Disclaimer: Everything you recognize, the scenes, and characters, belongs to and is owned by Chuck Norris, Norris Productions, and other companies connected to the shows Walker Texas Ranger and Sons of Thunder.

Comment: This is the sequel to the story:’Till death do us part’, so if you don’t know what happened in that story I suggest you read it, but you should be able to catch on in this story. So, ENJOY!!
 

DALLAS DOWN-TOWN

"Trent watch it!" Monica yells at Trent as she tackles him just as the bullet flies by Trent’s head. They both fall behind a 4x4 pickup truck.

"Man, that was a close one!" Trent says and she sits up straight.

"Where’s Carlos?"

"He’s still taking care of Mr. Powerhouse over there." Trent tells her.

Monica leans past the car to see Carlos boxing a huge bald guy. But she quickly swings back as another bullet hits the car. The crazy buddy of the Powerhouse man was still firing at them.

"Why do you guys always have to find the pshyco’s for a divorce settlement." Monica says and she pulls off a few shots at the crazy loony. He quickly ducks but then swings the automatic rifle in his hand toward the 4x4.

"Next time, Kim has to research our clients before she sends us into battle!" Trent says and covers his head as another shot goes off.

"Ok, I’ve got an idea." Monica says and she leans to him and tells him her plan.

Carlos hits the ground as the huge bald man leans over to give Carlos another punch. But Carlos then kicks the legs right from under the Powerhouse and he falls to the ground. Carlos then gets to his knees and just as the baldly starts to get up again, he slams a right fist in his face and the Powerhouse drops to the ground again, not getting up again. Meanwhile the pshyco fires another shot at the truck, Monica then comes up and fires off three shots, and he jumps to the ground and the bullets miss him by an inch. He then gets to his feet and brings up his rifle to shoot again.

"Hey Buddy!" The pshyco turns to see Trent standing behind him, and realizes that he must have slipped away while he was on the ground.

He brings the gun around to shoot, but Trent had already brought up his leg and kicks the gun out of his hands. The pshyco moans in pain as he holds his painful hand, just as he turns to attack, Trent comes up and hits him with a hard right punch. This jerks the man’s head sharply to the side. He folded up, stunned. Carlos then comes up and picks up the rifle. Monica then comes closer with her gun still drawn, she then takes a look at the Powerhouse who is still lying on the concrete pavement. "You ok Carlos?" Monica asks him, putting away her gun in her side.

"Yeah fine, why don’t you arrest these goons detective." Carlos says as he wipes his jacket off.

"Don’t start Carlos!" Monica says as she warns him. She takes out her hand-cuffs and bends down to the pshyco.

"I’m not starting anything." Carlos says as he turns away and walk to the Powerhouse.

Monica just grins at him and then picks up the pshyco and reads him his rights. Trent only smiles at her and then follows her to her black Jeep Wrangler, Carlos then comes up dragging the Powerhouse. Monica puts another pair of hand-cuffs on him and Trent puts him into the Jeep next to his pshyco pal. Monica then turns to Carlos who is getting ready to follow Trent to his Corvette.

"Hold up Carlos. Right here, right now. What is your problem with me being promoted to detective?" Monica says with an angry grin on her face.

"I don’t have a problem Monica, it’s just, I know how they can screw you around there. And I don’t want them doing that to you too." Carlos says to her. "Look, I was a detective in New York for three years before I went into the acting business, so I know how to handle this. The only reason I became one here in Dallas is because my Captain found out I was here helping you guys so he trasfered my profile to Dallas PD. And Walker thought it would be a good idea to continue my work here." Monica says telling Carlos her story.

"And that’s exactly why you should be one Monica. You shouldn’t just leave your career just because you want to help out at Thunder Investigations." Trent assures her. He then hears sirens in distance and knew that the Dallas police would arrive shortly, late as usual. But he kept quite about that.

"Thanks Trent, but I want you guys to know that I’ll always be there to lend you a hand." Monica says smiles at the two PI’s infront of her. It was a real hard choice that she had to make a few months ago when the Captain of the Dallas PD approached her with the offer of becoming a lead detective.

"Just like today huh?" Carlos says smiling back at her.

"Exactly, but next time. Warn me what I’m getting myself into with you guys." She says laughs.

"Yes detective!" Trent says and comes closer and gives her a hug.

Unaware to them, someone from the end of the street puts down his camera. He puts his Police-sunglasses on and starts the car. The Ford then pulls away leaving Trent, Carlos and Monica there waiting for the Police to arrive.

