#risking life in prison to get cricket put into witness protection

[bellaciaobitch]

ESCAPAR

Summary: AU | Raquel decides to stay with Sergio instead of visiting Angel in the hospital, afraid she will get arrested in the process. So she ends up escaping with the gang and has to learn how to live as a fugitive.   [AO3] [spirit]

Chapter 9 - Bonnie y Clyde PT. I 

"Nonna, is there any other way out of the house?" Raquel had an urgent tone and when she turned her eyes back to Nonna, her expression had already changed, Inspector Murillo taking on full control. The old lady also noticed the change in the air and frowned in concern.

"What happened?"

"Yes or no?"

"Y-yes ... by the kitchen"

Raquel did not have to wait any longer. She worked well under pressure, it needed seconds for her to activate the police mode and calculate a effective strategy. In the end, there is not much difference between running away and chasing someone. All this dancing is about who gets to the finish line, the competition is what really matters, and Raquel wished she had prepared herself better than with just a pistol attached to her waist. She passed through Nonna without a word and walked to the kitchen, finding Sergio already putting on his black jacket, his hands dripping from the dishes he was washing.

"How did they find this place?" She asked even if she knew the answer.

"They made the math, just like you did in the hangar," Sergio said without looking at her. He seemed less calm than normal but not completely relaxed and that took off Raquel’s confidence. She saw his fingers tremble and helped him with his jacket and backpack, picking up his car keys in it’s front pocket.

"We're not going to need it," he announced, taking the keys from her hand and throwing it in the sink’s drain "I have a plan"

"Of course you have" Raquel mocked and Sergio gave her a half smile before heading to his grandmother to give precise instructions in Italian about how to behave when the police knocks on her door. Then, he looked around and began throwing all the plates and cups that were left for drying, shattering them into a tiny pieces. He messed up the kitchen table, tore the curtains out of the window, and destroyed everything he could to set the perfect scene of a fight.

"I need some of your hair," he told Raquel, who ripped out a few strands without a second thought. He spread the strings across the floor and left his own fingerprints on chairs, tables, and walls. She did the same, trying her best to help, until a crazy idea came to her mind, making her body shiver.

"How about some blood?" She asked, and he turned around to stare at the knife in her hand, ready to slice a part of her own body.

"I think it’s exaggerated, Raquel. And I would never ask you to do something like that, it's very dangerous... "

But Raquell didn’t even listen to what he said. She was used to improvising, which was what she did best, especially when she had little time to decide what to do. And following her impulses was what she loved most in herself, she felt free , like the owner of her own destiny when she did so.

It wasn’t difficult for her to open a small cut in her hand, deep enough to drain a good amount of blood. With the adrenaline, didn’t even feel much pain: the bright red liquid flooded in her palm, and she clenched her fist, letting the drops fall onto the kitchen floor and sink. She also left bloody stains on the white walls and refrigerator until he held her wrist softly, to stop her.

"That’s enough" he said, wrapping a dishcloth carelessly on her injured hand "We have to go"

"Be careful!" Nonna shouted when they were almost at the door and Sergio came back to kiss on her forehead.

He whispered something in her ear again that made her open a sad smile before turning her back to her. Raquel felt her heart small and she could not stop looking back as Sergio pulled her out the doorway, into the  night immensity dark of the night. Nonna looked so fragile, waving from the open kitchen door, and Raquel was terrified for her, knowing everything the police could do to reflect on Sergio. She wanted to go back and take Nonna along with them but could watch as the Professor led the way. She even tried to yell a “thank you” but she was too far away to be heard.

They ran together, hand in hand, down the hill with the dark night casting a shadow over them. There were no sirens or sounds of gunfire, but everything seemed far more threatening in the deep silence and any small noise alerted her senses. Raquel couldn’t get her injured hand off from her waist, where the gun rested, but Sergio did not even notice, making his way through the high grass, to a small abandoned barn, lit by a very deem yellow light.

