Hey. For those of you that noticed, I changed my penname from tivaloveforever.
So please keep an eye out for my stories under the name falling into heaven :)
Disclaimer: Ain't gonna happen. Not typing it, ok?
PLEASE review!!
The men were clearly drunk.
Not about-to-fall-over-pissed-outta-my-head drunk, but tipsy, to say the least.
"Dude, and I was like, ya gotta get outta there!"
"Dude, you're a jackass, y'know that?"
They stumbled round the corner, laughing hysterically, but stopped abruptly.
A young woman was sprawled on the ground, bloody and unconscious.
"Holy crap! Man, we gotta go!"
But the first guy stopped. "We can't just leave her to die…"
He rummaged through her bag, and pulled out a posh looking business card. Stella Bonasera, NYPD Crime Lab was printed on in a fancy-looking script. The phone number had been underlined.
He dialed quickly, thumbs fumbling. "Uh… hello? Is this Stella Bonasera?"
"Yes. Can I help you?"
"Uh… some girl's been beaten up pretty bad-"
"Then call the cops."
"Your buisness card was in her bag."
Stella paused. "Call an ambulance and I'll meet you at the hospital. Stay with her, alright?"
He nodded shakily, forgetting she couldn't see. Hanging up, he turned to his friend. "Call the medics – we gotta stay with her 'till this Stella woman shows up at the hospital."
"Is she gonna be ok?"
"Do I look like a freaking paramedic?" He growled, holding the girl's head still.
But inside, he was doubtful.
Stella rushed into the ED, panicked. It could be Lindsay.
If Lindsay had been hurt, she'd most likely lose the baby.
"Hi, I'm Stella Bonasera, I'm with the New York Crime Lab." She told the receptionist quickly. "A woman was brought in here with severe injuries… I was told to meet the boys who accompanied her here?"
The woman pointed to two frightened looking young men, both covered in blood.
"What the hell happened?" She asked.
"We were on our way home, and we saw this woman on the ground… she didn't look good. Found your number, and you know the rest."
"Any ID?"
"No ma'am."
"Was she… was she pregnant?"
"Don't think so. Looked damn good if she was." He blushed. "Wait… I meant-"
Stella grinned with relief. "S'alright, I know what you meant. If I can get your names and contact numbers, you can go home."
She noted them down, and headed to the glass room.
But when she saw the woman's face, she stopped dead.
Although Angell's face was covered in scars and blood, her identity was unmistakeable.
Stella had never seen the tough NYPD detective look so fragile, laid still in the white hospital bed that seemed to swamp her.
"Shit," She said, pulling out her phone. "Flack? Yeah, we have a problem…"
ooh-er. Don't panic, but I wont update that oftern. I hate updating, ok? I really am sorry. However, lots of reviews make it a whole lot easier and quicker...
Anna
