Disclaimer- I do not own Scrubs, the characters, and the quotes.
Warnings- Language and violence, NO slash. Crappy writing, if you get confused tell me, I'm new so please judge honestly but not rudely.
Chapter 2-
Jack…Jordan…Perry…JD. The only one causing trouble is that Perry fellow. What can I do to make him cooperate? There has to be more than just cutting him when he's awake, and… sometimes as he sleeps. What can I do?
Hodge's "Lair":
Hodge lie on the bed, counting the cracks in his ceiling while he waited for the baby to make a sound so that he would have something to do.
These people are boring as hell.
Perry, no longer sitting in Hodge's room, but in an empty walk-in closet, attempted to adjust his eyes to the dark. The only source of light was a sliver under the closet door. Perry wasn't scared for him, but feared for the life of his son and ex-wife.
Hell, I even hope JD's okay.
JD awoke with a start and instantly glanced at the door. After a few minutes of deep breathing, he looked over at Jordan, who was looking at him with her head cocked to the side.
Does everyone in the Cox/Sullivan family cock their head?
Jordan blew a strand of hair out of her face and grimaced in pain.
"What's hurting Jordan? It seems to be your back, what did he do to you?"
Jordan glared at JD, but saw he was genuinely concerned for her. She sighed and shifted uncomfortably in place.
"He came in, saying he had info on Perry. Claimed he was a cop, asked if I had a son. I thought that was weird and was going to ask him why he wanted to know about Jack when he suddenly lashed out and struck me. I fell back onto the coffee table, apparently it knocked me out."
JD grimaced, wondering how much that must've hurt. He looked at her and realized she wasn't really thinking about her back, but most likely her son and Perry.
"I think they're okay. They're going to be fine, Jordan." Not really believing it himself, at least he believed Jack was going to be.
Jordan looked at him with tears in her eyes, threatening to spill from her light brown eyes. She looked so scared and vulnerable, JD had to look away.
"How do you know? How do you know that at this moment they are okay? They could be in a hole right now, buried alive…"
JD shot her a quick look, a 'trust me please, I need someone strong here' look. They both realized that who they needed right now was Perry, who, for all they knew, was long gone.
Turk nearly yelled from the top of his lungs. Everyone he knew was being taken away, kidnapped. He suddenly just wanted to go home; he needed to be with Carla.
Turk rushed out the apartment and drove home as fast as he could.He ran up the stairs and burst into his apartment panting with his hands on his nears. He glanced at the clock and looked over the couch to check on Carla. She seemed to be in a deep sleep, and Turk quietly shut the door and decided to check on Elliot too. Elliot was sound asleep as well.
Turk relaxed and sat on the floor, using Rowdy as a pillow he decided to rest.
I'm so exhausted…God I'm so selfish…but I can't keep my eyes open…
Heather Lynn Cox glanced over to her Captain's door. He came in a hurry, so Heather knew there was a big case about to be turned over to her. She grinned and flicked her dark, red hair from the front of her shadowy blue eyes.
Man, it better be a good case seeing as I get nothing but shit from the ol'higher heads.
Heather shrugged and returned to her paperwork, spread across her desk like peanut butter on bread. She waited with bated breath for the tap of the Captain's hand on her slender shoulder.
"Heather? I've received a much wanted case and with much consideration, I believe you earned it. You are catching aren't you?" reported the Captain, after a quick expected tap on he shoulder.
"I'm catching all right. So, Cap. What did I catch?"
"An assault and kidnapping, same case, two doctors were taken from the parking lot of a bar they were drinking at. Check the reports on the findings so far and head out to their homes for any clues as to what caused this."
Heather nodded, grinning. Of course it was not good news, but she was finally getting a break. She grabbed her jacket that was hung over the back of her chair and left the precinct.
Perry, still in the small, dark closet that smelled oddly like rotten cheese and mothballs, grimaced when the closet door opened a crack.
"Perry! You're awake. Lemme tell you somethin', you are not pretty when you sleep. You seem to have, I dunno, somethin' on your mind. Do you have somethin' on your mind?"
Perry scowled but didn't take the bait; he just looked at the floor or at the closet door, never at Hodge.
Hodge frowned and knelt down beside the bound man.
