DISCLAIMER: I don't own Kim Possible or work with Disney. This story was written just for fun.
I know I already have several stories on here, but I've been toying with this one and finally decided I wanted to write it. It's almost finished, so I might have the second chapter up soon.
Some Wounds Don't Heal
By FAH3
The rain just wouldn't stop. It had been that way for hours, even before they had arrived at the hospital. Right now, the rain and the weather outside matched his mood as he raised his shaking hands to wipe away the sweat and tears away from his face. Dr. James Timothy Possible was having a hard time coming to grips with the reality of the situation at hand. He glanced behind himself, seeing the woman he loved laying in the hospital bed with the glow of the lamp making her look like a living angel. Her long red hair always seemed to frame her elegant round face just right. How he loved her. He would be willing to do anything if she had ever asked him. He would kill for her, and he would die for her. But the one thing she wanted the most, the one thing they both wanted to achieve together, he had failed to give.
She had just become a resident at Middleton General, the same hospital she had gained her training at. One month into her residency, and his new job at the Middleton Space Center, she told him something that made him fall in love with her even more then he could believe was humanly possible. What was he saying? Nothing's Impossible for a Possible, but not today. She had created a candle lit dinner with the most elegant meal he had ever eaten in his life, and played the music they had danced to when they fell in love. It was during their dancing that she had leaned into his ear and told him that she was pregnant with their baby. He thought his heart would break out of his body and fly away as he felt so much joy fill him. For nine and a half months, everything was going perfectly.
There were no complications, no defects or abnormalities. The baby was healthy, even when they checked his wife when he brought her in. Her heartbeat was normal, so why the hell did this happen? Everything was just fine. Sure, he realized he had forgotten his wife when he was halfway to the hospital and had to turn around to get her. She was so calm and collected the whole time, even when she was having the worst contractions and he was loosing his mind. Why? Why God? Why?
"Why are you doing this to us?" he asked as he looked at the dark cloud covered sky. "You owe me that much! You took my father when I was still growing up, but why this? She didn't even do anything wrong except try to live! Why did you do this to us?" James asked as he leaned his head against the thick window pane and let the tears fall as he felt his heart being torn to shreds by his pain.
They had just given her an epidural to help her deal with the pain and everything was still going like it should. She was doing fine and seemed relieved that she finally received the pain killer. Even the monitors for both their heartbeats said everything was going fine. When the doctor came in, everything went to crap in an instant. The baby's heart rate started to become erratic for no reason. He had never seen his wife so terrified in his life. Not even when a rocket blew up and almost took out one of the labs. She was so scared that it was unbelievable. The doctor ordered an immediate C-Section. They knocked out his wife because she was starting to panic so much and they didn't want to risk the baby's health anymore than they had to. It seemed like the whole damned thing lasted for an eternity.
"James?" she asked, still sounding like an angel.
He wiped away his tears as fast as he could, and tried to put on a normal face so he could tell her. He almost passed out from the news, and this would damage his wife in a way that he didn't want to imagine in any way.
"Morning, Hon. You had me so worried." He said as he sat by her bedside.
She was still waking up and trying to focus her vision to her surroundings. So it was safe to say that she hadn't noticed her husband's red eyes, or the trails his dried tears had left on his face. There was just her beautiful smile as she gazed her blue sapphire eyes down her body and noticed the dramatic drop of her once protruding stomach.
"Talk about a great way to loose weight." She joked as she grasped husband's hand and felt him embrace hers in both of his hands and kiss it. He was so strong and brave, but an old injury in his years at High School kept him from venturing into the heavens themselves. So he decided to help others reach that place of mystery instead. He cared so much for others that she felt lucky that he loved her. As she looked into his face, she could see the sorrow and pain in his eyes. The pain. Something wasn't right at all. "James?" she asked him.
"There – ah, - there was some kind of complication. The baby somehow had her umbilical cord tangled around her neck." James said.
"James, did they get our baby out in time? James, where's our baby?" she asked him as felt that icy cold panic return to her. It grew even worse as tears began to flow more and more down his face.
"They didn't get to her in time, honey." James said as his voice cracked.
