HOLLYWOOD ENDING

©2002 Black Rose Collection

Revision ©2005

 

 

Part Three-“She Goes Down”

 

 

The distant thunder of a passing storm woke Calen up in the night.  The darkened room was only illuminated by the occasional flash of lightning that bothered to streak across the sky.  Had this all been another dream?  She wondered to herself once more, trying to recall the events of the past few hours.  Suddenly, she felt something touch her back, something soft and warm...familiar.  It was the light stroking of fingers running along her spine.  A pleasant voice spoke to her out of the darkness, letting her know to her relief, that it hadn’t been a dream after all.

“You ok baby?” the voice spoke softly.  She smiled.  It was Nikki.

She turned to look at him as a flash of lightning lit up his face.  “Yeah, the thunder woke me up, that’s all.”

He pulled her down to rest her head on his chest, stroking her hair lightly.  “I remember how you used to get spooked by thunder.  Its ok, I’m here, so just go back to sleep.”

She sighed.  “I know….I’m so glad you are.  I love the sound of rain when I’m with someone to share it with, but I’ve never gotten used to the loud thunder.”

“Thought this all had been a dream didn’t you?” he asked.

“How’d you know?”

“Cause when I woke up, I wondered it myself.  It took me a second to realize where I was.”

She smiled.  “Strange isn’t it?  All the times you’ve crashed in my house on the couch when it was too late or you were too tired to try for home…”

“But never in your bed…”

“True.  I wouldn’t have let you.  Well, I might have if you’d been persuasive.”

“I wouldn’t have tried.”

“I know.” She sighed.

“Well, I’m not going anywhere now, so just close your eyes.”

They laid in silence for rest of the night.  The thunder grew less and less, only leaving the soft rain hitting the window.  It was enough to lull them back to sleep.

 

 

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Sheri woke up early and immediately wondered why Calen hadn't called to let her know she was back home from Alabama.  It just wasn't like her to not check in.  She and Vince had been out all night together, but when no voice message was left, it began to concern her.  She checked her messages again, but still finding nothing from Calen, and stranger, nothing from Nikki to tell her that Calen hadn’t checked with him either.  After all, if she hadn’t called Sheri, she hadn’t called Nikki.  She picked up the phone, as she settled down at her kitchen table with a cup of coffee.

“Hello?” a quiet and groggy voice on the other end spoke.

Cal?  How long have you been home?  Why didn't you call me last night?”

“Sheri?  Hey sis, sorry, I got…uh, busy.”

“Too busy to let me know you're home?  You know how spooked out I get every time you get on a plane now.”

“I’m really sorry.  I knew you would be out with Vince, so I just figured on calling you this morning.”

“Did you at least check in with Nikki?  I’m surprised he hasn’t gone hunting for you.”

“Nikki’s here.” She whispered.

“What in the world is he doing there so early in the morning?  Did he show up to find you?  I bet he was pissed.”

Calen let out a soft chuckle and answered, “No, not exactly.”

“Then what?”

“He stayed the night again?”

Again, Calen chuckled, “No dimwit. He’s sleeping here next to me.”

Finally it sank in. “WHAT??  What the hell happened?” Sheri exclaimed, almost spilling her coffee.

“I’ll talk to you later.” Calen said, hanging up.

 

“Oh my GOD!” Sheri said, dancing across her kitchen floor.  She ran into the bedroom and jumped on the bed, waking Vince.

“Good lord…what's up?  What time is it?” A half-asleep Vince asked, trying to get his eyes open.

“Nikki spent the night with Calen last night!” she exclaimed.

“Oh. Ok.” he replied, laying back down and nodding off.

Mannnnn…you're no fun!  I’m getting dressed and going over there.” she laughed, running for the shower.  Vince just nodded slightly, rolled over and went back to sleep.

 

Calen rolled back over onto Nikki’s chest and closed her eyes.  She didn't want to get up, but she needed to, she had a busy day ahead.  Nikki slowly opened his eyes, awakened by the phone and looked down at his sleeping beauty, smiling brighter than he had in a long time, but he knew he had to soon leave to go home and face Tanya and he certainly wasn’t looking forward to that.  He sighed heavily, stirring Calen.  She looked up at him and smiled.  “Did the phone wake you up?” she asked.

“Yeah, but its ok…I need to get up anyway.  I really have to get back to the house and see if Tanya tore it apart.”

“I know.  I’ve got a busy day myself.  I have to meet with Beverly and turn in the movie script corrections.  I also have to meet with the cast and crew for script run throughs.  Luckily, I don't have to be at Beverly’s until 10am.” She sighed, sitting up.  If she had her choice, she would prefer to stay in bed all day with Nikki.  “Can you stay for breakfast?  It’s just toast with cheese, but you're welcome to have some.  How about some coffee?”

“Coffee sounds good, so does the breakfast.  I’m starved.” He said, sitting up. 

The doorbell rings, startling them both for a moment.  “Man, who is that so early?” Nikki asked, getting up.  “If it’s Jeff, I’ll kill ‘em.”

“Stop and get back in bed, you have no clothes on, I’ll check.” She said, pushing him back down and getting her robe.  She walked out to the den and checked the monitor.  No surprise to see it was Sheri.  She pushed the door unlock and waited at the bottom of the stairs for her to walk down.

“Who is it?” Nikki hollered from the bedroom.

“It’s Sheri.” She hollered back.  Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Nikki in a panic, scrambling for his clothes.  She giggled.  “She knows about us Nikki, chill out.”

“So what!  I still don't want her coming in here seeing my dick hanging out!”

Sheri laughed, coming down the stairs.  “It’s ok Nikki!” she hollered at him.  “I spent the night with Vince, so if I see anything I don't identify, I’ll shoot it!”

“Cute.” Calen said, walking over and sitting on the couch, with Sheri in tow.  She sat down next to her. 

“Well?  How was it?” she whispered, her curiosity piqued. She kept her eyes peeled to the bedroom door so Nikki wouldn’t eavesdrop.

“And a good morning to you too.” Calen replied sarcastically.

“Good morning…now, how was it?”

“How was what?” She replied innocently.  Sheri wasn't having any of it.

“You know what I mean, don't play cute.  How did it happen, and how was it?”

“Nikki found my diary on the laptop…and it was in-fuckin-credible.” she grinned.  “Man, I was so embarrassed, but once I let it out, he confessed to me that the feelings were mutual.  He just didn't want to mess up our friendship.”

Kinda like me and Vince huh?”

“Yeah, pretty much.  It was so intense…fucking maddening!”

“I’m so thrilled for you and Nikki both.  Sorry to be a downer, but now the question remains, what about the Plastic Princess?”

Calen sighed.  “I don't know what's next.  He is leaving after breakfast to see if Tanya trashed the house.  They got in a shouting match last night.”

