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A Love from the Past
by hot4luis
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Chapter Fourteen
"What?!" Sheridan asked as the room filled with pin-drop
silence. "I don’t understand. What do you mean they’re after you, Hank?"
"I’m the one who owes the drug cartel the debt. I used to handle their dealings in the past." Hank said
quietly his gaze dropping to the floor.
"And you knew, Jordan?!" Luis yelled outraged.
"I found out last night, Luis."
"Hank! How could you do this?!" Luis barked.
"Luis, it was a long time ago. I’ve changed. I haven’t done anything illegal in some time and I wasn’t involved
with Sheridan’s attempted murder!" Hank said desperately trying to make the situation better. The fact that
he knew them and worked for them finally sunk into Sheridan’s brain. Hank? Someone she had trusted from the moment
she had met him. She put a hand over her diaphragm and took in a deep breath. Tears started welling up in her eyes.
Jordan noticed and unswervingly wrapped a supportive arm around her shoulder.
"I can’t believe it, Hank." Sam finally said, his anger apparent. "Why would you do something like
that?! Why?!"
"It’s hard to live up to your standard, Sam!" Hank shouted. "It’s always been hard. With dad being
the Chief of Police, you turning out to be the perfect son and to have a best friend who could never do anything
wrong, it pretty much left me out in the cold."
"That’s no excuse Hank and you know it!" Sam shouted.
Sheridan’s heart went out to both of them. She felt she could relate to Hank. Despite her better judgment, despite
the fact she should hate Hank at this very moment, she couldn’t. And she knew Sam was going to have a difficult
time dealing with this. They all were.
"Hank, no one ever expected you to be more than you were. We just wanted you to be all you could be."
Luis said anger still in his voice.
"You don’t know what it’s like, Luis. How could you? You’re perfect. I made a few bad choices." Hank
said defensively. "I’ve always made a few bad choices."
"You could’ve come to us, Hank." Sam stated. "Dad always wanted to know what was going on with you."
"Dad didn’t need me. He had you. You can’t screw up. I was just a disgrace to the family." Hank said
sadly. "I didn’t want you cleaning up my messes. So I did what had to be done." "So what now?"
Luis asked quietly. Sheridan knew he was hurting and she wanted to make everything all right.
"I’m not a criminal, Luis. I haven’t done anything illegal. But I have this debt to pay the cartel and I don’t
know how I can."
"That’s where I come in." Jordan said suddenly. The three men turned to her and a crying Sheridan. Hank
looked at Sheridan apologetically and she just stared at him blankly. She didn’t know what to do. Her whole world
just tilted off its axis in a matter of hours. With finding out about the probability of her family’s involvement
in the impostor mess with Luis and Hank’s involvement with the cartel, she wasn’t sure she would be able to talk.
"The cartel is going to contact Hank, again."
"How can you be so sure?" Luis asked. As if on cue, a cell phone rang. Hank looked up at everyone and
Jordan urged him to pick up.
"Bennett, here." Hank said gruffly. He talked for a few minutes and looked at Jordan. He held the phone
between his shoulder and his ear, wrote something down on a pad on the coffee table and slid it over to Jordan.
Everyone peered over to see what was written.
‘They want me to get them the money at midnight, at the wharf. They want me to bring Sheridan or they’ll hurt Kay
and Jessica’
Sheridan was shocked. Jordan scribbled something down in response and Hank read it out to the drug dealer on the
phone.
"Okay, I’ll see you at midnight and I’ll have the money and Sheridan Crane with me." Hank said into the
phone with distress. He hung up and stared at the disappointed faces of Luis and Sam.
"Sheridan will accompany Hank. She’ll have full protection. A bulletproof vest, a gun, just in case, and FBI
agents will have the area surrounded, the works." Jordan explained officially in the deathly silence that
followed. "Sam, Luis and I will stake out there, too. Hank, you’ll hand them a briefcase full of counterfeit
money and before anything dangerous or illegal happens we’ll nab ‘em."
"No I won’t let Sheridan go through this." Luis said his steely gaze still on Hank "She’s not going
to be put in any danger at his expense."
"Luis, it’s-" Jordan tried to say.
"I don’t want to hear it. Figure something out. She’s not going."
"Yes, she is." Sheridan said and everyone turned to her in amazement.
"Dammit Sheridan! Don’t do this!" Luis said harshly.
"Don’t do what, Luis? Save Kay and Jessica’s lives?" she asked matching his tone. "I have to. They
want Hank and me. It’s not going to work if I’m not there. I’m doing it Luis, to save everyone." He looked
around for somebody’s support. Jordan shrugged knowing she wouldn’t be able to fight with Sheridan, and Sam and
Hank remained nonchalant. After all, she did have a point.
"I’m going to get some fresh air." Luis said defeated, pushing past Hank, giving Sheridan a weary glance
and walking out the main door.
"I’m going to go find Grace and the girls." Sam said casting another disappointed look at Hank and exiting
through the kitchen doorway.
"Hank, keep an eye on Sheridan. I’ll go talk to Luis." Jordan said and left the two standing there awkwardly.
Tension and silence filled the room.
"I’m so sorry, Sheridan." Hank said slowly.
"Yeah, so am I."
"I’ve always been like this. Screwing up and then dragging people I care about into these messes with me."
"You didn’t have to be like this. If you cared about them so much you would’ve tried not to hurt them."
Sheridan said sitting down on the couch.
"I tried. My God, I tried. It was never enough. No matter how hard I tried, I wasn’t what they wanted me to
be. I’m so screwed up." Hank said sitting across from her on the coffee table, putting his face in his hands.
"I’m so sorry."
"I know, Hank." Sheridan said wanting to comfort him but not trusting him. She wondered how long it would
take for her to trust him again. To forgive him. "I know." |
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