<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #80FF80">Carlos Delgado</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/75418b36-82bd-4b2f-bdff-d44eb7e2deaf_zpsb78abdde.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Carlos could feel that she accepted his promise, a promise he really meant to keep, but one he wasn't sure that he would be able to keep. Still he would try it as hard as possible to keep it. And not only because he had seen what happened to Lea, if she lost the trust in someone. He would do it, because she deserved it. This silly, vulnerable girl in his arms deserved happiness and to be loved.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">"I didn't mean to hurt you, I didn't mean to hurt anyone... I was scared of being in love with you. I am...scared because...I love...you."</span> <br/><br/>There...she had said it. She had finally admitted that she loved him, may have loved him all the time they had worked together. But she had never had the courage to admit at that time. If she only would have said him one time, one single time, he would have never let her walk away. He would have fought for her like a lion, he would have dragged her out of this swamp by her own hair, she would have never left the force, they would still work together and she would have understood that it had not been a fault to kill that boy, that she had not broken any single promise she had made.  <br/><br/>She would just have to had said it one single time, like she did now and he would have always been at her side. He would have given her all his love, all his support, all his strength. There would be no Lea the stripper, no Lea the coke-head, no Lea the drunk addict. She wouldn't have to climb all the way back up from this deep hole she had dug for herself, she wouldn't have to go through the labours of cold turkey and getting clean and sober, she wouldn't have to earn her money in a way that was so degrading and she would never be the target for a killer. Carlos was deeply worried about that killer, far more than he ever made Lea understand. That guy had killed nine girls, all from the same part of town, all from the same looks and from the same profession, the police knew his favourite type of girl and there were dozen of plainclothes swarming over the area and still they had not a single clue whom that guy could be. The only person able to identify him was comateous in hospital and the other one he may believe that she could identify him had not the slightest piece of memory. He would be on Lea's tracks and Carlos had no illusion that the trick they had played on him would keep him off her tracks for long. He would find her and he would find him, he would realise quickly that Carlos was guarding Lea and that he knew that she was in danger. It would smell like a trap and it would force the killer to make sure that she would be dead without him caught into the trap. It was no cat and mouse play, it was a game where all the trump cards were in the killer's hand.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Why did you never tell me, Lea? Why, you silly, silly girl." </span><br/><br/>Carlos held her tight, watching her sleeping form. Her face seemed so peaceful in sleep as if all the demons haunting her had vanished. But they would return in full force, once she woke up again. A soft purr sounded from the bottom of the bed and then the cat jumped on the bed and walked over to Carlos. He stroked its fur, and finally she curled herself into a furry legwarmer on him and Lea.</div>