“Uh oh.” Sheri said.

“What?”

“Nikki came over here and the two of you were with each other after he had a fight with Tanya?  That’s not good at all.  What happens when they make up?  Tanya knows nothing about this, so when he returns home, she will try to make good with him.  Where does that leave you?”

“What makes you think its gonna happen that way?  Why are you assuming this is the end?”

“I’m just playing devil’s advocate for a moment.  I want you and Nikki to succeed more than anything, but he has been with Tanya for half a year and through fight and fight with her, they always make up.”

“But this time it’s different.” Calen said.

“How?”

“Because I finally got who I wanted.” Nikki said, walking out of the bedroom.  Sheri blushed slightly, ashamed she had taken her eyes off the door and had been overheard.  He sat down next to Calen and put his arm around her. 

“Sorry…I didn't mean…” Sheri started.

“It’s cool.  And you're right.  When me and Tanya would fight, we would make up.  I felt that we could make it work, but not anymore.  She is a child, plain and simple.  I have wanted to be with Calen for a long time now and no one else will do.” He said with total assurance.  Sheri grinned, but in her mind, she will still not quite convinced.  Famous words rang in her mind…a woman scorned

 

 

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Nikki reluctantly pulled up to his house and found Tanya’s car still in the driveway and his heart sank into his stomach.  He had hoped and prayed all the way home that she had gotten tired of waiting for him and decided to go back to her house.  He dug down in his pocket for his key and put it in the lock.  Opening the door, he found what he had feared all along, his place was trashed.  On closer inspection, he discovered it wasn't as bad as he had thought, mostly finding papers everywhere, but nothing seemed to be broken.  That is, until he went downstairs.

His relief suddenly turned to shock when he found his downstairs den turned upside down.  All the pictures he had on the wall were down, the glass smashed and the pictures ruined.  Any picture of him and Calen, or just Calen herself was cut into little pieces.  His gold albums, bashed and broken.  His shock turned to rage as he found the door to the music room had been pried open.  Slowly he peeked inside, finding it as destroyed as the den.  To his disappointment and despair, his guitars had apparently been smashed against the wall.  He picked up his Blackbird and found it extremely damaged, but perhaps a bit salvageable with some work.  His anger was almost out of control as he headed back upstairs to find Tanya to have his word with her.  He walked through the house, calling her name, but got no answer.  He knew she was there, so he kept searching.  He checked on his kids’ rooms and to his surprise, found them completely untouched.  As he headed down the hallway, he heard music coming from the guest bedroom at the end of the hall.  The door was shut and locked, so he pounded on it as hard as he could, but no one responded.  Standing back, he lunged at the door, kicking it hard.  It flew open and almost off the hinges.  There he saw Tanya, sprawled out on the bed, her face pasty and gray and her lips were a slight tinge of blue.  He ran to her and checked her pulse, finding her barely alive.  He ran into his bedroom, grabbed the phone and dialed 911. As he was on the phone with the operator, he spotted a syringe on the floor, partially hidden by the tousled bedspread.  Too many memories came flooding back of a time in his life where stuff like that used to be a daily part of his life.  He was scared, disappointed and angry that she brought that shit into his house.  When he hung up the phone, he went to her side once more and began popping the side of her cheek in a vein attempt to wake her up.

“Tanya!” he called loudly.  “Wake up damn you!” Her face was red, but she showed no signs of consciousness.

“Shit…” he murmured, getting up and running for the door to wait on the paramedics.

 

When he didn't hear the ambulance in a few minutes, he ran back upstairs, picked up the phone to call back 911, but hung up when he heard his front door open and a voice call to him.

“Nikki!  Where are you?” the man’s voice called out.  Nikki ran to the top of the stairs and looked down.  At the door was Tim, Sheri’s brother, who’s a detective for the LAPD, who had come inside and was looking around, surveying the damage.  “What the hell happened man?  The dispatch said there was an overdose here.”

“Yeah, it’s Tanya, she’s up here.” Nikki replied.  Tim came running upstairs behind him, and into the guestroom.

“Ambulance is on its way, about one or two minutes out.” Tim said, checking Tanya’s pulse.  “Did you touch anything?” he asked Nikki.

“No man, I know better.  I didn't touch anything but Tanya.”

“When did she do this?” he asked.

“I wasn't here all night, I just got home about 15 minutes ago and found her.”

“Did she do all the damage downstairs?” Tim asked.

“Yeah, apparently so.  There is at least a few thousand dollars worth, especially downstairs.  She destroyed my gold albums and guitars.  My tapes of new music?  She pulled the tapes apart and threw them all over the place.”

“I can tell.  She must have really been messed up.  Have any idea who her supplier is?”

“Man, I tell you, I don't have anything to do with that shit anymore.  I don't have a clue.”

“Where were you last night?” Tim asked, taking down information.

“Does that matter?  I was…out.  We had a fight and I slept somewhere else.”

“Alone?”

Nikki paused.  He knew he probably had to say whom he was with, and knowing how protective Tim is of Calen, he wouldn’t be happy about it.  “You need to know her name?”

“Oh, I get it.  Well, I really do.  I just have to check all angles, you know, given your history and all.  Hell man, I know you and I know you’re clean, but it’s procedure.

“I know, but I don't want to get her involved.” Nikki sighed.

“I can question her in private.”

“Only if I go with you.” He insisted.

“Fair enough.”

“Ok, it was Calen.” He braced for impact.

“Oh, so you crashed on her couch again eh?” he laughed.

“Well, not exactly.  We, uh…” he started. 

Tim’s eyes got wide. “Ohhh..I see.  No need for explanation.”

“Sorry, I was trying to keep it private.”

“Its fine, look we have to concentrate on getting Tanya to the hospital, but you and I will have a talk, a serious talk, later.”

Nikki smiled and was relieved that Tim didn't get more upset than he did.  Tim knew of Nikki’s history with drugs and was always looking out for his sister and Calen, whom he had known since she was in kindergarten.  Tim knew he couldn’t protect them both from the bad stuff, but he tried.

From a distance, Tim and Nikki heard the ambulance coming up the driveway.  Tim ran downstairs to meet them, while Nikki stepped out in the hallway.  He had seen more than he cared to.  Too many emotions were running though his head to think straight.

“Nikki!” Tim hollered from downstairs.  He ran down to see what was up.  “Does Tanya have any family?  Next of kin and such?”

“Uh, yeah, she has a sister that lives in Monterey.  I think I have her number in my desk drawer.” Nikki said, running upstairs to his bedroom.  He dug through until he found his address book.  He found the number and ran back into the guestroom, almost tripping over the paramedics helping Tanya.

“You have the number?” one of the paramedics asked.  Nikki showed him the number and he wrote it down.  “Now, is she allergic to anything?”