THE NEXT MORNING

RANGER HEADQUARTERS

"Hey uncle Walker." Monica says as she enters the office of the Ranger. She walks up to his desk and sits down.

"Hey Monica. Heard you helped out the guys again yesterday taking our some bar muscle’s." Walker says and he puts down his pen and looks at her.

"Yeah. I guess I still have some of the Thunder Investigations blood in me." Monica says as she smiles at the Ranger.

"Well, just make sure you Captain doesn’t find out about it. You’ve worked hard to get to here." Walker tells her.

"I will, and once again I’m very grateful for helping me get into the force Uncle Walker." She thanks him.

"It was my pleasure." Walker says to her.

"Come to think of it, you wouldn’t happen to know just how my Captain in New York knew about me being here, would you?" Monica asks Walker with a grin.

"Who me?" Walker says smiling at her, but his smile then disappears as something runs though his mind.

"You said you wanted to talk to me?" Monica asks him.

Just then Monica’s cell-phone rings from her side.

"O excuse me Walker." Monica says, Walker nods to her and she gets up from the chair and takes the phone from her side and walks a few steps from the desk.

"Detective Banon" She answers the phone.

"Hello Monica." A chilling voice from the other end says to her. Monica feels the cold chill go down her back.

"Who is this?" Monica asks the male voice.

"What, you don’t remember me? I’ve thought about you ever since we last met." The voice says to her. Monica’s head spins around trying to pin a name to the voice, but nothing comes up, she had no idea who it was.

"Well, you let me know who you are and I’m sure I’ll remember you." Monica says trying to get the answer out of him.

"O you’ll know soon enough. Keep your eyes open Monica, I’ll be seeing you soon." The voice then disappears when the phone from the other side is put down. Monica slowly brings down the mobile phone form her ear, she puts it back on her side and then turns to walk back to Walker’s desk.

"Who was it?" Walker asks her as she comes up to the desk.

"O no one. So, what did you want to tell me?" Monica asks him, trying to get that chilling voice out of her head. Just then Trent comes walking into the office, he sees Walker and Monica at the desk and walks over.

"Hey guys." Trent says and gives Monica a kiss on her cheek.

"Trent? What are you doing here?" Monica say smiling at him in amazement. Trent’s smile then disappears, and he looks down to Walker.

"I called him here." Walker says from behind them.

"Why? Whats wrong?" Monica asks him very worried.

"Monica, sit down." Walker tells her. Monica then turns to him, Walker also has a serious look on his face.

"Come on guys, what’s this all about?" Monica asks them, Trent then pulls a chair closer and sits down next to Monica.

"Monica, I don’t know how else to tell you this. But I thought that you should hear this. Michael Walters escaped from prison early yesterday morning. The police have been looking for him ever since, but nothing has turned up yet." Walker informs her.

Walkers words hit Monica like a brick. She couldn’t believe it, after all the time she had tried to get him out of her mind. It had been almost over a year ago. The words he had said to her right he shot her, ‘Nothing personal’, still haunted her mind every day and night. But now, like a blast from the past, he was back again and Monica could feel her legs go numb from just thinking of those words again. Trent saw the look in her eyes, he knew that the news was going to be a shock to her, but he wasn’t sure how she would take it. When Walker called him this morning, he couldn’t believe it, or he didn’t want to believe it. The man almost killed Monica, and Trent was filled with rage when he stood with the gun pointed at Walters head. If Carlos wasn’t there to cool him down,... no, he wouldn’t think about it. It was in the past, but no he was afraid of what might happen in the future. But no matter what happened he would protect her every day and night, and the words of Walters came back into his head,’You think you can protect her? You couldn’t protect her the other night, what makes you think you can now?? I got to her before, I will again!...I WILL!!’. But Trent wouldn’t let that happen, nothing was going to happen to her while he was protecting her.

"What? How? Is he is Dallas?" Monica asks Walker getting her head back together again.

"We’re not sure, but don’t worry. I called your captain and we’re placing you under full protection." Walker assures her. Trent takes hold of Monica’s hand trying to comfort her.

"Protection? Who?" Monica says to him, still very confused.

"Me." Trent says to her holding her hand tight, Monica looks at him in amazement.

"I’ll be your bodyguard for the time being. And don’t worry Mon, you’ll be safe. I won’t let anything happen to you." Trent says to her and places his other hand on her shoulder. Monica smiles at him, and the confusion disappears from her mind.

"I know you wouldn’t." She says to him and they kiss each other in a comforting way. But then something lights up in her head, she pulls away from Trent and thinks for a moment.

