his Adam’s apple bobbing nervously against the hand that was still wrapped menacingly around his throat. He managed to jut a chin in the direction of a passageway towards his left. “That way,” he choked out.
“You had better not be lying to me,” Pepa warned, the words thundering out of her sore throat like a growl. She released the chokehold she had on his neck and grabbed the lapels of his jacket, yanking him forward. However, Pepa miscalculated her waning strength and the sudden dizzy spell that that drew a black curtain momentarily over her vision. She stumbled and nearly dropped the knife.
El Gordo reacted; he lunged forward and tackled the brunette to the ground, hands reaching for the knife still in her grasp. Pepa cursed furiously and tossed the knife away from the both of them. She stifled a scream of pain as her shredded back hit the floor none too gently. She grunted as El Gordo’s knee pressed into her stomach and bucked in an effort to throw him off. She snarled as he backhanded her and retaliated by twisting sideways and back, the momentum causing the Italian to topple off her. Pepa rolled away from him and bounced back to her feet, effectively managing to deliver a swift kick to El Gordo’s face. He howled as her boot connected with his nose, sending twin currents of blood to gush out from both nostrils.
“Bitch!” he snarled. He spun around and attempted a punch at Pepa; she ducked and grabbed his still extended arm, spinning him around and into the wall. She watched as his head connected with the solid surface with a smack, rendering him unconscious. Pepa sank to her knees, blood rushing so fast to her head, she was sure her brain was going to bleed out of her ears. She drew in deep breaths, steadying her nerves and collecting what was left of her strength before shakily making her way to her feet. She approached the unmoving Italian cautiously and rolled him onto his back with a nudge of her boot.
“Hijo de puta,” she growled, resisting the urge to stamp her foot down onto his face, where blood was still leaking out of his nose. She bent down and began patting him down, searching through his pockets for a very necessary item. A grin split her face when fingers grazed cool metal. She extracted El Gordo’s cell phone and flipped it open. Sucking in a deep breath, she began dialing the numbers she knew by heart. As she placed the device to her ear, hearing the burring tone, one thought crept into her mind. “Silvia’s going to freak.”
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Sara paced the floors of the lab, pausing every now and then to glare at her aunt from the corner of her eye. So far, her attempts to get Silvia out of the lab had been futile and it had resulted in a heated argument between the two. She paused by the door, leaning against it as she watched Silvia read something off the screen before punching in a series of keys.
“Tita,” the younger woman began again.
Silvia slammed a hand down on the table. “I’m BUSY!” Silvia turned an angry gaze onto her niece. She was about to tear into Sara about disrupting her work when her cell phone rang. She glared at the device, irritated that everyone and everything seemed to want to distract her from work. She picked up the ringing object and flipped open the lid, “Inspector Castro,” she barked angrily into the mouthpiece.
“Hola, princesa,” Pepa’s tired and hoarse voice sounded through the phone.
Silvia went ashen. She wrenched the phone away from her ear and stared at it as if she had never seen a device like it before. She began to tremble as Pepa’s voice resonated from the phone again and suddenly teetered on her chair, nearly falling off had Sara not bolted to her side, righting her against her slim frame.
“Tita?” Sara asked hesitantly. She had seen the blood drain from Silvia’s face and wondered what kind of horrific news the redhead was receiving via the cell phone. She placed both hands on her aunt’s shoulders, massaging tense shoulders.
“Pepa?” Silvia croaked, her voice a mere whisper. Behind her, she heard Sara’s sharp intake of breath. She reached up to her shoulder and grasped Sara’s hand within her own in a painful grip.
“Princesa,” Pepa tried to sound flip but the crack in her voice betrayed her emotional state. “Hi, baby,” the brunette whispered lovingly into the phone even as her eyes scanned her surroundings. Knowing this was not the time for sentiments, she cut to chase. “Baby, I need your help.”
Silvia shook herself out of her mental paralysis despite the fact that her heart was pounding furiously and darkness threatened to cloud her vision. She kept her overwhelming emotions at bay by simply focusing on the sound of her wife’s voice. “Pepa, where are you?” Silvia asked urgently. She gripped the cell phone tightly, painfully aware of the fact that it was the only thing connecting her to her wife.
“No lo se,” Pepa responded quietly. She flinched as she heard footsteps in the distance. “Baby, I need you to trace my call.”
Silvia nodded. She thrust the phone to Sara with instructions to keep Pepa on the phone. Turning back to her computer, she pulled up a program and began keying in the necessary procedures and commands.
Sara was standing stock still, unable to process the sudden turn of events. She lifted the phone slowly to her ear, almost afraid of what she would hear at the other end of the line. “Pepa?” she inquired fearfully.
“Sobrina,” Pepa greeted softly. “How are you, guapa?”
Sara burst into tears at the sound of Pepa’s voice and clutched the phone to her ear desperately. “Tita!” she sobbed into the phone. She moved a little closer to Silvia who stopped momentarily to send a comforting gaze to her crying niece before turning back to study a map that had appeared onto the computer screen. “Pepa are you ok? I miss you so much!” Sara’s breath coming in hitches and she hiccupped randomly, tears still flowing down her face.
“I miss you too,” Pepa replied. She tucked the phone between her ear and shoulder, and began dragging El Gordo’s prone body to a darker corner. Each movement was painful and she swallowed the hiss of pain that was threatening to spill across her lips. It wouldn’t do to worry her niece who sounded so undone. However, she needed to relocate; the footsteps she was hearing most likely meant that El Gordo’s men knew she had escaped and whilst they had moved quite a ways away from where they held her, it was not far enough.
“30 more seconds.” Silvia’s disembodied voice floated over to Pepa’s ears. She heard the clicking of keys and a soft smile graced her lips. If there was anyone who could pinpoint her location, it was her wife. Pepa knew Silvia’s stickler for details would get her out of this mess. She was brought out of her musings as Sara asked her something and she was about to respond when a body slammed into her from the side.