Nikki thought a minute.  “Yeah, she’s allergic to penicillin, that’s all I know.” He said.  “Her medical history is filed with Cedars, she was hospitalized there after an accident last year.”

The paramedic nodded and made notes.  “That’s fine.  We can look up what we need there.  The hospital will contact her sister.”

“How is she?” Nikki asked.

“Not good, but were not giving up.” The paramedic said, busily writing down information.

Just then, Tim poked his head inside and saw Tanya on the stretcher, two IV’s in her arms and an oxygen mask over her face.  She appeared to be breathing on her own.

“Is she gonna be ok?” he asked.

“She’s breathing, but that’s about it.  She got a hard fix.  Do you know what she took?” the other paramedic asked Nikki.

“No man, I didn't even know she was using.”

Tim touched him on the shoulder. “Nikki, they need to get by to get her to the ambulance.  I’m trying to make this as quiet as possible as not to attract the media, but the sooner they get out of here the better.” he said, pulling him out of the room.

They both watched as they loaded Tanya into the ambulance.  His heart was heavy at the thought that she might die over something so petty as a stupid fight.  He was still angry for sure, but he wouldn’t wish her to die.

When the ambulance disappeared, Tim went to his car.  “Is Calen at home?”

“I…don't know.  She had stuff to do today, but she didn’t say what, or when.” He replied.

Tim opened the passenger side door.  “Lock up your house and don't touch anything, we might still need to investigate.  Get in and let’s go see Calen before she hears it on the news.”

“I need to change my shirt, gimme a minute.” He replied.  Darting into his bedroom, he grabbed a change of clothes, underwear, socks and toiletries from his bathroom.  He figured on crashing again at Calen’s, so he stuffed as much as he could into a bag and ran back downstairs.  He grabbed his keys and locked up, then leaned into Tim’s car.  “I’ll follow you. I won’t be back today and I need to have my car.” He said.

 

 

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Calen sat down on the couch to put her tennis shoes on before going back upstairs to the kitchen to clean up the breakfast dishes so she wouldn’t have to worry about them later.  She hummed to herself, feeling happier that she had felt in a very long time, but still couldn’t help but still hear the words that rang from Sheri.  She wondered what Nikki was doing at that moment…was he and Tanya making up?  Shaking her head, she let that thought drift away.  Surely Nikki wouldn’t allow Tanya to get the best of him. 

To Calen’s shock, she heard her front door open. Running out into the hallway, she saw Tim coming towards her, with Nikki close behind.  Their faces didn't look pleasant.

“What happened?” she asked, reading the bad news on their faces.  Nikki stood still, leaning against the wall, letting Tim talk to Calen.

Calen, was Nikki here with you all night last night?” he asked, pulling no punches.

“Uh, yeah, he was.  Why?” she answered.

Tim scribbled in his notebook.  “You wanna tell her Nikki?”

He approached her slowly, putting his hands on the side of both her arms.  “Tanya overdosed.” He said flatly.

Calen gasped hard.  “What?  Is she dead?  When did she do it?”

“She’s alive so far.  I found her when I got home, she had trashed the house.” He answered.

“What did she overdose on?  Pills?”

“They don't know yet.  I didn't even know she used.”

“You know I had to ask you to verify his whereabouts sis, sorry for that, but I wanted you to know before it got out on the news.” Tim said.

“I know.  It’s ok.  Has Tanya’s family been contacted?”

“The hospital will notify her sister.” Nikki said.  “But, if its ok with you baby, I wanna go over there until her sister arrives, she’s in Monterey, so it may be a few hours.  I have a bag in my car; I was gonna crash here until they're done with the house.  I have a lot of cleaning up to do.”

“Sure, anything.  I still have to get to Beverly’s, but call my cell when you know anything. And you know I don't mind you crashing here.  How bad is the house?”

“Bad.  I don't wanna think about it right now.  I just was so set to throw her out on her ass, then this shit happened.  What the fuck was she thinking?”

“We’ll find out.  After they clear her condition, if they clear it, they will set rehab for her.  Whether she goes or not is up to her.” Tim interjected.

Calen locked up the house and walked with Tim and Nikki out to her car.  All the way to Beverly’s she stirred, thinking about what had happened.  She knew she wasn't to blame for what happened, but she couldn’t help but feel guilty.  It wasn't like she cared a great deal for Tanya either, but she wouldn’t wish this on anyone and hoped she would recover.

 

 

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Nikki walked into the emergency room and up to the front desk.  He gave Tanya’s name and asked if he could go back and see her, but the nurse said that they were still tending to her and no one could go back that wasn't family.  Nikki assured them that he was the closest she had until her sister arrived, so the nurse relented.  She escorted him back to a small waiting room and told him the doctor would talk to him as soon as he could.  He couldn’t sit, so he paced around the room and tried to thumb through magazines for what seemed like an eternity.  The first half hour passed, then another full hour passed, and his anxiety grew.  How long would it take for her sister to arrive?  Had she even been called yet?  The doctors?  He cursed himself for being out of smokes. Was anyone even out there?

After another fifteen minutes of waiting and pacing, he walked outside the room and flagged the first nurse he saw.

“Could you please tell me what happened to Tanya Benson?” he asked.

The nurse scratched her head.  “Umm, the overdose from this morning?”  Nikki nodded.  “We’ve been so busy this morning.  I think she is still in there.” she said, pointing.  “The doctor will be out as soon as possible.”

“Do you know if her sister arrived?”

“I’m sorry Sir, I don't know.”

Nikki nodded.  “Thanks.”  He went back inside the room.  He continued to pace again.  A thousand possibilities ran through his mind as he waited for some word from anyone.  Finally, after another ten minutes, the doctor came in.

“Mr. Sixx?” he asked, extending his hand.

“Yes.”

“I’m Dr. Valdez.  I’ve been working on Miss Benson for a while now.”

“How is she?” he asked nervously.

“She’s going to recover.  We were able to stabilize her.” He said.

“What was it she OD’ed on?”

“Her system showed traces of Xanax and a large amount of heroine, the trackmark on her arm confirmed it was taken intravenously.”

“Good lord…”

“She is free of the drugs for now, but she needs rehab if she’s gonna stay free.”

“I know, but thank goodness she lived through this.”

“She should be released tomorrow sometime.  I understand they had a bit of trouble reaching her sister because she was visiting friends in Santa Monica, but she should be here anytime now.”

“Good. I’m glad she’s on her way.”

“Are you her husband? Boyfriend?”

“Neither.  Just a friend.” Nikki replied.

“Well, let’s hope you and her sister can convince her to get some help.”

“Thanks, we will certainly try.”

“I have more patients to see and tons of paperwork, so if you’ll excuse me.” Dr. Valdez said, walking out of the room and leaving Nikki alone.  He picked up his cell and dialed Calen’s number.

