A/N: To my friends at FF, yes I know….another story. It is a short one and it is an old one. Found it on my old computer and since I started working on it, I cannot seem to focus on anything else.
Yeah, like you all have not experienced that. LOL.
Hope you enjoy.
Later.
The Power of Love
Chapter One
"Eames," Detective Ryan calls to her, pointing at the phone. "You have a phone call."
"Thanks Derek," she pushes the button on line one, "Detective Eames."
"Alex, its Steven Sanchez, how are you?"
She hesitates for a moment as she slowly sits down, "I'm fine thank you Steven, how are you?"
"Fine," he says sharply. The reason I'm calling is because Bobby has taken ill and…."
She frowns, "Ill?"
"He's contracted an infection and it's in his lungs," faintly she can hear him cuss, "Shit."
"Steven! Steven!"
Her partner, Jake Ferguson, who is sitting directly across from her, looks up from the paper that he is reading. "Alex," he frowns saying her name softly.
"I'm here Alex, sorry. He….he's not responding to the medication."
Jake watches as her face turns ashen, "Alex what's wrong?" he asks.
"How Steven? Did this come on suddenly? How long has he been sick?"
"He's been in the hospital for five days."
She stands and her chair rolls back and hits the lockers, "Five days!" she screams. The skeleton crew of detectives fix their gaze upon her. "He's been in the hospital for five days and you're just calling me now!"
"Alex you said that you didn't want to see him again."
She holds her hand to her chest as she exhales loudly, "I said that I wouldn't visit him there this time, which has absolutely nothing to do with you. Where is he?"
"He's at Saint Luke's Hospital in Plattsville."
"I'll be there as soon as I can and when I get there, you'd better not show your face Steven," she slams down the receiver causing all in the room to look for the sound. Jake stands and hustles to her side of the adjoining desk, retrieving her chair placing it directly behind her. She smiles at his show of kindness, "Thank you Jake," taking hold of the arm of the chair, she sits down. "Oh my God," she says softly as she rubs her temples.
Jake sits on the edge of her desk, "Alex what happened?"
She leans forward placing her elbows on the desk as she rubs her eyes, "That…." She points to the phone. "That was Steven Sanchez," she grabs a tissue. "He's Bobby's attorney." Tears are slowly running down her cheek, she sniffles as she wipes them away. "Bobby's been ill and he might…." She covers her mouth with her hand, "Oh God, no," she stands and within moments she is in the women's bathroom, splashing her tear soaked eyes with water, "He'll be fine," she says aloud, hoping it will be. Wiping her eyes and nose for the third time, her crying has subsided. Forgetting her bag, she pinches her cheeks to get the color back and runs her fingers through her hair. "Well for now, that's as good as it gets."
She knocks on his door, opening it at the same time. "Captain, may I speak with you please."
Captain Ross, looks up from his newspaper and notices her red eyes, setting it down as he leans forward, "Detective what's wrong?"
"I may need a few days off, I have a family problem."
"Your parents?"
"No Sir, my…." She sits down purposely avoiding his gaze. Dabbing her wet eyes again, "No Sir not my parents," she catches his eye. "My husband," the astonished look on his face is not a surprise to her.
"I knew you were married but I never knew he was still in your life, I never hear you speak of him."
"He's been away since you've been C.O."
He frowns, "Away?"
"Yes," she sits erect in the chair. "He's in Gainsport," she says unflinchingly.
"Gainsport?" he frowns, "As in the Gainsport Rehabilitation facility?"
Nodding her head slowly, "Yes Sir, fancy name but it's still a jail. I….I put him there." She sits back feeling somewhat relieved to have said it aloud.
TBC