Her heart broke into more pieces than any puzzle or broken vase could ever make. The fear was replaced by the most horrible kind of pain imaginable. The kind of pain that no parent should have to feel as it tore apart everything she had. She just latched onto her husband like he was a life preserver and cried her pain and anguish out into the stillness of the hospital room and into the cold unfeeling weather outside. Her sobs came out in ragged screams as every single word her husband had told her sank in. The life she had felt for nine months, the one she had vowed to care and protect as it grew inside of her body, the one she so desperately wanted to hold and love was gone from her. All she could do was scream her pain into the cold night as sorrow drove its sword deeper and deeper into their hearts.
Outside her room, everyone she had gotten to know on the maternity ward had to do their best to keep from crying themselves. Anne was such a very caring woman and had become a good friend to everyone on that floor. Even the old janitor that complained of every single thing and person in his life had to do his best to keep from crying as they heard her screams piercing through the closed hospital door. They couldn't believe what had happened to her. Everyone was looking forward to the birth of her daughter, and most of them had arranged her baby shower a few weeks earlier. The news of her daughter's death was one of the hardest blows this floor had ever taken. The last time something this bad happened was when a young mother had delivered a micro preemie a year ago. It was so sad to watch that small child struggle for life and only to loose.
It was almost even harder for the young doctor as he finished filling out paperwork as he took his handkerchief and wiped the sweat away from his brow. He had to deliver Anne's baby, and dealing with the aftermath of it was a much harder strain than he could take. He quickly left the floor as Anne's screams of pain and anguish seemed to only get louder and echo in his ears. He soon found refuge in the small area where they had a few snack and drink machines and let out the breath he had been holding ever since the delivery. He was so scared that he was shaking, Shaking was never a good sign with a doctor, even if the doctor wasn't a surgeon. How he hated stress.
As he stood back up, he was greeted with nurse McKillan. She had been in the maternity ward for thirty out of her thirty-five years at this hospital. It seemed like almost nothing could melt her hardened exterior, even the cries of the new neural surgeon that could still be heard. She had assisted in the delivery, so how could she keep a hard face even now?
"You doing okay, doc?" she asked, but sounding like she could care less.
"I'm j-just a little nervous." He said.
"Then you better quit being nervous." She said as she drank her steaming hot coffee in one gulp and walked over to the shaking doctor. "If you want to pull this off, then you better straighten up pretty damn quick. I made the switch without anyone noticing, so all you have to do is make the delivery and give me my cut." She told him.
"How can you stand to do this?" he asked her.
"You'd be surprised at some of the things I've had to do over the years. Besides, I'm not the one with a gambling debt to pay off. Now the people are here, and they're waiting. Now go do your job." She said as she walked out and looked in the direction of Anne's painful crying. "You know, I never really liker anyway. Too damn cheerful for my taste." The nurse said and walked off.
"What a bitch." The man said as he wiped off the rest of his sweat from his face, straightened his clothes, and went to the nursery.
As he walked in, he couldn't help but glance at the empty basinet with the name Possible on it. He hated to do this, but he needed the money to save his hands and possibly his life. He made his way to the lat row of basinets, in the upper corner. The old bat of a nurse had cleared the place of nurses for a few minutes, and that should give him enough time to do what he needed. He stopped at the basinet that had a small little girl with dark hair peeking out from underneath her pink cap that kept her head warm. Already, he could tell that she was going to have her mother's looks to accompany her father's dark hair. She should be laying in the empty basinet and giving Anne and her husband joy right now. No, he couldn't back out now. Too many questions would be asked about the baby of a resident being switched with the still born of a Lowerton prostitute. He couldn't back out of this now, he needed that money. May God forgive him one day.
It didn't take him that long to carry the sleeping baby to the waiting room on the other side of the maternity ward. He was thankful that the baby was sleeping and not crying. He didn't want to answer too many questions right now and just wanted to get this over with. He reached the closed door of the waiting room and looked through the window. With a sigh of relief, he saw his old college roommate, George, sitting in the waiting room. George had his wife and two older children with him as they waited patiently for him. All of their hair was black, so the baby should blend in perfectly with them. Thank Christ that this baby wasn't born with her mother's red hair.
He took one more cleansing breath as he tried his best to relax and looked through the window again. He knocked on the glass, getting his old friend's attention. He just gave them a smile as he stepped away from the door, and they all came rushing out of the waiting room. George and his wife loved having kids and had what could be called a small fortune thanks to their families and jobs. So they had decided that they wanted as many kids as possible. Sadly, it looked like that had ended with their second child. The doctors they had seen told them that her uterus was shot. George and himself had met in a restaurant a few weeks ago, and George told him this right after he lost a couple of thousand dollars on several horse races and poker games. The old bat of a nurse had also told him about her "side job" and made everything look like they were bribing a lawyer to further the adoption of a child to an unwed mother. Now once he gave them the baby, they gave him the last check and his ass was out of a sling.