“Nikki?  I’ve been waiting forever. How is she?” Calen asked.

“The doctor just left, he said she’s gonna be ok.”

He could hear Calen let out a sigh.  “That’s good to know.”

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Waiting around to see if they might let me see her, I don't know, the doctor didn't say anything.  I might wait to see if her sister shows up.”

“Ok, well, I don't know when I’ll be back to the house, hopefully not long from now, but if you get there and don't see my car, just use the back door.”

“Where’s the key?” he asked.

“You doofus, you know it’s a combo entry.  The combination is…your birthday.” She said, giggling.

“My birthday?” he laughed back. 

“Yeah, I wanted something that most people wouldn’t suspect, yet something I could remember easily.”

“Well, it’s something I’ll remember easily too.”

“Thought you would.  So, just use that and I’ll see you later.”

“Ok baby…and thanks.”

“For what?”

“Oh, just being here, and not getting upset over all this.”

“Sure thing.  I know this has messed you up, just remember this wasn't your fault.  You had no idea anything was gonna happen.”

“I know, I keep telling myself that.  Ok, I’ll see you later.” He said, shutting off his cell phone.  He just didn't feel like hearing anything about fault.  He was just too upset.

He peeked his head out of the door and down the hall towards the rooms where the critical patients were kept.  Suddenly out of the corner of his eye he saw a woman coming towards him.  He could tell that it must be Tanya’s sister.  They had never met, but he had seen her picture enough to know it was her.  She was dressed in a dark pants suit and looked very conservative, almost stuffy. He started walking towards her and could see a tinge of recognition come over her face. 

Nancy?” he asked, coming closer.

“Are you Nikki?” she asked. 

He nodded pleasantly.  “I’m so sorry….” He began to say, but was interrupted suddenly by a hard slap to his face.  His head flew to the side, and he could taste a bit of his own blood.

“You sorry shit-assed junkie!” she spat at him.  “You’re a fucking piece of work, getting my sister on drugs and allowing her to overdose in your very own house.  You should be arrested!”

“I’m sorry, but I wasn't there when this happened…I can assure you…” he tried to explain, but she wasn't having any of it.

“I warned her about this damn city. She didn't do drugs until she came to Los Angeles.  I know enough about you to know that you’re involved in all that.  You do the math, genius.”

“I’m sorry you feel that way.  It won’t do Tanya any good for you to spread your hatred for me, so if you’ll excuse me, I’ll just leave.” He said softly, before turning and walking out the door to the parking lot.

He took a good ten minutes standing at his car to compose himself.  While he would never strike a woman, that was as close as he has ever come to doing it.  He knew she was upset about her sister and had to learn to let it go, but it was still insulting.  Besides, it hadn't hurt, she didn't exactly clock him, but her ring nicked his lip.  He turned his cell back on and tried to call Calen again, but the call wouldn’t go through.  Frustrated, he threw his cell on the passenger seat. 

“Nikki!  Wait please!” Nancy ran after him, calling out.  He turned around.

She sighed and paused.  “I’m sorry Nikki.  I…all this has me to rattled.  I talked to the Detective inside and he confirmed what you said about not being there.  He also said you’ve been sober for many years.  I guess I just took stuff and blew it out of proportion.  Please, forgive me for my ignorance.”

He smiled.  “Forget it.  Everyone’s tension level is high.  Let’s just concentrate on Tanya for now.”

“Fair enough.  I’m gonna go back and see if I can sit with her.  The doctor said that if she did well overnight, he would release her in the morning.”

“Good.  I’ll let you get back to her then.”

Nancy touched his arm.  “If it’s any consolation, she’s told me great things about you.  I’m just sorry I didn't remember them when we talked inside.”

He nodded kindly as he watched her walk away.  When she was inside, he got in his car and took off for Calen’s house.

 

 

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He parked the car in the driveway, grabbed his bag and went down the concrete steps of her back yard.  He dialed in his birthday into the keypad entry and breathed a sign of relief when it opened.  Walking inside, he listened to the silence and emptiness of her house.  He missed her already.  He decided to go ahead and shower while waiting for her to return.  It was getting close to dinner by now and it dawned on him that he didn't even eat lunch.  No wonder his stomach was growling.  Jumping in the shower, he held his head under the water for a long time, trying to wash the events of the day away as he held onto the belief that Tanya come through this and she would get some help.

Calen pulled in and saw Nikki’s car.  Going inside, she peeked over the balcony and saw the door to her bedroom open.  After a trip to the kitchen to put up the Chinese she brought home, she went downstairs.  She could hear the shower running and made up her mind to go check on him.  She opened the door to the bathroom and saw him standing under the shower.  Smiling, she gently knocked on the doorframe.  He looked up and immediately a smile crept across his tired face.

“I still have to get used to using a shower with no door or curtain.” He joked.

“Yep, anyone can just walk in and watch huh?”

“You love watching me shower.” He groaned at her.

“I do.  I had you in mind when I designed it.”

“Very smart.  A shower built for two, or three or four…”

She laughed.  “As if I’ve hosted parties in here.  Anyway, how is Tanya?”

“She’s better.  Her sister showed up and is gonna stay with her until they release her.  Probably tomorrow.” He answered, leaving out the part about her slapping him as he ran his tongue over this cut lip.  It was healed enough to go unnoticed.

“Tomorrow?  Isn't that pretty soon after what happened?”

“Not really.  Now that the drug is free of her system, she’ll be fine.”

“How are you?” she asked.

“I’m ok, really.  How are you?”

“I’m better now I’m home and with you.”  Nikki smiled. 

“So,” she asked.  “Shall I scrub your back?”

“I’ve already scrubbed my back.”

“Then can I scrub your front?”

Hummmm…now that I might have take you up on.  This is a very small shower, but I think I can squeeze you in here.” He teased.

Calen started walking towards the shower, slowly shedding her clothes along the way.  Nikki just stood, staring at her as water ran down his body.  When she was free of her all of her restrictive clothing, she stepped into the shower.  She wasted no time running her hands over Nikki’s wet body.  He turned her around toward the water and she closed her eyes as the water flowed over her hair, while Nikki licked and sucked at the water that flowed over her shoulders.  He turned her around to face him once more and pushed her up against the wall of the shower.  He slowly started kissing her stomach, drifting down to the top of her thighs.  Spreading her legs apart, he took his finger and slipped it gently between her soft folds, parting them slightly, while his other finger slipped inside, a gesture that made her jump.  With his tongue, he licked with long strokes up and down, spurred on by the intense moans he heard from above.  He worked his fingers in and out of her, slowly at first, then with increasing intensity.  Calen’s body shuddered and she cried out, grabbing Nikki’s hair and pushing herself hard against his mouth, as he felt her inside spasm and grip his fingers.  He stood up and they kissed once more as Calen wrapped her legs around his waist.  His hands ran down her body, but he had no intention of entering her just yet, he knew he had plenty of time.  He smiled at her as he let her legs free and reached around the shower and turned off the water.  He grabbed a towel.

