Love Will Find a Way

Disclaimer: I am not affiliated with NBC or James E. Reilly. These characters are not mine, with the exception of Victoria Evans. All other characters belong either to JER or to Aaron Spelling (Ben, Meg, Derek and Ted Evans).

~Setting~
This story takes place the day after "Martin Fitzgerald"'s funeral, when everyone finds out that he is not really Martin Fitzgerald.

 Chapter 1

Sheridan Crane was tossing and turning in her bed. It couldn't have been just a dream. It was all so real. The blood on her hands, the body under the sheet... "I didn't mean to do it! I'm so sorry," she says, over and over. Then a new figure enters the all too familiar scene. "Luis?" she asks. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to arrest you, Sheridan."

"Luis, no! Don't! I didn't mean to do it."

"But you killed my father!"

"Luis, no... Please... I love you..."

Sheridan shot straight up in her bed. *Not again,* she thought. *The nightmares are back. But what did I say to Luis?* She couldn't remember. *He is so fine,* she thought to herself. And then, *Stop it, Sheridan! You couldn't possibly be falling for that arrogant cop... could you?*

Luis Lopez-Fitzgerald was at the police station. "Sam," he said to Chief Bennett, "I want to be part of the investigation of my father's disappearance."

"Are you sure, Luis? I mean... this is personal to you."

"I know. I want to know. For Mama. And Theresa and Miguel. But most of all, for myself."

"Okay, then, Luis. I know you'll do a good job." Sam patted Luis on the back. So if Martin Fitzgerald wasn't in Santa Fe, then where would he be... Santa Fe. Slowly, his mind wandered, and he found himself thinking about Sheridan Crane. *She's nothing like her family,* he thought. *She is so beautiful... I wish I could just hold her and... Stop it!* Luis commanded himself. *You're not falling for that stuck up rich girl! She's a Crane, for crying out loud. But still...*

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(The next day, at Sheridan's cottage)

There was a knock on the door. Sheridan went to answer it, and Hank Bennett was standing there, with a bouquet of flowers.

"Morning, beautiful," he said, walking in. "These are for you."

"Why, that's so sweet of you, Hank," Sheridan said, taking the bouquet and smelling it. "Why are you up so early in the morning?"

"I wanted to come and see you, Sheridan."

"Hank, we need to talk," Sheridan said, getting straight to the point.

"What about?"

"Well... sit down, Hank, this is going to be a while." Hank and Sheridan sat down on the couch. "Hank, I think you're a really great guy and all," she began, "but I'm not looking for a relationship here."

"But..." "I know, you thought that I was really into you. I'm sorry, but I'm not interested."

"But we can still be friends, right?"

"Of course, Hank! You'd be a great friend to have, and I know I can count on you."

"Sheridan," Hank said, cautiously, "would this, by chance, have anything to do with my best friend?"

"Luis?" Sheridan asked, thinking back to that dream the other night, where she and Luis were in bed together...

"Sheridan? Sheridan! Earth to Sheridan!" Hank said, swishing his hand in front of her eyes. "What? I'm sorry, Hank."

"I said, would this have to do with Luis?"

"No! Not at all. Why would you think that?"

"I was just wondering. So... you're sure you're not interested?"

"Yes. I'm sorry if I disappointed you, but I think you're a great person." She gave him a hug. "Friends?" she asked, extending a hand.

"Friends," Hank said, taking her hand and shaking it.

Chapter 2 1
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