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Jane opened her eyes and blinked a few times before she focused on the boy standing at the foot of her bed. The boy that had hit her with a shovel. The boy that was now holding a baseball bat.
Jane looked over at the sound of movement and saw the woman who had asked her the strange question. The woman was soaking a cloth in a bowl of water and turned to focus on Jane.
"I changed your bandages... The wound, what was it?" The woman asked, calmer this time.
"Gunshot." Jane replied, simply.
She tried moving but suddenly realised that her hands were tied to the bedposts.
Suddenly memories flashed through her mind. Getting tied up by Hoyt. Getting tied up by Dominick. Those nightmares nearly forgotten due to the living nightmare she was having.
"You really need to get me out of these ropes." Jane's voice shook.
"Can't do that, I don't know how dangerous you are." The woman replied, washing her hands.
"P-please. I can't be tied up... not again. Please." Jane begged.
"If you answer my questions truthfully then I'll let you go." When Jane urged the woman to go on, she got continued. "Any other injuries?"
"What, a gunshot ain't enough?" Jane snarked back, frustrated that she was still tied up.
"Look, do you wanna get out of those ties or what? Now answer me." The woman demanded.
When Jane didn't answer the woman lent in close.
"Did you get bit?" She asked slowly. "Yes or no."
"Bit?" Jane replied in a voice full of disbelief, looking at the woman like she was crazy.
"Bit. Even scratched. Anything like that."
"No, I got shot." Jane affirmed. "Just shot, as far as I know."
The woman looked at her for awhile before slowly reaching out her hand towards Jane's face, Jane gave her a wary look. She felt the woman's hand rest on her forehead for a couple of seconds before she was being untied.
"What was that?" Jane asked, rubbing at her wrists where the rope had chafed at her skin.
Before she could sit up, Jane was suddenly staring at the sharp edge of a knife.
"If you try anything, don't think I won't hesitate in killing you, you got that?" When Jane nodded the woman stood up. "And I was checking for any sign of fever but you're good." The woman explained.
"Why would I have a fever?" Jane asked wearily, eyeing up the woman, as she stayed lying down.
The woman didn't answer her and instead walked towards the door, ushering her son to go through. She turned back and met Jane's eye.
"Come out when your able." And with that the woman went downstairs.
Jane eventually found the strength to ease herself up from the bed, realising she was in the same shorts, bra and open hospital gown that she woke up in, she grabbed a blanket to cover herself.
She followed the aroma of much-craved food and found herself in what used to be a dining room. The un-named woman and boy looked over at her as soon as she entered. The woman was in the middle of dishing up what seemed to be beans. Jane noticed a third bowl and seat on the table, opposite to where the boy was sitting. The raven-haired woman smiled at the generous sentiment. Before slowly pulling out her chair and ungracefully sitting down.
"Denise." The woman said as soon as all the dishes were filled and they were all sitting down.
Jane looked over at her with a furrowed brow.
"My name's Denise Nolan, this here's my son." Denise motioned for her son to introduce himself.
The boy leant over the table with his arm outstretched, for Jane to shake.
"I'm Jimmy." Jane graciously shook his hand and smiled.
"Jane. Jane Rizzoli. Thank you, both of you, for taking me in." Jane gave them both a genuine look, before she hungrily dug in to the mediocre amount of food.
She realised that Denise was looking at her and Jimmy soon realised it to as both him and Jane stopped eating.
"Do you know what happened?" Denise eventually asked, after a few moments of silence.
Jane took a moment to decipher her question, returning her intense gaze.
"I woke up, today... In the hospital." Jane answered truthfully.
Denise sighed and rubbed her hand over her forehead to wipe away a few beads of sweat.
"Do you know about the dead?" The woman questioned, not taking her eyes of Jane's.
"Yeah I saw a lot of that-" When the woman nodded glumly, Jane went on, "loads of them, all piled up on the backs of trucks and sprawled-"
"No. Not the one's they killed. The ones they didn't." Denise interjected, shaking her head slightly but returning the intense gaze from earlier. Jane squinted her eyes slightly in confusion.
"What do ya mean?"
"We call them the walkers." Denise lowered her voice as if someone was listening, as if she was scared. "Like the one I shot in the park. He would've ripped into you, tried to eat you."
Jane leant back in her chair and let out a small chuckle, looking at the woman like she was crazy. "Look, I knew that guy. He was an officer in my unit-"
"No. He wasn't himself. That thing just uses your friend's body."
"Like a demon? Please, this is bullsh-" Jane cut herself off as she remembered the presence of the young boy.
"Well I guess if this is the first you're hearing of it, it must sound crazy." Denise explained.
"You think?" Jane scoffed, turning her eyes away from the obviously deranged woman she caught the gaze of Jimmy. His eyes had ushered tears in them and he was looking at her with a pleading look; a look that was telling her to believe the words she was hearing.
They're out there on the street. They get more active at night for some reason... But there's more of them out there than usually, tonight. Probably due to me shooting the one in the park; was stupid to use a gun, but it all happened so fast. You see, they're attracted to sound." Demise explained, giving her son a reassuring smile before laying her eyes back on Jane's. "One thing I'm certain of is that you must not get bit. We saw your bandage and that's what we were afraid of. If you get bit by one of them you get hit with this fever. The fever wipes you out in a couple of days... but then you come back. You come back as one of them." Silence enveloped the three of them.