“Stopped already?” she asked, perplexed.

“Not forever, just don't wanna wear you out too soon.” He said, smiling at her.

“Maybe you should turn on the cold water then.”

“I’ll survive.”

“You’re being sneaky.”

“Yep.”

“So, would like you some dinner?  I brought home Chinese.  It’s staying warm in the oven.”

“Great idea, I’m starved.” He said, gently trying off Calen with his towel.  They stepped out and after she got dressed in her t-shirt, she went upstairs to get dinner while Nikki settled in bed.  They ate their dinner, snuggling up together and watching reruns on TVLand.  For a while, they just let the rest of the world slip away and enjoyed themselves.

 

 

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Around noon the next day, Nikki took Calen in his car and they headed for his house to begin cleaning up the damage.  Calen wasn't sure what to expect, but when she walked in the downstairs door, she gasped at the vast amount of damage she saw in the music room. 

“Man, she must have really tripped out to do all this.” She sighed, walking around the room.  She picked up his Blackbird and cradled it.  “Oh no, the Blackbird…she nailed the Blackbird…can you fix it?”

“Yeah, I think so.  It’s got a lot of surface scratches, but I might be able to salvage it.” He answered, taking it out of her arms.  She could see the disappointment in his eyes.

She slowly trampled through and picked up the pile of reel tapes that looked like spaghetti all over the floor.  “Oh wow….”

“Yeah I know.  You know how many hours of work that is?” he asked.  “Good thing I had another copy of them stored away.”

She dropped the pile.  “Well, that’s good.  What a mess.”  Nikki could only sigh.  “Look, how ‘bout I go upstairs and start on that, you said most of that’s just paper and trash anyway, I can get a garbage bag and throw all that out, while you stay down here and go through all this.”

“Good idea.  This may take a while.  You know where the bags are.  Anything that looks salvageable set it out and I’ll look at it later.” He replied, walking out of the music room into the den.  He picked up a picture of the both of them that was only slightly damaged.  “What about the pics of you and me?  Should I try to save what I can?”

“Yeah, whatever you think is best.  I’m sure we’ll have plenty of time to take more.”  She said, taking the picture and throwing it in the trash pile.  “Don't try to save what can be replaced.”

He kissed her and watched her walk back upstairs before digging down into the task of cleaning up.

Back upstairs, Calen wasn't sure where to begin, so she walked into the kitchen to grab the bags, but was met with a startling sight.  The kitchen was also trashed, something that Nikki hadn't told her about.  Perhaps he didn’t check in here. All over the floor was food, flour, sugar, salt while on the walls were eggs that had been thrown and assorted condiments that were smeared over the cabinets.  All the utensils were on the floor as well.  Knives stuck out of the kitchen table, right where he kids would eat their meals.  Forks stuck in the walls, hung almost in suspended animation. The refrigerator was wide open, and all its contents spilled out, either inside, or outside on the floor.  She walked carefully through the mess and shut the refrigerator.  Looking under the sink, she grabbed several trash bags.  When she made her way back out, she turned to grab the broom from the utility closet, when something on the refrigerator door stopped her.  She screamed out loudly and covered her mouth and eyes, refusing to look any longer.  Nikki, hearing her scream, shot upstairs.

“Where are you?” he hollered.

“In the kitchen!”

He came running in and grabbed her in his arms.  “What is it?” all she could do was point to the door of the refrigerator.  On the door, spelled out in big read letters was the words “CALEN MUST DIE!”  He stood and shook his head.  Damnit!  What the hell is wrong with her?” he said, walking to the door and taking a closer inspection. 

“Is it blood?” she asked cautiously.  She didn’t really want to know the answer.

“I think its just katsup.  The paramedics didn't say anything about any wounds on her.”

“Thank goodness.  How spooky is that?” She asked, relieved.  “I knew she didn't like me, but this is out of control.”

Nikki kissed her again and handed her the bags.  “She’s history.  The past.  It’s us now, ok?  So, don't worry about her anymore.  She’s going to Monterey with her sister I’m sure, so she can get some help.  So, let’s get this going, I’m supposed to have a weekend with the kids.” He spotted the knives sticking out of the table, “and I don’t want them to see this.”

“Why didn't you tell me about the kitchen?”

“I didn’t know.  In all the panic, I didn't even think to check the kitchen.”

“Ok, sorry to get so upset, I feel silly screaming like that, but I assumed it was…”

“I know, I did too, but the bottle of katsup is right there on the floor, open and almost empty, so that has to be what it was.”

“Ok, let’s get busy before I decide to bail on your ass.” She joked.

Nikki went back downstairs, leaving her alone, and Calen decided right away that he would be the one to clean up the kitchen.  She sat down on the floor in the family room and started sorting and throwing trash away.

Almost an hour into their task, Calen heard the front door open, but ignored it with the assumption it was Nikki taking out the trash.  Suddenly, someone cleared their throat.  She turned around and came face to face with Tanya.  She looked rough.  Her hair, which was bleach blonde and usually fixed up all the time, was hanging down, dirty and stuck to her face in her face.  It was unusual, seeing her minus the makeup, her eyes dark and sunken.  She was almost unrecognizable. 

“Uh, hey Calen.” Tanya said, her voice quiet and hoarse.

“Tanya.” She replied.  She didn't know exactly what to say.

“Is Nikki here too?” she asked.

“Yeah…uh, he’s downstairs cleaning up the music room.”

Tanya smiled pleasantly.  “Thank you.” She started downstairs, with Calen looking her over in disbelief.

Nikki was knee deep in trash when Tanya came downstairs.  She stopped in the doorway and looked over the damage her rage had created, ashamed of herself.  She knocked softly on the door.  “Is it ok if I talk to you for a minute?”

He looked up, but showed no emotion.  “It’s your dime.”

They both fell silent for a moment while she walked in and looked closer at the mess.  “God…” she started.  “I swear I don't remember doing any of this.”

“You remember writing ‘Calen Must Die’ on the refrigerator?” he asked.  “Pretty classy huh?”

“I do remember that.  Look, I’m sorry for that.  On my way out, I’ll apologize to her too.”

“Whatever.”

“Maybe I should explain.  Just so you know…this is the first time I had ever done anything like that.  I…”

“Explain?  That’s the least you should do after you brought shit like that into my house.  You realize how long I fought to get my kids for the little time I have with them?  Then you go and do this shit and risk everything.  Good thing Tim came or I’d been right back in court.”

“I’m really sorry, I wasn’t thinking straight.”

“No fucking shit.  I just want to know…who supplied you?”