"How did everything go?" George asked.
"Everything went perfectly. The papers are signed, and you'll get them in a few days. And this little bundle is your brand new daughter." The young doctor said with a smile as he gave the newborn infant to the anxious young woman, Loraine, who had a large smile. The woman was beautiful, but how could anyone stand to wear black lipstick?
"Oh George, she's so beautiful. Thank you so much!" the young woman said as she kissed the doctor's cheek. "You're a saint for helping us. I don't know how we can thank you." She said as she started to cry when the infant grasped her finger.
"You don't have to do anything. But that shyster is looking for his last payment and I don't want him to double anything." The young doctor said.
"Of course. Thank you again." George said as he gave his friend the check and hugged him tightly.
"Have you thought of a name for her yet?" he asked them.
"Sheila. It was my grandmother's name. Sheila Gogh." The woman said as the baby curled up close to her body.
23 and a half years later.
Anne popped her neck as she stretched her arms. She was tired and sore from the heavy work load of the day. Several brain surgeries could really ware out a doctor, no matter how skilled they were. She also felt bad about Ron and Kim. A few days ago, they came in with Kim's mission clothes in ruins after a mission against her husband's old college colleague Drew Lipski. Of course, he was going by Dr. Drakken now. Not only could Anne not fix Kim's clothes, but they were no longer in production. And poor Ron got so sick when one of her patience flat lined. They brought the patient back, but Ron saw the opening in the man's head and the exposed brain. Her daughter Kim had grown up around her work and it didn't phase her. Ronald hadn't and lost the contents of his lunch in no time flat.
She had to find a way to make things up to both of them. Ron was his daughter's best friend and currently her boyfriend, but she saw him as another son. She was so happy that they finally decided to start dating each other, after all this time. Of course, she couldn't help but wonder what kind of person her other child could have met. Would she have met someone that made her happy like Ron did with Kim? Anne closed her eyes and fought back the tears that threatened to fall. After all these years, she never got over that.
Her and James had never told Kim or the boys about their older sister. They had tried so many times, but it just destroyed their hearts every time they even thought about it. How do you tell your children that they have a sister that never had a chance to live? She just shook the thoughts from her mind. She had Kimberly and her two sons to think about, and everyone was going to be hungry by the time they got home. At least her shift was over and she could finally leave. It had been a long day, and she needed to be around the ones she loved.
She hung her white coat in her locker and gathered the rest of her things. She slipped on her worn overcoat over her frame and started to make her way through the large hospital. She had enough of seeing living brains for one day, so brain loaf was out of the question for tonight.
"See you later Anne." Darcy said, who was one of the nurses that started working here when she had begun her internship.
"Good night, Darcy. Take care of yourself." Anne said to her.
"Oh, I almost forgot! Nurse McKillian died a few days ago." Darcy said to her.
"You're kidding." Anne said as she walked back to the nurse's station that her friend was trying to organize. "I thought that mean old witch would never die. What happened?" Anne asked. She didn't like spending time with the old woman because she acted like she hated everybody, but she still cared a little bit.
"Remember when she took early retirement a few years back?" Darcy asked her.
"I remember. We threw her a going away party, and she spit in the coffee in return." Anne said.
"Well, it turned out she had lung cancer. It finally got the best of her a few days ago." Darcy said.
"My God, I never knew." Anne said.
"Girl, none of us did. She was as friendly as the ice berg that sunk the Titanic. I don't know why, but that woman hated everybody." Darcy said.
"It's still sad to hear about her passing away. Take care of yourself, Darcy. Don't go too crazy." Anne said as she started to walk off again.
"Too late." Darcy called out, brining a soft chuckle to Anne's lips.
As Anne finally reached the bottom floor, she let out a small groan as she saw the main entrance of the hospital. They decided that the hospital's main entrance needed a complete makeover, so the entire entrance was dismantled and had several construction crews working on it. She had been working such a long day that she completely forgot about it. That meant she would have to leave using the Emergency Room exit and walk to the other side of the hospital to get to her car. She loved working here, especially with the people, but this place could really get on her nerves.