"It was him." She says in chilling amazement.

"Who?" Walker asks her, he could see the look in her eyes.

"Walters, he called me. Just now on the cell-phone. I didn’t know it was him, he said that he would be seeing me soon." Monica says, the cold feeling went down her back again.

"Don’t worry, I’ll have the phone company check out your call record and see where the number came came from in the meantime, I want you two to head home and as soon as I hear anything I’ll let you know." Walker tells them.

"What? I’m not going to help with the investigation?" Monica asks Walker, she knew that she would go crazy if she had to sit around at home waiting for news.

"Nope, your off duty from this moment. So, get out of here you two." Walker tells her, and he picks up his pen and continues with his work.

"See you later Walker. Come on Monica." Trent says as he stands up and pulls Monica up too.

"But I..." Monica tries to say as Trent pulls her closer and they walk off. They head to Thunder Investigations were Carlos and Kim were waiting for them. They did know what was going on but wanted to see Monica to make sure that she was ok. Trent and Monica soon arrive at the Thunder office and walk inside, Carlos and Kim jump to their feet as the door opens, and Monica and Trent walk inside.

"Hey guys." Monica greets them.

"Hi Monica, we’re so sorry." Kim says to her, she had the same worried face as Monica had an hour ago.

"Don’t be, I’ll be fine with a bodyguard like Trent."

Monica says giving Trent a hug.

"Yeah well, Walters would be stupid to try anything now. Hey, for all we know, he could be in Mexico right now." Carlos says to her, trying to make the best out of the situation.

"Your right Carlos. Listen guys, Monicaand I are heading home so if you hear anything or need anything just call me on my mobile phone, we want to keep the apparetment line clear, ok?" Trent tells them.

"Sure thing Trent, see you guys later." Kim tells him.

"Bye." Monica greets them and she and Trent turn and walk out the office down to the car. When they leave Carlos and Kim just look at each other. They shared the same thoughts, if there was a chance of Walters being in Dallas, Monica could be in grave danger.

That night Trent and Monica spend the whole night watching movies and eating some pizza. Trent talked most of the evening, while Monica kept quite, thinking only about Walters. But the night pasted slowly and soon they fell asleep in each others arms.

Three days passed and nothing turned up. Some of the officers were called off of the search for Walters, they believed that Walters hand either skipped town or the country. Trent still kept a close eye on Monica, but had to be careful not to get too annoying. Monica made that clear to him that the wasn’t going to follow her into the bathroom. Walker and Trivette also kept the search going but it had became clear that they wouldn’t find anything until Walters made his next move and that’s what they were afraid of.

The forth day went by slowly and the same as the day before, Trent had become more relaxed and that night, he and Monica decided to go to the movies. After which they headed home late at night, Trent opened the apartment door and walked inside first, checking every corner he could lay his eyes on. Monica switched on the light and put down her purse on the table, Trent couldn’t believe how relaxed Monica had become over the past few days, it was as though she had forgotten about everything. Then shock swept though the room as the phone rang in the living room. Monica felt her heart skip a beat, it wasn’t easy trying to look calm and relaxed to everyone else, when deep inside you were hiding all you fear.

Trent walked into the living room towards the phone. Testion building with every step he took, closer tot he phone. If it was Walters, Trent and to think of something to say to him. But he still kept thinking of that night, the image of Walters shooting Monica still haunted his mind. Trent just kept telling himself that he had to keep calm, and keep Walters talking so they could get a trace on him. He finally reached the phone, taking a deep breath he picked up the headpiece. Bringing it to his ear he turned to Monica, looking deep into her freightend eyes, Trent then answered.

"Trent Malloy."

"Hey Trent, it’s Walker. Sorry I called you on the apartment phone, I couldn’t get through to your mobile phone." Walker says on the other side of the line. Trent signs in relief, and looks into Monica’s eyes almost telling her she could relax. It wasn’t Walters, this time. Trent then takes out his cell-phone from his pocket and sees that it’s off.

"Yeah, the battery must be dead." Trent says smiling at Monica who just smiles back at him and roles her eyes and walks off to their room.

"What’s up Walker?" Trent asks Walker after watching Monica walk off.

"I need to talk to you, can you come down to the Ranger Headquarters?" Walker asks him, sounding very concerned.

"Sure, should I bring Monica?" Trent asks, hearing Monica walking into the bathroom and the shower going on.

"No, I think it would be best if I talked to you first." Walker tells him.