"Sergio, who owns is this place?" She asked as he forced the wooden doors to open. "Do you really want to argue about this now?" He complained without looking at her. "Of course, you already have the dirty pile of police charges, we don’t need another one for trespassing!"

The door opened with a bang and raised a lot of dust, dancing in the air, lit by the weak light. The interior of the barn was very dark and seemingly empty, except for a large gray cloth covering something big that Raquel couldn’t identify at first. Sergio entered without second thoughts but Raquel stood in the doorway, covering.

"It was from Nonna's husband. They used to stock grapes from the old harvest" he replied, removing the cloth and taking a good look at what lay beneath. The black motorcycle looked pretty old, too big to be vintage, and like everything else there was also a filthy. Sergio smiled and smoothed the leather bench. "But the bike is mine"

Raquel had already witnessed his abilities on motorcycles but still doubted that the big metal junk would work. She was pretty sure that would be a waste of time, but she kept quiet while Sergio rummeged in the engine. Her hand tingled and she desperately wanted to remove the pistol and stand guard. But it made no sense to show off when there was no real danger, only the high bush and an old plantation of grapes in the distance. Raquel listened but there was no sound. Not even the crickets sang on the night of the full moon. The void made her uneasy because she preferred the noise, the scandal. She knew how to handle screams, sirens and shots. But the feeling of not being fully protected and not being able to trust her senses made her spine twitch.

"There's little gas," he finally said, pushing the bike out of the barn. "But I think we make at least six miles with it."

"It's enough to get to the road," she reasoned as he closed his black helmet around his head "But when they realize that we’re still here they will close the borders ... if they haven’t already done so"

"It's a risk we will have to take. I hope I didn’t spend all my luck on the robbery." The motorcycle rumbled beneath him and Raquel stepped away involuntarily. He looked uncertain at her, from behind the glass of his helmet, and held out another one for her. "You’re coming, right?"

The inspector didn’t allow herself to hesitate anymore. In parts because she desperately needed to leave that place but also because she remembered the promise she made him, that she would help him when he needed. I'm with you. Her words echoed in her mind in the few seconds Raquel took to take the helmet from his hands and put it on. And she smiled, feeling her heart calm down a bit as she wrapped her arms around his waist behind the bike. Sergio rolled the bike, and with the wind blowing her hair, she felt invincible.

He drove along bumpy dirt roads until they reached the main highway that led to the border between Italy and Switzerland. Raquel recognized the blue and red lights first: two little dots glowing in the black night that grew bigger and bigger until they multiplied, becoming a police parade, blocking the main road. There were at least five police cars, and Raquel knew they couldn’t, by themselves, take all the cops inside the cars without some of them calling reinforcements. Sergio, in front of her, let the air out of his lungs slowly and the inspector understood without him having to say a word. It would lead into a chase. Searching and capturing. A matter of hours until closing the borders

Shit. She thought and craned her neck to look at the gasoline level of the bike above Sergio's shoulder. He turned his head to look at her. "I know someone who owes me a favor," he said, and the sound came muffled. "Maybe we can get a helicopter to get out of here, the helipad is near and we won’t spend that much gas."

He took a disposable cell phone from his jacket pocket and dialed a number. While the professor was talking nervously in Italian on the phone, Raquel glanced forward again, staring at the cars in the distance. Days ago she would be in one of those vehicles, holding her badge in her chest with pride, eager for the glory of putting the greatest thief in Spanish in jail. She would handcuff him, recite a prison warrant she knew by heart, and sentence him a lifetime behind bars. Then she would go home happily, with a latte in her hands and her daughter coming to her after a long period of work. Raquel closed her eyes and wished that she could unite everything that she loved the most in the same scenario. Her old life, her career and the possibility of a future next to him. She wished things were that simple, exact, like one plus one is two.

But when she opened her eyelids again, she could only see equations too difficult to solve.

It wasn’t long until Sergio turn off his phone and followed her eyes to the parking police cars. "We need to do this first, you know."

The inspector sighed "All right"

And without saying anything else, Sergio accelerated his bike as much as he could.

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