As she made her way through the ER, she couldn't help but grimace at some of the people that were waiting with open wounds. Anne almost did a double take as she saw a man talking with another person with an ice pack covering an open head wound. And she thought her daughter could do anything. She was almost out the door when she tripped over a purse that was on the ground. Anne stumbled for a moment, but caught herself before she could fall.
"Damn it." The purse's owner cursed.
"I'm sorry, I should have watched where I was going." Anne said as she tried to help the woman put all her things back in her purse.
"No, I should have put it somewhere else." The other woman said.
As Anne handed her a few items of make-up, she noticed that the woman's hands were pale, and could have sworn they had a slight green tint.
"Are you feeling well? You look awfully pale." Anne said.
"Don't worry, it's nothing like that." The woman said as they stood, and finally had a chance to get a good look at each other's faces. Both of them instantly recognized the other in a heartbeat as both of them tried to hold back a gasp.
"Shego?" Mrs. Possible asked.
"Oh crap, Kimmie's mom." The pale thief said as her eyes half bugged out of her head. "I think I should be going." She said as picked up her purse with her left hand, and began to wince as she did so.
"What did you do to your arm?" Miss Possible asked her. She remembered when she and Kim went on a mission together and their run in with Drew and the thief in front of her. Kim had told her father and her of their encounters, and seeing this villainess did make Anne's blood boil a little. But the fact that this woman would risk being in the middle of a public ER had to mean something was wrong.
"Nothing's wrong with it. I'm fine." The woman said, trying to leave the ER as fast as she could but only winced and let out a small groan as she tried to vainly use her left arm again.
"It's obvious you're not fine. What did you do to the arm?" Anne asked her.
"I said,"
"Look Shego, I know the history between you and my daughter. I also know about the colorful line of work you do, but I'm a doctor first and foremost. Now you can either tell me what happened and let me treat you, or I can call security and tell them a wanted criminal is here." She told the villainess.
"There lies my other problem, Doc. How do I know you won't call the cops after you treat me?" she asked the woman.
"That depends if you stop acting stubborn and actually behave." Anne told her.
Shego was impressed with the way the doctor was talking to her. The look on her face, the tone of her voice, and the way she was talking to her reminded her too much of her own mother. No one had ever talked to her like that since she was a small child. But her arm was killing her and she knew she couldn't treat it by herself. And there as no way on this earth she was going to let Drakken lay a finger on her. Ever since he put that control chip on her, she wouldn't even let him give her so much as a handshake.
"Okay. But can we at least do this some place quiet?" Shego asked her, giving in.
"Exam Room four should be cleared." Anne said as she led the villainess back into the ER, and into the empty examining room. "So what did you do to your arm?" Anne asked her as she set her things down and Shego removed the black jacket she wore, revealing that she was in a simple dark green blouse and an old pair of jeans.
"Drakken's latest plan." Shego said as she removed the blouse.
"The fake college?" Anne asked her.
"I see Kimmie keeps you up to date. When we ran out of there, I think I tripped over something. I went tumbling down a hill and hit a tree. Of course, I found out that Drakken had tripped me." Shego growled.
"Why did he trip you?" Anne asked as she examined the pale woman's left arm.
"Who knows? When we got back to the lair, I gave him a piece of my mind before telling him I was taking a leave of absence." Shego said and groaned as Anne raised her arm.
"You always use violence as a way to talk?" Anne asked.
"Not all the time." Shego said, and caught the look Anne was giving her. "Okay, most of the time. I grew up with four brothers, that's the only way you could communicate with those idiots." Shego said.
"I met them, and I think I'm starting to see part of the reason you switched sides." Anne told her.
"Thank God I'm not the only one." Shego said with a slight chuckle.
"You've got a rather nasty cut across your shoulder. I'll treat the wound, and do some blood work to make sure there isn't any infection. But I'm afraid your shoulder is dislocated." Anne told her.
"I was afraid of that. It's going to be a bitch putting it back in." Shego said as she rubbed her injured shoulder.
"You've dislocated it before?" Anne asked her.
"No offence Doc, but look at the line of work I'm in." Shego said as she grabbed a tongue depressor from the counter when Anne wasn't looking.
"Ask a stupid question. Well, - Shego?" Anne asked as she saw Shego put the tongue depressor in her mouth and slammed her shoulder against the door frame as hard as she possibly could; letting out a muffled scream as she kept her mouth closed and splintering the tongue depressor. She tried her best not to cry, but she had tears coming down her face anyway.