"I'm going to hint to the others that you're dead, so that they'll think their lives are over and maybe decide to even end it. But…. On the other hand, you may be important to very few people, but why would they want to die because you're dead? Are you that special? I want to be that special Perry."
Perry didn't like the tone in Hodge's voice and looked up at him warily. The ice gone in his eyes, they were just bright blue orbs of sadness and a dim, dying candle of hatred.
Hodge loved it, he was breaking the man. Hodge took out his knife and held Perry by his curls as he slid the knife over Perry's knuckles. Hodge watched happily as each knuckle produced a bright red stream of blood. Hodge continued to work. He grabbed Perry's jersey and cut it with the knife down the front.
Perry remained silent, but never fought back. I'm just so damn exhausted, so damn exhausted.
Hodge loved it, and he was savoring every minute of it. He took Perry's jersey off completely, Perry's abs were absolutely stunning. But Hodge believe his looks proved to be as useless as a toothbrush to a hobo.
Hodge cut a thin line diagonally from Perry's right shoulder to his left peck. It left a crudely jagged, blood soaked wound. Perry winced as he breathed deeply, and he let out a yelp of excruciating pain and surprise when the man burned his wound closed with several butane lighters.
Hodge admired his work, and left the closet as if he was never there to begin with, leaving Perry gasping in pain in the near silent darkness.
JD was worried when Hodge hadn't come back after a few hours.
It's all good JD, calm down. Just breathe in and out, in and out. Be the strong one here, be strong JD, be strong.
Jordan was sound asleep, surprisingly so. JD watched her breathe in and out, in and out, in and out, her beautiful chest heaving with every painful breath she took.
JD yawned and quickly looked at the door when he heard a yell of pain coming from another room. JD felt sick, but he managed to hold it in, barely. The vomit beside was now dried up and smelled like a rotting carcass.
JD, although bound by handcuffs, managed to carefully avoid the vomit and worm his way across the room. He sat a few feet along the wall from Jordan, not wanting to scare her if she awoke.
JD snapped his head back to the door as it swung open. Hodge stood with a blood stained hockey jersey in one hand and a gun in the other.
"Turk! Wake up Turk, please baby wake up."
Turk opened his eyes and grimaced as the sun from outside beamed a ray of light into his brown eyes. He noticed that Carla and he were not alone in the room. They were joined by Elliot, red eyed from crying and a wavy-red haired woman who seemed to have authority by her posture.
The woman sighed with impatience and glanced at her watch every three seconds. She seemed familiar somehow, but Turk couldn't figure out how.
"Excuse me? I don't have time there baldy, so please hurry up. I'm Officer Heather Lynn Cox."
Turk glared at her, instantly up, and let his mind drift while he tried to think how in the world a woman this rude became an officer of the law.
The woman whistled sharply and continued talking, "I need the names of the people taken and all of your names please. Oh, and please don't daydream on my time, buddy, I haven't got all day."
"My name is Carla Espinosa; this is my husband Christopher Turk. That's Elliot Reid. The two men taken were doctors and friends of ours, named John Dorian and Perry Cox."
The woman jotted down the notes, unaware of the latter's surname being the same as hers.
"Thank you. Now, where do these men live and how might I get there and soon please. I can't miss this one movie coming on later tonight."
Carla glared angrily and told her JD stayed here and told her where Dr. Cox lived with his wife and child, but quickly dropped her glare when she saw how sick Turk was looking.
"Turk? What's wrong are you okay?"
Officer Heather rolled her eyes and looked at her watch again.
"Carla… when I went to pick up Jack, I saw… there was…blood and glass all over the floor and I went to check on Jack and they were gone…they're gone baby."
Heather snapped her head towards the distraught couple and softened inside, though on the outside she remained composed and tough.
"I'm going to go; I'll get to the bottom of this re-he-healy terrible incident and find out who is causing this ruckus."
With that, she left the apartment, Elliot let her knees go out and splayed herself on the floor, white as a ghost.
Jordan gasped as her light-brown eyes instantaneously rested on Hodge, sitting in front of the door at least ten feet away. He was clutching Perry's jersey, all ripped up and stained and a black gun in the other hand.
Hodge grinned and threw the jersey across the room, where it landed across Jordan's lap. He raised the gun and fired once, then twice into the space above Jordan's head. JD screamed and threw himself as best he could in front of Jordan, at a lame attempt of saving her life.
