You're Buying Me a Car
A/N I've been thinking about this... Kate told Nigel to buy her a car, but we haven't heard anything about it. Maybe he hasn't bought it for her yet. This is the story that
i've been thinking about.
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Dr. Kate Switzer stood under the bus stop sign again. She crossed her arms and pursed her lips.
She watched the bus pull up and was the first to step through the open doors. This was her way to work everyday now since that imbecile Nigel Townsend had gotten her car stolen during the riot when Det. Lu Simmons died.
He still hadn't bought her a car either, and her insurance hadn't helped.
She climbed onto the bus and sat on a seat beside a pregnant woman whom she had seen on the bus a few times. Her thoughts were pulled back to the day when Lily had given birth to Madeline.
For a split second, Kate wondered what it would be like to have her own child. She pushed the thoughts from her mind as the woman turned to her and asked:
"Do you have any children?"
"Me? Oh no," Kate said, rather quickly.
"Oh..." the woman looked down.
"Why do you ask?" Kate asked.
"My boyfriend left me when we found out I was pregnant... he thought he wouldn't be a good father... I just want to know if it's... worth it to have a child..." the woman began to sniff and tears fell down her cheeks.
"My friend just had a baby," Kate said softly, taking the woman's hand. "She says that every day is a miracle and an adventure because of her daughter."
"So... I should... keep the baby?" the woman asked.
"That's not my decision to make, it's yours. But I think... that if you kept the child, you wouldn't regret it," Kate smiled at the woman.
"Thank you..." she wiped away her tears with her free hand. "My name's Krysten."
"Hi Krysten, I'm Kate," Kate shook Krysten's hand gently.
"Hi Kate," the two women laughed together for a moment, then the bus pulled into a stop.
"This is my stop..." Krysten said. She pulled out a business card. "I'd like to talk to you again one day. Please call?"
"Of course," Kate smiled and took the card. She slid it into her purse.
"Bye," Krysten waddled her way off the bus and Kate sat in silence for the rest of the ride to the morgue.
"Woman, mid twenties to early thirties, stabbed three times in the back, purse missing... there's a good chance that this could just be a robbery gone bad," Jordan looked up at Woody.
"Jordan... she was pregnant..." Woody hated cases where pregnant mothers died.
"Yeah..." Jordan looked down at the body. "I won't know how old the fetus was until the autopsy, but I'd guess 6 – 8 months pregnant," Jordan sighed.
Woody shook his head. "What is this world coming to?" he mumbled under his breath. "I'm going to talk to the man who found her body," Woody walked through a couple of bushes until he came to the police tape.
Jordan sighed as she finished her exam. She signed the proper forms, and then she loaded the body into the morgue van.
She walked up behind Woody and tapped his shoulder. "I'm going to go back to the morgue. I'll see you there."
Woody nodded quickly and then went back to questioning the jogger who had found the body of the woman.
Kate walked into autopsy two. "Jordan have you seen..." she froze mid-sentence.
"Have I seen who, Kate?" Jordan asked, holding the scalpel just above the chest cavity of the pregnant woman they had found in the park.
"Who is this?" Kate asked, stepping closer to the body.
"We don't have an ID yet... should get one soon," Jordan replied, looking at Kate with confusion.
"I think I know who this is," Kate replied with a large poignant sigh.
"How would you know who this is?" Jordan asked, lowering the scalpel into the cavity.
"I met her this morning..." Kate began to go a little pale.
"Do you know her name?" Jordan asked, more intrigued now.
"Krysten..."
"What about her last name?" Jordan set the scalpel down and picked up a pair of surgical scissors.
"I don't know..." Kate disclosed. "I have her business card though..."
"Can you get it?"
"Yes..." she went off to the locker rooms. When the door closed behind her, she leaned against it. "Oh god..." she couldn't believe that that sweet woman had died.
"Has anybody seen Katezilla?" Nigel asked a couple of people, and Kate heard him. She mumbled a little and then went and quickly snatched the card out of her bag and stormed out past him.
"Kate, we have a case," Nigel walked up to her.
"I have to give this to Jordan," Kate stormed into autopsy and handed Jordan the card, just as Jordan was reading it, Woody stepped into autopsy two.
"Do you have an ID yet?" he asked.
"Yes," Jordan replied, handing Woody the business card. "Krysten Markson," she typed the name into the computer.
"Where'd you get this?" Woody asked, confused.
"Kate gave it to me," Jordan replied, looking at Kate.
"She said... she said her boyfriend left her when she found out she was pregnant..." Kate stared at the woman's dead face.
"Kate..." Jordan began, but she was interrupted by Nigel opening the door.
"Kate! We have a case. Let's go, now," he walked out the door again.
"Since when do you tell me what to do?" Kate mumbled, but she followed him anyways.
"Why did Kate have the woman's business card?" Woody asked, a look of confusion apparent on his features.
"She met her on the bus this morning... I think that Kate talked with her," Jordan finished up the autopsy. "She was 8 months pregnant," she said, looking down with a sigh.
"Eight months?" Woody's confusion dropped and gloom overcame him.
"Yeah..." Jordan sighed and pulled off her latex gloves. She tossed them in the bio hazardous bin. She walked out of autopsy and went to her office. Woody followed.
"Why would somebody want to murder a pregnant woman?" he asked, a look of disgust apparent on him.
"People are sick, Woody. It doesn't matter who they kill, they're still sick," Jordan sighed and ran her fingers through her long hair.
"Do you wanna get a beer after work? Just as friends, scouts honor," Woody held up his hand to say scouts honor.
"You know... I think I'd like that a lot... I'll need a beer after this," Jordan smiled at Woody.
"Alright, I better get back to the precinct, see you later," and with that he left.
Kate couldn't even touch the body at the moment. She stared.
"Kate? What's the matter?" Nigel asked, a little concerned.
"It's... it's nothing," Kate snapped out of her trance and got to work.
"Don't lie," Nigel scolded her.
"It's really nothing."
"It's something," he chided.
"It's just that... this man is always on the bus in the mornings, and I had seen Krysten on that bus a few times... I'm just being paranoid. It's nothing, why would somebody want to kill all the people on a bus?" she forced a chortle.
Nigel smiled tightly and then returned to work.
Kate told herself that there was nothing wrong, but there was the gnawing sense that something was wrong. She continued to work, forcing all thoughts of anything except work out of her mind.
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A/N What did you think? I'm thinking... serial killer:) please review! This is my first Crossing Jordan story in a few months, so I hope it's in character!!
Thanks!
-S-D-