Out of her old motherly instinct, she held the villainess in a warming embrace and leaned the woman's head against her shoulder. She slowly stroked Shego's hair, trying to help her ease the pain away as Shego let a few ragged breaths escape. Shego had done her best to keep many of her feelings hidden, but when she was feeling pain like this? Screw the tough act. After a little bit, Shego straightened herself up and wiped away her tears and began to blush.
"I bet I looked stupid there for a minute." Shego grumbled.
"No you didn't. You'd be surprised at how some people act when they have a joint snapped back into place. Shego, I would have put your shoulder back in its place. Of course, it still would have hurt." Anne said.
"I know, but I just wanted to get it over with. I'm not good when it comes to pain." She said.
"Well, all I need to do now is to take a blood sample." Anne said.
"Can you please make it quick?" Shego said as she closed her eyes.
"Are you okay?" Anne asked as she readied a syringe.
"I'm okay, I just don't like needles." She said. "Tell me when it's over." Shego said as she bit her lip.
"Already done." Anne said with a smile.
"Huh?" Shego asked.
"I took it when you were talking." Anne said as she labeled the vial holding the crimson liquid. "That's another thing you have in common with Kimberly." Anne said.
"I didn't need to know that. Wait, another?" Shego asked her.
"You never noticed? You and Kim have several things in common." Anne said.
"I so did not need to hear that." Shego grumbled as she put her blouse back on while Anne just chuckled.
"I'm going to say this once, and I'll deny it if it gets out. Thank you for everything. You remind me a lot of my mother." Shego said.
"Your welcome. Was your mother a doctor?" Anne asked her.
"No, she was an architect."
"Was?" Anne asked her.
"She died a couple of years of ago." Shego said as she put her coat back on.
"I'm sorry." Anne said.
"Hey, you didn't know." Shego said.
"ANNE!" a nurse shouted outside, startling both women.
"Stay here, I'll be right back." Anne said as she exited the exam room and saw a man being rushed in that was strapped down to a gurney.
Anne was rushing to the nurse that looked as pale as one of the hospital sheets, she looked at the man strapped to the gurney and gasped when she saw his face. The man had thinning grey hair, and circular glasses with thick frames that now had cracked lenses. But she still knew him, she had known him since she started working in the hospital. His name was Doctor Greg Nelson; he worked in the maternity ward.
"Anne!" the nurse, Allison, called to her.
"Alli, what in God's name happened to Greg?" Anne asked her.
"There was a police chase and his car crashed into a ditch." The nurse said as she tried to get a handle on the situation as she gripped Anne's arms.
"You mean his car was knocked off the road by the crook?" Anne asked her.
"No, Anne. He was the one they were chasing." Ali said.
"What? Why?" Anne asked in shock.
"Anne, when nurse McKillain died, she wrote a very long confession. Anne, she had been stealing new born babies and switching them with still borns." Allison said.
"What?" Anne asked; shocked at hearing the news.
"I just found out from the police. She was selling them to the highest bidder. Anne, she wrote that Greg had been helping her since his second year here." Allison said.
Anne's eyes widened when she heard the last bit of news. His second year was when she started her residency and her pregnancy with her first daughter. Could he have?
"Ma'am?" an officer asked, snapping Anne out of her train of thought.
"Y-yes?" she asked as she tried to straighten her thoughts out.
"I'm Detective Dannon. Do you know the perp?" he asked.
"Um, yes I do. I've known him since I started working here." Anne said.
"How long has that been?" he asked.
"Almost twenty-four years."
"Good, then maybe you can answer a few questions. We recently found out that he was aiding in the kidnapping of new born children and selling them. According to our information, he was a doctor for several expecting mothers. Is there any way you can get me a list of those patience?" he asked her.
"Um, some of our records might be stored elsewhere. I'll see what I can do about getting as many as I can." Anne told him.
"Thank you, Miss. We can use that list as soon as possible." He said and walked to the room where they were working on the doctor's injuries.
Anne just started walking, she didn't even know where. Every part of her was numb as her brain tried to process everything she had just found out. He and that old gargoyle of a nurse had been selling children? How could they do that? How could they hurt so many people? But there was something else nagging at her. Something that was making her sick and a part of her brain did not want to even try to touch. She didn't even realize she had wondered back into the exam room that Shego was in; not until the villainess shook her out of her trance.
