Hi. I'm back with a new story, because the muse just won't let me get away without writing this.
Please note: This is quite different from my usual stuff, and this is definitely not P/O fluff. I will continue this if you review.
I don't own anything that has to do with the TV show 'Fringe.' All mistakes are mine.
I am borrowing from a book that was highlighted in Season 3 of the series. A cyber cookie to the first one who can tell me the name of it, and also, which Fringe episode I am toying with. :)
Also, I could not come up with a title yet, which is unusual for me. If you have any suggestions please send them my way. Thanks!
Untitled-Chapter 1
Lincoln Lee pushed his glasses further back on his face and watched as the tugboat moved past them on the dark waters of Hudson Bay. Plumes of steam escaped its symmetrical stacks as it headed out toward the open waters. His parnter, Olivia Dunham, was squatting next to him, continuing to stare at the second of the two lifeless shapeshifter bodies decorating the ground adjacent to the bay. Copious puddles of silver liquid beneath them sat atop the macadam and reflected the clouds in the sky. Not far from them lay two other bodies, with crimson puddles, not silver.
"What do you think they were looking for?" Olivia asked looking up at him, her face serious.
Lincoln shook his head. "Don't know yet, but Broyles should be here soon. Maybe he's gotten an update."
Olivia rubbed her gloved hands together and then tugged her navy-colored knit hat further down on her scalp as she stood up. She wished they'd had time to stop for a second cup of coffee on their way to Manhattan.
Suddenly a man's sharp voice sounded. "Agents Dunham and Lee!" the police chief yelled."We've got a live one over here. Someone call the medics!"
Lincoln and Olivia shared a look before they ran to join the middle-aged man in dress blues on his knees, bracing a younger man's head neck with his hand.
"I think we've got a witness," Chief Donaldson told them excitedly. As excited as the police chief was, both Olivia and Lincoln sighed when they heard the bloody gurgle welling up from the man's throat. Olivia got down and as close to the man's face as she could.
"I'm Agent Dunham. Can you tell me your name and what happened?" she asked him trying to hide her horror as pink froth exited the man's mouth and ran across his cheek and down towards his neck.
"Tom Ferrera," the man replied, obviously struggling to get the words out. "Vince and I were supervising the unloading when these 2 men approached and asked where the shipment had come from. I told them Singapore. Then they just opened fire." The man was silent for a few seconds and then became suddenly anxious. He grabbed Olivia's arm. "Right after I got hit. I-I saw it. This bright blue light over the water. And a noise like a firework or somethin'." He stopped to cough and spit onto the macadam. "Where the light hit the water. It..it looked like there was a man's body, in the water!"
He pointed with shaky fingers over Olivia's shoulder 30 yards away, into Hudson Bay. "How long was I out? He might be dead. That guy. You gotta go look. A body's gonna freeze to death in the water today-you gotta go look!" The younger man was suddenly overwhelmed with a horrible cough and expectorated a small amount of bright crimson.
Olivia nodded at him. "OK, you have to calm down, Tom. The paramedics will be here soon."
Olivia gave Lincoln another look, as if to ask hm with her eyes whether he believed the man's story about a body suddenly showing up in the frigid waters of Hudson Bay behind them.
The loud and shrill ring of a cell phone pierced the air. Olivia retrieved the phone from her navy peacoat pocket and answered it on the third ring. "Dunham," she said into it forcefully."Yes, Sir. I will," she said moments later, and stuck the phone back into her pocket.
Olivia turned back to Lincoln who was watching the color change on Tom Ferrera's face."Broyles will be here in a minute. He wants me to go check out a lead about 2 miles from here. You OK?" The unfinished phrase was more of a statement than a question. Without waiting for his reply, Oliva stood up.
"Yeah, go, I got this," Lincoln replied flatly, still watching their witness.
Olivia Dunham nodded briefly toward Lincoln and the police chief and moved quickly toward her government-issued, black SUV. Moments later the engine turned over and Olivia left the scene.
The man on the ground grabbed Lincoln's shoulder as Olivia sped away. He cleared another coughing fit. "Hey, you gonna go check on that poor guy in the water?" His voice was weaker than before.
Lincoln looked at Chief Donaldson, and then back at the man on the ground. "Sir, where exactly did you see this body again?" Lincoln asked, half convinced the dying man was hallucinating.
"Not far over there. Hurry..." Tom's breathing became more labored. "He'll freeze to death if he hasn't already," Tom Ferrera said, slurring the last two words. The sudden, distant sound of an ambulance's wail filled the air around them. Tom tried to move.
"Sir. Stay still. The ambulance will be here shortly," Lincoln commanded him softly, knowing in his gut it wouldn't be in time.
Tom Ferrera shook his head 'no,' and squeezed Lincoln's arm. Lincoln moved closer to his face, aware of what was coming. "Tell my wife...I love her." Tom's hand slackened and slipped to the ground. Lincoln watched as his eyes rolled back and he became still. This was the part of his job Lincoln hated the most, because it reminded him of his father's death.
Lincoln walked toward the murky water in the direction the man had pointed out. A part of him wanted to believe Tom Ferrera had been having a near-death hallucination, yet another part of him wanted to find a body, and one that was still alive to give them a lead. Suddenly it looked like something was sticking out of the not-so-deep water. Lincoln blinked and took a second look. There was definitely something there, and he suddenly realized he'd have to get into the water to get a better look.
"Crap," he said to himself as he peeled off his gloves and stuck them in his pockets.
Ten steps later Lincoln caught a glimpse of a man's body floating in front of him and his mind jumped into gear. The color of the man's skin was pale, but not blue. Instinctively, Lincoln started pulling the lifeless body towards the shore. With one shaking hand he extracted his cell phone from his pocket and hit a button. "I need an ambulance to my 20 now!" he shouted into it. Lincoln replaced the phone in his pocket without disconnecting the call. Quickly, yet cautiously, he hauled the body to the water's edge and put a finger on the man's neck checking for a pulse. To his surprise he felt a weak one present.
Trying to ignore the cold seeping into his legs, Lincoln tilted the man's face up and felt a light puff of air exit his nostrils. He's alive! Lincoln thought to himself, trying to suppress the excitement of the idea that he may be staring at a witness. Or not, his mind warned him.
Lincoln studied the man's appearance as he waited anxiously for the second ambulance. His mind already rattling off the findings. In his 30's, in good physical shape-considering, dark clothing head-to-toe, brown hair, no wedding band...
Lincoln steered his attention to the man's face, staring into it, daring it to tell him more. Suddenly, the man's eyes snapped open and Lincoln and the man on the ground were staring at each other. As Lincoln's heart rate spiked in response, the man expression changed, as though he was evaluating something and drawing a negative conclusion.
As Lincoln Lee opened his mouth to say something to the mysterious man he'd just rescued from the water, there was a blinding light that totally engulfed them both.
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