Sheridan followed along behind Luis. Not that she had a choice
in the matter. He still had a hold of her arm. She didn't get it. All the times she and Luis had been together,
he'd never once treated her like this. Something was seriously wrong. Sheridan stumbled over a rock and would have
fallen to her knees if Luis hadn't caught her. She looked up into his eyes and felt another shiver go up her spine.
Why did Luis suddenly make her feel unsafe?
"Luis?" Sheridan asked hesitantly. "What's wrong? What happened at the hospital?"
"I can't explain that now. We're almost there just please trust me for a little while longer."
"Where are we going? And why are we at the docks? Is this the way to the place you knew? Where we would be
"Yes, but first we are meeting someone. Someone you need to talk to."
Sam. She had forgotten she was supposed to tell Sam what she remembered. "Sam. You know I forgot I was supposed
to tell him about Julian."
Luis stopped in midstride. "Julian?"
"Yes, it is Sam we're meeting isn't it? I mean you did tell me I had to talk to him before we left."
"Yeah, I did. Sam is waiting for us at the wharf."
The wharf? Sheridan tensed immediately. She hadn't been to the wharf since the night that Crystal got killed. Why
would he be taking her to the wharf? Wasn't it dangerous for them to be out in the open like that? She wished Luis
would tell her what was going on. Then maybe she wouldn't feel so scared.
Luis started walking again and Sheridan had no choice, but to follow him. They arrived at the wharf a few minutes
later. "So when is Sam supposed to be here?"
"Oh, any second now." he said smiling. She didn't like that smile. She didn't like the look in his eyes
"Luis, please tell me what is going on. You're starting to scare me."
"Scare you? Sheridan you know I would never do anything to hurt you. I thought you said you trusted me?"
She did trust him. But something wasn't right here. She didn't know what it was, but something felt terribly wrong.
Just as she started to ask him what was going again, she heard a noise from behind her. But before she could turn
around and see what it was, a gunshot rang out. Then all she saw was Luis' falling to the ground and blood soaking
his shirt. "Nooooo! Luisssss!!"
Sheridan knelt beside Luis, and put her hand to his chest, trying to stop the bleeding. Her head knew it was no
use, but her heart... her heart wouldn't let him go. "Please god, don't take him from me! Don't take him!
I love him so so much! Please take me instead. If someone has to die then please let it be me. Let it be me!"
Tears rolled down her cheeks as she watched Luis gasp for breath. "Luis, just hold on. Please just hold on.
Don't leave me. Don't leave me."
Luis raised his hand to her face and she felt another shiver run up her spine. "Sheridan... it was... Julian."
Julian? "Luis, what do you mean? Was Julian the one that shot you?" Sheridan watched as Luis' eyes started
to close. "NOOOO! LUIS! No, don't give up. Please Luis, don't give up!"
Sheridan watched as Luis took his last breath. "NOOOOO! Please, god, no! Don't take him from me. I never got
to tell him that I lo -"
Someone grabbed her arm and pulled her away from Luis. She turned and found herself face to face with Roger and
Pierre. She didn't even struggle to free herself. They had killed Luis. Nothing else mattered. Nothing. Luis died
because of her. Sheridan closed her eyes and raised her face toward the sky. She knew that it was over. She knew
that she wouldn't make it out of this alive.
Sheridan opened her eyes and looked Pierre right in the eye. "You killed him. You bastard! You killed Luis."
"I'm sorry, Ms. Crane. It is unfortunate that the American cop had to get in the way, but at least now we
know there is no way he can save you."
Sheridan glanced down to where Luis' body lay. She didn't care what Roger and Pierre did to her. It didn't matter
anymore. Luis was dead and all she wanted in the world was gone. When Sheridan raised her eyes, she thought for
sure she was hallucinating. "Luis." she whispered.
Pierre and Roger turned to see what she was looking at and then they grabbed her and put the gun to her head. "Don't
move or I'll kill her. Drop your guns now!"
"You hurt one hair on her head, and I swear to god, I'll make you suffer in ways you can't begin to imagine!"
he said still holding his gun on Roger and Pierre.
Luis. She wasn't dreaming. It was Luis. He was alive! Sheridan glanced down to where she thought Luis had been
and screamed when she saw him still lying there in a pool of his own blood. Then she saw nothing at all.