"Dr. P? Are you okay?" she asked the woman.
"I can't believe he's been doing that." Anne said.
"I overheard about that doctor. Was he a friend of yours?" Shego asked her.
"Yes, he was. B-but he was my doctor when I was pregnant." Anne said.
"You mean with Kimmie?"
"N-no. My first daughter." Anne said.
This bit of information floored Shego like she was a bug on a Nascar racing track.
"First daughter?" Shego asked her.
"When James and I got married, I became pregnant right away. Greg was my doctor throughout my entire pregnancy. When I went into labor, everything was okay. T-then the baby's heart rate started to slow. They were going to perform a C-Section, and I was so terrified. H-he told me they were going to knock me out because he didn't know if my emotional state would do any more harm." Anne said.
"No offence, but that sounds a little weird." Shego said.
She wasn't a medical expert, but she had been in and out of hospitals enough to know when something didn't sound right.
"I know. But I was young and worried about my baby. When I woke up, James told me the baby's umbilical cord had strangled her. It took me four years to be willing to try and have another baby." Anne said.
"I'm sorry. Wait a minute, now you're thinking?" Shego asked as she pointed her thumb in the direction where the trauma room sat that had the injured doctor.
"They said he had been doing this since the first year of my residency. What if my baby didn't die? W-what if he took her? Oh my God, what did he do?" Anne asked as she started to cry and become hysterical.
"Dr. P. Dr. P, listen to me. I'm sure the cops are going to handle this with extreme care. With cases like this one, they usually try to." Shego said, trying to calm Anne down.
"She would have to almost be twenty-four by now. If she's alive, I missed her growing up." Anne said.
"HEY, ANNE!" Shego shouted, getting her attention. "I know the cops have a handle on this. But here's a question for you. How about we pay the good doctor a visit after they patch him up?" Shego asked with a sadistic smirk.
"Shego, I'm not like that. I don't think I could." Anne said.
"Well think about all those parents he's screwed over. How many lives do you think he's ruined by doing that to them?" Shego asked her, and saw the look in Anne's face change.
She could tell she was mainly thinking about her case, but she was also thinking about the others he had hurt.
"I'll call home and tell them I'll be late." Anne said.
It was late in the evening, almost morning, when he was finally transferred to a private room. The only sound was the sound of the dripping IV and the heart monitor, and his only light was the soft glow of a lamp that was over the bed. The now older doctor was resting in the stiff mattress bed with stitches going across his face. He had several stitches all over his body, and his legs and one arm was wrapped in a plaster cast. He had a small oxygen tube plugged into his nostrils as his chest slowly rose and fell with each breath he took. A thin blue piece of material which was laughingly called a blanket was covering him from the waist down.
He was jolted awake when he felt the sharp sting of a slap across his face. He jumped with a start and started gasping as his eyes got used to the surrounding darkness of the room, and finally recognized the woman whose face was partially lit by the low glow of the overhead lamp.
"Anne? How did you get in here? I'm not supposed to have visitors." He said.
"Greg, we have to talk." Anne said, her face showing no emotion.
"I can't talk about anything right now, Anne." He said and gasped when he heard someone step next to the left side of his bed.
"Let me to introduce you to a new friend I made today." Anne said.
"Now doctor, we're going to play a little game of twenty questions. And if we don't like the answers you tell us." Shego said as she lit both of her hands, illuminating her face in an eerie light and angle. The reaction was what Shego expected as his catheter bag filled halfway.
"Anne, I don't understand. What's going on?" he asked his long time colleague.
"Twenty-four years ago, Greg. My C-Section. I want to know what happened." Anne said.
"I don't know what you mean. It was like I told you." He said.
"You know, Dr. P, I always found IV bags interesting. Especially what happens when you do this." Shego said as she squeezed it and caused the man to groan and his eyes widen.
Anne didn't like what Shego was doing, but remembered their deal. If Anne didn't want Shego's methods to continue, she just said the word. The man gasped for air as Shego stopped squeezing the bag.
"We found out about what you were doing, Greg. McKillian confessed everything before she died, so I want to know right now! Is my daughter alive?" Anne asked him.
"Anne, there was nothing I could do. She died before I could get her out, I've told you all this." He said, and groaned as Shego squeezed his IV bag again.
"ALL RIGHT! ALL RIGHT, I'LL TALK!" Greg said and tried to regain his breath as Shego let the bag go.