"Alright, I’ll be there in a few minutes." Trent says and puts down the phone. He then walks to the bathroom when Monica walks out.

"What did Walker want?" She asks him.

"He wants to see me, will you be ok here on your own?"

Trent asks her trying to seem calm.

"I’ll be fine." She says to him.

"Are you sure?" Trent asks her.

"Yes, I’m sure. No get out of here!" She tells him.

"Ok, I’ll see you in a while." Trent tells her, he then kisses her and Monica turns to the bathroom and closes the door.

Trent then grabs his car keys and walks out the door, he turns and closes the door firmly and locks it, he checks it and then walks off. Once outside he opens his car door and gets in, he shuts the door and starts the car and drives of, he drives past a dark Ford parked across the apartment building, watching Trent drive away.

Once at the Ranger Headquarters, Trent walks inside the Ranger office and sees Walker, Trivette and Carlos standing around Walker’s desk. He walks up to them, trying to ignore the worried faces.

"Hey guys, what’s up?" Trent greets them.

"Hi Trent, we got some information on the call Walters made to Monica a few days ago." Walker tells Trent and he picks up a file from his desk. Trent looks at him waiting for an answer.

"The call came from a telephone booth in a local Dallas Market place." Walker tells Trent further.

"So, there’s no way we’ll be able to find him." Trent says knowing what Walker wanted to say next.

"Exactly, but we’re still trying to get a search on a stolen Ford from the other day." Trivette says to Trent’s answer.

"A Ford? You think it might have been Walters?" Trent asks him, trying to remember if he had seen one anywhere lately.

"There’s a chance, the driver was killed in down town Dallas and the car was then taken." Walker answers him. Then something clicks in Trent’s head.

"There was a black Ford parked outside my apartment when I left a few minutes ago." Trent says in worried voice. Walker’s eyes then widen at Trent’s response.

Back at the apartment Monica walks out of the bathroom with her night gown on and wipes her wet hair, she walks over to the living room. She sits down and reaches for the tv remote when her cell-phone starts to ring, Monica gasps at the sound and she feels her heart skip a beat. She looks at the mobile phone lying on the table, she then takes a deep breath and reaches for it. Monica picks it up and presses the ‘answer’ button on the cell-phone.

"Detective Banon." She answers.

"Hello Monica." The chilling voice sinks down to her feet.

"What do you want." She demands.

"Just wanted to know how you were doing. You must be pretty lonely in that apartment all by yourself. Need some company?" Walters says on the other side of the line.

"You stay away from me you bastard!" She yells at him. Monica then jumps to her feet, she walks to her purse and takes out her gun. She then walks to the window and shuts the blinds and switches off the lights.

"Don’t you talk to me that way detective or I swear I’ll slit your worthless throat!" Walters tells her in a cold voice. Monica could feel the fear growing inside her, she couldn’t hold inside anymore and knew it would overtake her.

"F**k you Walters! I’m sick of hiding from a crazy bastard desperate for attention, so either come up here now and kill me of just leave me the f**k alone!" Monica says and shuts off the cell-phone, trying to keep her tears of fear in but faills. Then the terrifying sound which she recodizes as fear goes off behind her, and Monica screams in fear as she sees the apartment phone behind her ringing, she drops her cell-phone and it falls to the ground. She then leans to the phone and jerks it out of the wires connected to the wall and throws it to the ground, and silence overtakes the dark room.

"It just went dead." Trent says as he takes the head phone piece away from his head, and looks at the others standing in the office.

"Try again." Carlos tell his friend, who was also starting to get worried. Trent nods and dials the number again, and this time a simple beep is all he can hear. He then put the head piece down on the phone.

"Nothing." Trent says and everyone joins his look of concern.

"Why don’t you try calling her cell-phone." Walker tell him, trying to give some options.

"Ok." Trent says and picks up the head piece again and dials the number, but then puts the phone down and look back at them.

"It must be off." Trent says to the rest and they all fear for the worse.

"Alright. Trent, Carlos. Get down there now and see what’s going on, call us when you get there." Walker tells them, and before he can finish talking, Trent and Carlos rush out the office to head to the apartment, praying that Monica was ok.

Trent slams the brakes of his Corvette as they reach the apartment parking space, once Trent gets out he looks across the street, but sees no sign of the black Ford. He and Carlos then run into the building, up the stairs and then reach the apartment.