“Well, I’ll start from the beginning.” She said, sitting down on a stool.  “After you left, I lost my cool, and started trashing the den, including Calen’s pictures, then I trashed the kitchen and family room.  After that was done, I started crying uncontrollably…I just couldn’t stop.  I was so ashamed and guilty for doing what I did, I considered just killing myself to spare us both some pain.  I called my ex…I’m not even really sure why considering we hadn't seen each other in a couple of months, but he suggested I take a Xanax and sleep it off, so I let him bring some over.  After I took one and started to relax, he started on this thing about wanting to forget.  I said that I wished I could forget all that had happened and he said that he knew of the perfect remedy, but it was a prescription he had gotten from his doctor and had to be injected.  I was so mellowed out on the Xanax that I said ‘sure, go ahead and give me some’.  That’s all I remember until waking up in the hospital.  The doctor said it was heroine that was found in my system.  I’m still shocked.

Nikki shook his head in disbelief.  “Never trust people like that.”

“How am I supposed to know?  I’ve never done anything more than drink.  I can assure you too, it’s the last I’ll do.”

“Good to hear.”

“So, I just wanted to come by and get my clothes and stuff I’ve left here.  That’s all.  I didn't know you and Calen would be here.”

“Ok, just go into the bedroom and get them.”

“Thanks.” She said getting up and walking to the stairs.  She turned back to Nikki.  “It’s over, isn’t it?  Us, we’re over.”

He stood up.  “Yes, needless to say, it’s over.”

“I understand.  I’ll survive.”

“You gonna go to Monterey with your sister for rehab?”

“No, I’m gonna do it here.  I don't wanna run away from what happened.  I know I don't have much money, but I swear I’ll pay you for the damage.”

“Forget it.  Everything was insured.”

She sighed.  “Ok.  I…I’ll go now.  Take care Nikki.”

“You too Tanya.  Hope you get the help you need.”

She smiled as she turned and went upstairs, leaving Nikki to continue the cleanup.

Upstairs, Calen was piling up garbage bags against the wall when she spotted Tanya going upstairs toward Nikki’s bedroom.  Tanya stopped and leaned over the balcony rail.  “Nikki said I could retrieve my clothes and stuff from the bedroom.”  Calen nodded.  “Sorry about the refrigerator…it was just a scare tactic, and a stupid one.”

“Please tell me that’s katsup you did that with.” Calen said.

“Yeah, it was just katsup, I promise.” She assured.  Calen didn't care either way, but just wanted to make sure that Tanya’s problems just were connected to the drugs.

 

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Nightfall set in, and with Tanya long gone, Nikki ventured upstairs to check up on Calen.  With a huge bag of garbage in tow, he walked into the living room and found it in great shape, but Calen was nowhere to be found.  He checked the kitchen and also found it cleaned and polished.  He walked through the house and stumbled upon her in the bathroom.  She was putting away some cleaning products.

“Hey baby, the family room and kitchen look great.” He said enthusiastically.  She looked up and smiled, but just barely.  She was exhausted.  “You ok?” he asked.

“Yeah, I think so.” She answered, breathless.  “The family room was no problem, everything could be thrown away, but the kitchen…good lord, I had to spend forever just putting stuff up.  I loaded some dishes into the dishwasher too.  How’s the den and music room?

“Good so far.  It’s gonna take a while to get the music room back together.  She messed with all the buttons on my equipment and all that.  The den is in good shape.  I managed to salvage some pictures and stuff like that.  I could’ve come up here and helped you clean the kitchen.”

“Its ok,” she said, walking out of the bathroom.  “It didn't look like it was a huge task, but once I got started, it just seemed to grow.  I didn't even think to ask you for help, cause I knew you were busy with the downstairs.”

“I think were done for now, so let’s cut out of here…ok?  I think its time to show you something.”

“Sure.  You wanna crash at my house again?”

“Yeah, if it’s ok.  I just wanna erase what happened before I can sleep here again.  I have to be back here for the weekend though, for the kids.”

“I understand.  You can crash with me as long as you need, want or desire.”

He kissed her on the forehead.  “How about a ride?” he asked.

“Sure.  You know you never have to ask that.”

They walked back downstairs together as Nikki got the keys to his bike and locked up the house for the night.   They took off on the bike with Calen holding on to his waist.  When he turned the opposite direction away from her home, she began to wonder what he had up his sleeve  After what seemed like an hour, but probably only about 15 minutes, Calen could see the lights of the pier shining over the horizon, causing a shimmer on the water below.  Her eyes lit up at the thought of going to the pier, but Nikki turned off the main road and headed down the private part of the beach. 

“Where are you going?” Calen asked, still holding on.

“You’ll see.” He said, grinning.  He really had her wondering.

“This is privately owned beaches, we can’t be here.”

“Who says?”

“Uh, the people that own it.”

Nikki stopped the bike.  “And who’s to say that I don't know someone who owns a piece of this beach, and who’s to say that I haven’t gotten permission to use this part of the private beach as much as I want?” He got off the bike and helped her off.  Taking her by the hand, they walked down to the rocks that were close to the shoreline.  They sat down together.

“I can’t believe you know someone who owns all this.”

“I’m just full of surprises, you should know that by now.” He smiled.

“It’s beautiful here this time of night.” She said, sighing as she rested herself against his body.

“I knew you’d like it.  I often come here alone to think, sometimes to write.  It’s peaceful and quiet. I don't know how many times I have dreamed of bringing you here.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.  This is my own little private getaway.”

“How long ago did you find this?”

“Couple of years I guess.  A friend of mine owns it, and he told me that anytime I wanted to come here, I could.  He doesn’t live here, so he just uses it for investment property.”

“So I’m the only one other than you that knows about this?”

“Vince knows, but he hasn’t been here.  My sister knows, and now you.  That’s all.  I had thought about showing you many times, but just chickened out.”

“I feel privileged to see it, to see this part of you.  It’s beautiful and I’m glad you shared it with me.”

He held her close.  “I want to share everything with you.  Things I haven’t shared with anyone.  I want you to know everything about me, and I want to know everything about you.  I just don't think you realize just how much I love you.” He said, looking down at her eyes.  Their lips met softly as his hand touched her cheek, stroking her skin and stopping at her hairline.  They did nothing else but hold one another until the chilly night air set in and they headed for home. 