"My daughter, Greg! Did you take her?" Anne asked him.
"Yes, I did." He said.
Anne's eyes widened in horror at his answer and could feel her anger starting to rise.
"Why?" she asked him.
He didn't answer right away, and this just angered Anne even more. Anne walked to where Shego was and squeezed the bag.
"WHY?" Anne demanded.
"I had a bad gambling problem and I needed the money. If I didn't pay, they would kill me. McKillian found out and told me her idea. I didn't want to do it, but I had no choice after the lone sharks killed my cat. I didn't want to, Anne. Not to you."
"Bullshit." Shego said.
"Then whose little girl is buried in my daughter's grave?" Anne asked him, trying her best to keep her bile down that her disgust was forcing up.
"She was a still born from a prostitute. I'm surprised that baby made it to term; the woman's tox screen was a nightmare." Greg said.
"So you made me believe that my daughter was dead? For twenty-four years, you had me believe I did something wrong? HOW COULD YOU DO THIS?" Anne shouted and squeezed the bag again.
"Dr. P, stop! Calm down, we need to find out more. Remember?" Shego asked as she made the doctor let the IV go.
"I'm sorry." Anne said.
"Don't be." Shego said as they turned back to the injured doctor.
"Why did you keep selling babies?" Shego asked him.
"The money I got was incredible. It was like a drug and I wanted more. So I kept selling them." He said.
"Who did you sell my daughter to?" Anne asked.
"I don't remember." He said.
"Wrong answer." Shego said as squeezed, but not as hard as Anne.
"Okay! He was one of my old college roommates! They were having trouble having a daughter, so I made it look like a crooked lawyer could arrange the adoption."
"What's his name?" Shego asked him.
"I can't remember." He said, but his eyes widened as Shego reached for the bag gain.
"Stop! I only remember his first name, honestly. It was George." He said.
"Thank you, Greg. You can go do your little dance in hell now." Anne said as she and Shego left the room.
As Shego closed the door, she removed the tape recorder from her pocket and hit the stop button. She'd have to do a little editing, but she thought the police would be interested in this little confession.
'George, huh? That's the same as my dad's name.' Shego thought as they left.
"That son of a bitch stole my baby from me. All these years I thought she was dead, and she's alive. I can't believe this." Anne said with tears streaming down her face.
"Hey, at least we found out what we needed. Maybe Nerd Linger can find out who this college buddy is." Shego said.
"It's not that, Shego. My daughter's a grown woman now. I missed her childhood, her teen years. Her first words, her first steps. I'll never now what they were like. I missed my baby's whole life. He robbed me of that." Anne said as she cried her heart out.
Shego didn't know what to do. She was from a family of all men, and it was rare if any of them ever had a breakdown like this. She didn't know what to do. With a small frown, she decided to try give the doctor a hug to see if it would make her stop. As soon as she did though, she ended up feeling like she was locked in a death grip.
"It – it's going to be okay?" Shego asked as she just let the doctor cry.
She knew the woman was in pain, but she couldn't help but feel like she was in an embarrassing situation. She mentally kicked herself for thinking that one.
"I'm sorry for that. This is just so," Anne said.
"Feels like you just had the world turned upside down?" she asked her.
Anne just nodded. "I can't believe he did that to me. To my baby."
"Let's have Kim's computer geek friend look into that quack's past. Maybe we can find a lead." Shego said.
"Good idea." Anne said as they walked to her car.
"So what was her name?" Shego asked.
"What?"
"Your daughter's name." Shego said.
"Oh. Her name was – I mean, is Hannah." She said.
"That's a nice name." Shego said.
"It was my Aunt's name. She was the reason I wanted to become a doctor. I just can't help but wonder what she looks like now. Has she had a nice life? Is she married? Oh God, I could have grandchildren." Anne said as they approached the doctor's car.
"One thing at a time, doc. How about we meet tomorrow at your place and take it from there?" Shego asked her.
"That sounds all right. Out of curiosity, why are you helping me?" Anne asked her. Out of the two times she met this women, she never got the impression that she was helpful in any way.
"Old habits die hard. It's one soft spot from my mom I decided to keep." Shego told her.
"Thank you." Anne said.
"One thing we'll need to know is her birthday." Shego said.
"That's an easy one. September 4th, 1984." Anne said, but turned when Shego let out a very loud gasp. "Shego, are you okay?" she asked the villainess.
"That's my birthday." She said.