Jordan, sitting in a small puddle of fear and urine, shook violently. JD lay sprawled on his side wheezing from the effort.
Hodge laughed, stood up from his knees and strode across the room. He pushed JD into a sitting position and walked back to the center of the room, pointing the gun at floor.
"Who should I shoot? Hmmm? I have an unsatisfied hunger and I want…no…no, no, no, I need to kill someone."
Jordan and JD quivered, the foul stench of vomit and urine filling their noses.
"I'm going to shoot someone. Right now, I'm going to choose one of you and then I'm going to kill you. Somebody needs to die tonight."
He raised the gun quickly and fired one shot in their direction, JD screamed.
Perry trembled in pain and fear. He finally snapped somewhat, but it didn't please Hodge as much as he thought it would. Perry barely heard the loud gunshots ringing through the house, he needed to leave and get out of here.
Perry, no longer handcuffed as of half an hour ago due to some odd kindness from his captor, gingerly stood up and tested the closet door, and was very surprised when it swung open. He looked out into another room, very similar to the one he was in before.
Wasting no time, Perry ran to the other door, and was yet again surprised to find it unlocked. He peered into a hallway of some sort and realized with the utter most shock that he was looking into a hospital hallway.
Hodge laughed wickedly and practically danced in place as JD screamed bloody murder, sobs racking his body in waves, as Jordan lie there in blood, dead.
Hodge finally sighed in content and left the room with a small spring in his step, leaving JD crying.
Damn! Damn! Damn! Stupid handcuffs! I could have saved her a life; I could have saved Jordan if it wasn't for these handcuffs!
JD mentally and physically screamed, and when he no longer could produce tears he let out one last mournful howl into the dimly lit room.
Perry's head snapped towards the sudden howl. He crept out of the room and glanced in each direction before heading towards the lingering howl. He was all ears as he tip-toed quietly, listening intently for more noises that could point him to the source of the sound.
Perry rounded a corner, noting everything looked familiar, though this hallway appeared abandoned. He heard some soft crying and rounded one last corner and listened against each of the doors till he believe he found the right one.
He opened it slowly and let out a huge gasp of horror.
Officer Heather Cox decided it was best to go to the hospital and look for some answers there. As she walked into the hospital she gazed about, taking in the hurried nurses and fatigued doctors running about with hands full of papers, folders or a patient.
She continued walking until a large man in a gray jumpsuit intervened with a mop in hand. What the heck is this?
"Hey freak show, would ya mind getting outta my way please? I'm looking around, I'm a cop."
He scowled and asked: "You have a badge?"
She flipped out her badge, and rolled her eyes.
"Oh no, please, take your time."
He glared angrily, but stepped a side and continue to mop….the carpet?
Heather shrugged and resumed her walk along the hallways. Until she was yet again stopped by a man with very bad flop sweat and a Bozo type hair.
"Ummm… ma'am? Excuse ma'am? May-may-I h-help you?"
"Good God flop sweat, what do you do here?"
"I-I'm a lawyer, name's Teddy Buckland." He swallowed nervously.
"Well that's swell, Sweaty Teddy. Can you please point me in the direction of Dr. Kelso?"
He swallowed nervously again, and dabbed his head with his horrendous tie and shakily pointed down the hall.
"Thanks there, Kevin." And Heather walked in the said direction, leaving Ted calling out softly, "It's Ted."
Dr. Kelso sat in his chair, staring out the window, wishing his best doctor would come back soon. A knock at his door startled him and he slowly got up and answered it.
"What the hell do you want nametag?"
"Name's Officer Cox, "Doctor" Kelso." Heather made quote signs with her hands. She smirked and leaned against his door frame as he returned to his seat.
"See, I did the quote signs becau-"
"Because you believe that I, the Chief of Medicine, don't do a thing but sit on my old wrinkly ass all day?" Kelso interrupted.
"Apparently you've heard this before?"
"Dr. Cox uses that on me all the time. Speaking of Dr. Cox, have you any information on him and young Dorian?"
Heather shook her head and replied,"I came here to find more information on them. Mind if I look around the hospital?"
Dr. Kelso was about to tell her no, like he always did to everybody, but he sighed and give a nod.
"Go ahead, just stay out of the way." He said with a wave of his hands.
Heather nodded and left the room, searching for anything or anyone that could help her.
To be continued…