 

 

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Calen rode home one late night, lonely, tired and missing Nikki.  Two weeks had passed since the night at the beach, and they had both become bogged down in the grind of constant work.  Needless to say, her summer hiatus from The Practice was not coming fast enough.  Nikki was knee deep in writing, meeting with management concerning the songs he had submitted, and trying to make time for his kids on the weekends.  Like before, he was keeping correspondence with Calen through emails, phone calls and the occasional five-minute visit.  He missed her terribly, and knew she also felt the same.  Calen pulled into her driveway and parked on the side.  Picking up her night’s dinner, she headed to the side door, closest to the kitchen and fumbled for her keys.  When she put her key in the lock of the sliding glass door and turned, she didn't hear the all-too familiar click that comes when the lock opens.  Concerned, she pushed against it, and it slid open with no effort.  She put down her purse and food bag and stuck her head inside.  On the inside of the door, she saw what appeared to be scrape marks on the wood, becoming apparent that someone had pried it open.  It didn’t feel right. She didn't hesitate; she walked back to her car and grabbed her cell, dialing the guard station at the front.  She waited at her car and within 30 seconds, the guard came down her driveway.

“Miss McGregor?  What's wrong?” Brian, the guard, asked.

“I think my door has been pried open.” She said, walking towards the back door.  When they arrived, Brian held her back.

“Wait here.” He said, peeking inside and seeing what she saw.  There were obvious marks not only on the back of the doorframe, but on the front as well.  It seemed apparent right away that someone had used a sharp instrument of some sort to work the door lock open.

“This isn’t exactly the easier door types to pry open Miss McGregor, someone definitely took their time to figure this out.”

“That’s not comforting.  Why didn't the alarm go off at your station?” she asked.

“Well Ma’am, the alarm goes off on forced entry, something of considerable power, such as if it had been kicked in or if glass breaks.  This lock has been picked with great care.  The alarm wouldn’t sound on something like that.  Whoever did this, knew that already.  Wait here, while I go inside.” Brian said, radioing back to the other guard in the station to call the police.

“Tell them to call Detective Tim Kanapolis.” She said.

He nodded as he told his partner the instructions. Soon, he disappeared inside the dark house, using only a flashlight to light his way, while Calen stayed outside as ordered.  She started to grow more and more concerned when, after 5 minutes, he didn't return.  She could hear the distant sirens of police cars coming closer and closer, so she went back to the driveway to await them.  Soon, she could see the lights flashing as they approached the entrance to her driveway.  Once they pulled up, she could see Tim step out and come her way.

“You ok?” he asked, hugging her tightly.

“Yeah, the guard is checking out the house, but he hasn’t come out yet.”  She said.

Tim motioned for two officers to go in the house after the guard.  Its ok.  If there’s anyone in there, we’ll get ‘em.” He said, walking Calen back down to the back door.  They stood there and waited.  Soon, the two officers and the guard immerged.

“Yeah?” Tim asked them.

“Nothing Sir, the house is fine.”

“Good.  Calen, let’s go inside and see if anything is missing or out of place.”

“Ok.” She said, going inside after Tim.

They spent nearly a half hour going over every part of her house, yet she could find nothing missing or misplaced.  She was relieved, but still a bit unnerved that someone got in her door and was inside the house, even if nothing was taken.  She walked with Tim back outside.

“Well sis, I’ll file this and I suggest you find someone to come out and put in another door for you, this time, forget the sliding door and get a full one with a keyless entry like your downstairs.” Tim said, hugging her one more time.  Perhaps consider a fence around your property?”

“Tim, you always say that, but I keep telling you over and over, a fence would just be an obstruction.  I’ll order a new door, and then call the security company to rewire around it to make it more sensitive, and while I’m at it, I’ll have them rewire the downstairs door, just to be sure.

“That’s good.  You want me to call Sheri and have her stay with you tonight?” he asked.

Naw…I’ll call her later, it’s late, she’s probably asleep.  Which is where you probably should be too.

“I would be home in my warm bed by now if someone would keep making me work overtime.” He said, poking her playfully in the side.

“Then get your ass out of here and get home.  Tell Christine it’s all my fault and she can call and yell at me tomorrow.”

“I better not, or she will.  Or, she’ll just say you can’t come over and play with the kids anymore.”

Ohhh, that’s torture…and totally unfair!” she cried, laughing the whole time.  “I was gonna take them to Disneyland for Kayla’s birthday.”

Tim laughed.  “Well, you better let me get home then.”

“Then go…I’m not stoppin’ you!”

She waited until he left the driveway before she went back inside.  She went up into her attic and found several thin sticks she had used for old art projects.  Taking them to the kitchen, she put each one in the bottom of the sliding door until she found one that fit close to the whole bottom and kept the door from sliding open.  Relieved and a bit safer, she sat down to eat her late dinner.

Nikki stirred in bed, unable to sleep.  He had told Calen to email him or call him when she got home, no matter what time it was, but by 2 am, he hadn't heard a word from her.  It just wasn't like her to not call, even if she was working later than expected.  Finally, he couldn’t stand it any longer, and picked up the phone.

Calen had just cleaned up her dinner dishes and put out her trash when the phone rang.  Who in the hell is this? She asked herself out loud, checking the caller ID.  She blushed when she realized it was Nikki, and that she had forgotten to call him when she got home.

“Oh God, I’m soooooo sorry I forgot to call.” She started.  Nikki could hear her apologetic tone.

“Its ok, I was just concerned, I thought you might have had to work later or something”. He replied.

“No…it’s just that.” She paused, not wanting to tell him what happened. 

“What is it?” he asked.

“Hell…when I got home tonight, I found the sliding door had been pried open.”

“What?  Wait, are you ok?  Was anything taken?  Did you call Tim?”

“Chill baby…I’m fine, nothing was taken and I called the guard, who called Tim.”

“That’s it, I’m coming over.”

No..it’s too late, you need to go to sleep.”

“How can I sleep knowing this happened?  What if there is some stalker nut job out there? I won’t rest till I know you’re safe and that’s here with me, or me there with you.” He said.  She knew he was right.  The very thought of her being alone was getting spooky.

“Ok, you win.  You wanna come here?” she sighed.

“Yeah, gimme a half hour.  I’m gonna grab some enough clothes to stay a few days.”

“That’s not necessary…”

“It’s not? Ok, go to bed then.”

“Ok, ok, I just don't want to inconvenience you.”

“Baby…you will never do that. See, I’m not doing this just for you, but for me also.  I’ve missed you and even if we can’t spend a lot of time together, at least we can sleep in the same bed.”

“That does make sense.  And, I’ve missed you.”

He loved hearing that from her. “I’ll see you in half an hour.”

She hung up the phone and went to her bedroom to straighten up and turn down the bed.  Passing the time, she picked up her laptop and checked up on her mail.  She soon got so wrapped up in surfing new websites that she didn't even think to check her clock.  The door to the downstairs opened and in walked Nikki, carrying enough luggage it looked like he was going on tour.  She got up and watched him, giggling.

“You think you got enough?” she asked.

“Yeah, yeah….you love it and you know it.”

“Well, I know I love you.  So, get your ass in here and put your bags down.”

“Yes Ma’am…” he said, putting his bags in the corner of the bedroom.  He picked up Calen in his arms and threw her down on the bed, her head hitting the laptop.