"Monica?!?" Trent yells to the door, hoping for a response. Nothing. Carlos then takes out his gun and loads it, Trent then takes a step back and kicks the door open. Carlos walks inside aiming his gun at whatever he could see in the darkness. Trent then walks in and sees the phone lying on the ground in pieces, Trent’s heart start’s beating faster. They both then walk inside the bedroom and once inside Trent hear a faint sniff coming from behind the bed. He walks closer only to see Monica huddled up in the corner between the bed and wall, he walks closer.

"Monica.." He says and in a second Monica lifts up her gun aiming at whatever was standing infront of her.

"Easy Monica! It’s me Trent!" Trent says lifting his hands, trying to keep himself and Monica calm. Carlos then switches the light on at the door. The bright lights hit Monica’s eyes and she had to blink a few times to adjust to the light, but it was only when she saw Trent standing infront of her that she lowered the gun and tears overtook her. Trent kneeled down by her side, taking the gun out of her hands and handing it to Carlos standing behind him. He then pulled her closer and held her in his arms as tight as he could, and felt the shiwering body in his arms.

"Oh Trent, I’m sorry. I thought it was him, I didn’t know it was you. I was so scared." Monica says as she holds Trent tightly, and tries to hold in her tears. "It’s ok, I’m here now." He tells her, holding her close and not ever wanting to let go.

THE NEXT MORNING

SOMEWHERE DOWN TOWN DALLAS

"So Mike, when do we get our money?" Kyle asked Walters who was sitting at the old wooden desk infront on a huge dirty window over looking the ‘bad’ side of Dallas.

"When the job is done." Walters answered him, not taking his eyes off his .45-caliber Sig P-220 semiautomatic pistol, cleaning it to the finest polish. He met Kyle a few years ago, an old friend, and after all the years Kyle still owed Walters a favour. But Walters would have to pay him, and Walters knew that it was hard finding good help around here.

"What the hell are we supposed to do??" Mitch asked standing next to Kyle, the two brothers did everything together, and with the kind of money Walters had promised them both, they would soon be taking a vacation together in Miami or somewhere.

"Your here to do what ever I tell you to do." Walters says loading a new clip into his pistol.

"Whatever you say, boss. So we grab this ‘victim’ of yours tonight, right?" Kyle answers to the armed man, he knew better than to argue with Walters.

"Right, did you get everything ready?" Walters says turning around and looking at the two punks infront of him.

"Sure did, everythings ready." Mitch says to him.

"Good. Now get out of here, and give me some time alone." Walters says turning back to the desk and looking out the window.

"Got yah, come on Mitch." Kyle says and they both turn and walk out the old stuffy room, filled with nothing except two chairs, an old wooden desk and an armed man, ready to kill.

LATER THAT EVENING

"How’s she doing Trent??" Carlos asks over the phone.

"A little better, she started talking earlier. Seems Walters called her first then when I called her, it spooked her. Thank heaven’s she alright." Trent says holding the apartment phone together, he had plugged it back into the wall again, but the thing kept falling apart.

"Well, we’re still running a search on the Ford. I’ll let you know when we hear something. See ya." Carlos says.

"Thanks Carlos, bye." Trent says and carefully places the head piece back on the main phone, but it just falls off. Trent just leaves it as that, not worrying himself with something small like that, he had other things to worry about.

"I’m really sorry about the phone, honey." Monica says as she comes walking inside the living room.

"Nah, don’t worry about it. We needed to get a new one anyway." Trent says smiling, he walks up to her and hugs her. Her eyes were still a little red from all the tears, but she had stopped shivering.

"Tell you what, I’ll make it up to you. How about I make your favourite pasta?" She says looking deeply into his baby blues.

"You don’t have to do that, we could just get some pizza again." Trent says, not wanting her to worry about other things.

"No please Trent. After a week of just eating pizza, I think pasta would be a great change." She says smiling.

"Ok, if your sure." He says stroking her back with his soft hands.

"I am, although I do need some red wine. Would you go and buy some?" She says wrapping her hands around his neck.

"Sure, but I don’t want to leave you here alone again." Trent says getting worried about what happened the previous night.

"I’ll be fine, besides the cafe is just down the street. You could just quickly walk there and be back in 10 minutes tops." She says to him, she didn’t want to worry about being alone again. She would be ready for Walters, if he was that stupid to try anything again.

"Well, ok. I’ll be back soon, I promise!" He says and kisses her passionately, then turns and grabs the apartment keys and his wallet and runs out the door. Monica then turns and walks to her office desk and takes out her pistol, loads it and put’s it in the back of her Jean. She takes a deep breath and goes to the kitchen to start with the pasta.