Trinity woke up the next morning, feeling the harsh bruise Nick had left her from last night. It was on her right shoulder blade and she knew it was the size of a softball. This defintely was going to give her a difficult time dancing. She dragged herself out of bed, seeing Carol was already gone, her bed made and her suitcase neatly placed on the middle of the bed. Her alarm clock read 8:35 a.m. and realized she was up a bit early. They weren't leaving for the next concert till 10:00. She was glad to have woken up on her own instead of those annoying wake-up calls. The constant pounding on the door that wouldn't stop till you got up to answer it. Opening her suitcase she grabbed a pair of her trusty jeans, and an oversized "I Luv Cape Cod" sweatshirt that had been her mothers. Grabbing a few other needed necessities she rushed to the bathroom.
Twenty minutes later, Trinity was done and scouting the hotel lobby. It was pretty empty, and she didn't see anyone familiar, so she figured she'd circle the hotel and see what surrounded it. She was glad she was dressed warmly for even though Germany's early morning showers had already stopped, the skies were still dark and thunder could be heard in the distance. It was defintely going to storm all day. At least she was alone. It had been awhile since she had had a minute to herself. She ususally was hanging with A.J or Howie, or was in rehearsal, and Carol was usually always around her, and when she was on the tour bus Randy would beg her to come up and keep him company. When she did catch moments like these she'd most likely be catching up on lost sleep.
Well now that she had this privelage back for awhile what should she think about? I wonder how Neil's is doing? She couldn't help but wonder if he was happy, lonely, angry, maybe even with another girl...She didn't want to admit it, but she thought about that a lot. She hoped when she went back she hadn't been replaced. She also thought about George. She missed him so much. Her only father figure at the moment, she cared about him a lot. Than her mind drifted to Carl and all her deceased peers on the police force. Carl was always a great friend to her and Neils. She wondered if Neil's was thinking about the bombing too. She had been trying to put it off for so long. But she knew she'd have to face it sooner or later. It was too easy for her to hide her feelings and forget. She just hoped George and Neil's had enough common sense and wouldn't release this guy. They should know that if they did, the leader wouldn't let this slide. He'd be all over the LAPD for revenge, full force. Than they'd probably never recapture him. In a small way, she was glad she wasn't smack in the middle of all the chaos.
A week or two ago she had picked up a paper and in it was a cover story about progress on the situation. She learned George was keeping really tight wraps on the crisis. The media barely had nothin. She wished she could congratulate him on he was handling all of it. Trinity's head lifted up when she heard sirens. She looked over, seeing a police car chasing a man on foot. He was carrying a pistol in his hand and was running straight for her. She had no time to react as he grabbed her and yanked her against the wall with him. A gasp escaped her just as she realized what was happening. The police car halted in front of them than a second later, four more came. She felt the cold nozzle pressed against her temple. What the hell is going on?!? The policemen got out, pulling their guns out and began shouting at her captor in German. "Trinity!" She looked over seeing Nick, Brian and Donna ten feet away from them. She looked at them then back at the German police. Shouts in an unknown language were being thrown all around and it confused her. The man with the pistol pointed at her head was screaming his native gibberish. "Don't worry Trinity sweety, we'll get you out of this!" Donna yelled. The voice was far away. This situation was familiar to her. On undercover duties she had played *victim* once or twice and she remembered what to do. Taking the captor by surprise, she lifted her left arm and quickly grabbed the pistol, turning a full 360, than gave him a swift kick in the head.
He went flying to the ground and she quickly kept him in place by holding his head down with her foot. She put the safety in the pistol than released all the bullets. "Whoa!" She heard people running towards them, and looked up watching the police grab the man as she released her hold. She handed the gun to one of the officers, and turned around to face Donna who had her arms outstreched. She pulled her into her embrace with force and hugged her tight. "Oh my god! Trinity! Are you alright!" "I'm fine." Trinity said calmly. Nick and Brian were by her side as well. "How the hell did you know how to handle that gun like that?!" Brian exclaimed, admiration in his voice. "What were you doing out here, did you know what happened?" "No, I just went for a walk and than he grabbed me." "How did you learn to fight like that? How did you know what to do? You handled that like all those cops in the movies!" Through all the commotion Nick had still not said a word. Probably feels bad. She thought. "Miss." She turned again, seeing one of the German police officers. "Miss, I want to thank for your help. I am deeply sorry you had to experience that. And what you did for us back there, your a hero. We caught him robbing a liqour store five miles down, and we've been chasing him ever since. If there is anything at all we can do for you-" She cut him off. "No, its fine. I'm just glad I could help." This confused the three, cause she said it as if nothing.
"I think we should go inside now, I'm kind of hungry." Trinity told them. "Are you sure your alright?" Donna asked. "I'm fine. Just a little shaken. Took me by surprise, I'm not hurt." She fibbed. Donna nodded, wrapping an arm around her shoulder, and Brian linked his arm with hers, leaving Nick behind.
30 minutes later the whole crew was seated. The dancers were at a table behind them, the producers and stylists had their own off to the far right, and the managers and the boys along with Trinity were seated in the middle. They were all surrounded over a hot, steamy, delicious breakfest. They had just told the story that happened outside and everyone was tripping out. It annoyed Trinity more than she could ask for. The constant "Oh my god's" and "are you okay" "what was it like?" made her want to scream. To her it wasn't a big deal. She had done it so many times, so many ways. She didn't see the big picture. "Um, Donna, I don't mean to be rude but maybe we should talk about something else. We all know Trinity's brush with death was erm...upsetting and all, but its over and she's fine, so shouldn't we get onto the topic we were going to present to her earlier." Nick said, looking nervously around the table. "yes, I suppose we should." Donna turned her attention to Trinity. "Well, we wanted to discuss the situation that happened last night." Trinity rolled her eyes at that. Everyones attention was now to her and Donna, and they were listening intently. "No, now don't roll your eyes. Nick was very upset last night, and we were worried that he was going to hurt you. That would have not looked good if it got out to the press. Now, Nick told me what went on, but before anything was decided we wanted to get your side." Donna explained. Her eyes widened. "What do you mean, decided?" She said, attiude dripping from her voice.
"Well...nothing is official. We just want to make it clear to both of you to stay away from each other. Even if it means having to have you go straight back to the hotel after your act, and you ordering room service." Donna said uneasily. Light coughs were coming from all over the table. "Wait wait, let me get this straight. Okay, so this is all MY fault than. I can't eat with anyone, and i have to seclude myself to my room just cause of Blondie over there? No Donna. No way. Just...no. I won't do that." Trinity said, raising her voice a little. "Well no I-" Donna began, but Trinity cut her off. "No Donna, just forget it. I understand. Fine, I'll become a goddamn hermit. Blondie's obviously more important anyway, Mr. High and Mighty who thinks he's the shit," She stood up, scooching her chair back so it made a loud noise, catching everyone's attention. She grabbed her plate. "But if I have to do that, than I get to do this." With that, she flipped the plate over letting the food sail all over Nick. Gasps erupted from all over the restaurant, but the loudest one came from Nick. "You won Blondie, hope your happy." Than she slammed the plate down on the ground so it shattered into a million pieces and stalked away.