“Ouch!” she cried out.  He kissed her forehead and said softly, “Sorry baby…”

She kissed him on the lips and turned him over on his back, and then sat up.  She looked down at him and he smiled up at her.  “You tired?” she asked.

“A bit, how about you?”

“Yeah, I’m a bit worn out, plus I have to get up in two hours to go back.” She said.

“Ok, fair enough.  How about we just crash?”

“I’m for that.” She answered, shedding her clothes and climbing in bed and Nikki got up to use the bathroom.  By the time he got back and settled in bed, Calen was out like a light.  He held her in his arms and slowly drifted off to sleep.

 

 

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Tanya paced around her apartment through a whole endless day, waiting for the one phone call that would confirm everything.  For more than a week, she has isolated herself inside her apartment, stuck in a deep depression.  She blackened the windows, shut off her power, quit her job, and refused to speak or see anyone.  The call was taking way too long and her anxiety, and anger grew with each passing hour.  Finally and mercifully, her phone rang.  She practically jumped over herself to answer it.

“Yes?” she said.

“It’s been proven.  They’re together.  He’s staying at her house.” The mysterious voice at the other end said.  The news was not good for Tanya.

“Is he living there permanently?” she asked.

“No, he only brought a couple of bags.  After I took out the door, I knew that if she was with him, he would come stay with her, at least for a while.”

“Where did he sleep?”

“In her bed.”

Her heart sank.  “Are you absolutely sure?”

“Yes, very.  I saw them sleeping in the same bed.”

“MOTHER FUCKER!!” she screamed in the phone before ripping the cord out of the wall and throwing it!  “I KNEW IT! I knew he wanted to fuck her…that little cunt!  She had her sites set on him the second my back was turned!” she continued to scream, taking and throwing what little she had around the apartment, smashing pictures, breaking glasses and damaging the walls.  It was the very last thing she wanted to hear.  Her anger consumed her and she drank herself to sleep.

 

 

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One of the few prized possessions Calen treasured most sat in her garage…an ’87 Trans Am Firebird.  It was dark red, with gray detailing down the sides and a huge firebird imprinted on the hood, and a gray interior and removable t-tops.  It reminded her so much of the car her brother used to drive, in fact, it was the same car.  She purchased it after tracking it down only a few months after settling in California.

As was her usual and predictable routine, Calen rose early to take the Trans Am out for a spin on Saturday morning.  Nikki walked her to the side door of the garage before getting in his own car to go home for a visit with his kids.  Shaking the keys in her hand, listening to the cling, she watched as Nikki left before putting her key in the ignition.  As she sat down and turned the ignition on, something startled her, something from outside.  It sounded like a short series of clicks, so she got out to investigate, wondering if it was from the car.  When she opened the side door of the garage and poked her head outside, she found nothing unusual.  She shut the door but then heard what sounded like footsteps running past her.  She spun around quickly, but again, found nothing.  She reached into the car and pushed the door opener, but the door didn't open.  She pushed again, and nothing.  Then she heard the clicking sound again.  Something was wrong.  Going to the wall, she tried the door opener there, but it also didn't work.  Panic began to set in.  She ran back to the car to turn it off, but to her shock and horror, they key had been broken off in the ignition switch…there was no way to turn it off.  She ran to the side door and turned the knob to run out, but it was now locked.  She was trapped.  She knew that carbon monoxide would soon start to build up in the enclosed garage if she couldn’t get out soon, so she tried kicking in the side door, but it just too hard.  Running to the garage door, she tried lifting it, but it was stuck and wouldn’t budge.  She banged on the door and tried screaming, but to no avail, with the combination of the car running and the distance away, her neighbors wouldn’t be able to hear her.  She got back in the car and grabbed her purse and prayed she had remembered to take her cell phone off the charger.  She found it.  With shaking fingers, she dialed Nikki’s cell number and hoped that he had turned it on.

“Yeah?” he answered, knowing whom it was.

“Nikki!” she started, trying not to panic and conserve air.  “The car…it’s on, and the door won’t open…I don't know what to do, the ignition won’t shut off.”

“What?  Baby, calm down, what is it?” he replied.

“I have the car on in the garage!” she screamed.  “The door won’t open.  Someone broke off the key, I can’t shut the car off!  HELP ME!”

Nikki swung his car around in a U-turn and sped back off toward Calen’s house.  “Have you tried the side door?” he asked.

“Yes, but it won’t open, its stuck or something.  It’s like it’s locked.”

“Baby, get away from the car as far as possible and take something to cover your face, like a cloth or something.” He instructed.  She did as he told her.  “Try not to breath deep, and don't talk, I’m on my way baby, hang on.”

“Nikki, I’m gettin sleepy, it’s hard to breathe…” she started.  Nikki ordered her to stay awake as long as possible.

“I have to hang up to call the police baby…just hold on for me and don't go to sleep.”

He heard her mumble a bit as he hung up the phone and called Tim.  When Nikki arrived back at the house, he immediately ran to the side door and tried opening it, but was shocked to find it locked.  He stood back and kicked hard over and over, but the door wouldn’t budge.  Outside the door, on the sidewalk, he found a sledgehammer that had been left by the landscapers, so he grabbed it and swung against the knob as hard as he could.  Inside, he could hear the car running and his adrenaline increased.  He swung for a fourth time, and the knob smashed.  He kicked in the door and it flew open.  Nikki ran in, calling for Calen, but got no answer.  Starting a frantic search, he found her in the corner, behind a stack of boxes, passed out still holding the cell phone.  He grabbed her up in his arms and ran outside with her, placing her on the ground.  Checking her over, he found to his relief she was still breathing.  He tapped her on the cheek, trying to get her to come around, and after a couple of minutes of breathing fresh air, he heard her cough.  She started stirring and her eyes opened, but she was still too groggy to speak.  Nikki just held her in his arms until he heard the sirens coming up the driveway.

Tim jumped out of his car and ran over to them.  “Nikki, what’s going on?” he asked.

“Like I told you on the phone, she called me and said she’d been locked in and the car was running.” He said. 

Tim stood up and hollered to the officer.  “Go inside and see if you can shut that car off.” The officer ran inside.  A moment later, they heard silence as the car stopped.  The officer returned.

“I lifted the hood and shut it off at the engine.  I checked inside and they key had been broken off in the ignition switch.” The officer said.

“That’s just what Calen said.” Nikki told them.

“Ok, now go check the garage door…and check on the status of the ambulance.” Tim instructed.  “Did she say anything else?” he asked Nikki.

“No, she was panicked and was starting to lose consciousness.  Luckily, I hadn't gotten too far away when she called, it only took a couple of minutes to get back.”

“As small as that garage is, it’s a wonder it didn't kill her.” Tim noted.

“First the back sliding door, now this.  What the hell is happeni