"Seen it happen." Came the small, shaken voice of Jimmy. Jane turned her gaze towards the boy.
Denise reached out her hand and rubbed his arm comfortingly as he lowered his eyes down at the table.
"C'mon." Denise whispered, forcing Jimmy to look at her, she smiled to lighten the mood.
They finished their meals in silence as Jane tired to digest all what she had been told. Before they could stand up to clean the dishes a car alarm, down the street started blaring. Forcing the three to jump at the shrill sound. Jimmy dropped the bowl he was holding and it smashed across the wooden floor, shattering into tiny pieces. Denise ran to Jimmy and grabbed him in a tight hug.
"Hey, hey. It's okay. Mommy's here. It's nothing." Denise coaxed her son down until he was calm again.
She turned to look at Jane who was watching the blanket-covered window which suspicion.
"One of them probably just walked into a car down the street-
"You sure?" Jane asked warily as she walked towards the window.
"Yeah, it happened awhile back. Went on for a couple of minutes." Denise said as she grabbed her pistol from the side table.
"Get the lights, Jimmy." The woman said before joining Jane as they neared the window.
As soon as all the lights were off, Denise nodded to show that Jane could move the curtain to see out in the street. Jane gave the woman one last glance before she peeked through an opening she made in the cover.
Holding in a gasp of shock at the sight she saw, she swallowed thickly.
There were about thirty of them. Walking aimlessly around the street, some looking absent-mindedly up at the sky, others walking towards the beeping car. Jane couldn't believe her eyes. It was like something she saw on one of the many horror films she and Maura used to watch on their weekly movie night. Taking a deep breath she scanned the area to see if any looked interested in the house and when she was satisfied that they were safe she let Denise take a look.
"I think we're okay. We'll keep the lights off, just in case." Denise decided, after closing the cover over the windows.
"The noise. Will it attract anymore?" Jane asked as they walked towards the makeshift bed. Jane sat at a distance to the mother and son, holding the blanket close to her body.
"Most probably, but there's nothing we can do about it now." Denise sighed as she leant against the wall, as she stroked her son who was close to falling asleep.
They sat in silence for a long time, Denise letting Jane think about what she now knee, however way after the calm alarm died the curiosity got the better of the woman.
"Who's Maura?" When Jane gave her a shocked look, the woman explained, "you called her name before you passed out."
The raven-haired woman nodded her head in understanding, "She's my best friend. One of the most important person in my life. She- erm- we er-" Jane stumbled over her words, not knowing if she should tell the woman about her feelings for the blonde.
"You were together?" Denise guessed, her voice casual and friendly.
"Yes. I love her, you know. The kinda love that makes you feel like you would die before anything could happen to them? Makes you saviour the time you spend together and when you're not around them, a part of you is missing. God, I sound so soppy. I'm sorry." Jane went on, shaking her head at the sound of her words and how they must sound ridiculous to this woman.
"No, I understand. It was like that with my husband, Jimmy's father." Denise confessed, Jane's detective skills picked up on the sadness and grief in the woman's eyes.
"Did he- erm..."
"Yes. I should've-" The woman took a deep breath before continuing, "I should've put him out of hus misery when he died. Bullet to the head. But I couldn't do it and now he's body is being used by that disease." Denise wiped angrily at some traitorous tears.
"I'm sorry. I don't know what I would do if something like that had happened to Maura or my family. Well to be honest I have no clue if they're safe or even alive." Jane croaked.
"Are you going to go find them?" Denise asked, softly.
"Yes. I need to know. They must think I'm either dead or... one of them. I don't know which one's worse."
"The latter is worse, trust me." Denise replied, and Jane instantly felt guilty at what she said.
"I'm sor-" Denise waved her hand to stop Jane and smiled at her.
"They're in Atlanta, I bet." They were both shocked when Jimmy's voice spoke out.
"Yeah, Atlanta, that's a good place to start." Denise added.
"Why there?" Jane sat up, listening to every word.
"Refugee centre, huge one apparently. They were telling everyone to head there, that is until the broadcasts stopped." Denise continued.
Jane nodded, it would take less than a day to get there if she drove solidly. She sat in silence, a plan forming in her head.
The silence is broken by Jimmy.
"Mom, did you ask her?" The boy asked. Denise chuckled and looked at Jane.
"We've got a bet going on as to how you got that gunshot wound. Jimmy thinks you're a bank robber." Denise explained, chuckling slightly.
Jane joined in with the light-hearted laughter and sat up, looking at Jimmy.
"That's me. Calamity Jane, toughest gal in all the West." The raven-haired woman put on a thick western accent making the room fill with quietened laughter.
The next day, Jane's wound had healed measurably due to the attention that it lacked when she was in the hospital bed, alone. She was given a plain white t-shirt and old pair of jeans that they found in one of the bedrooms, which Jane was grateful for. Jane had also learnt how to successfully kill a walker; if you can kill something that is already dead, that is. She learnt that it had to be the head, and to always be sure before you lower your defences. The raven-haired woman was grateful for the life-saving tips and help from the Nolan mother and son and she wanted to do something for them. However, she needed to do one more thing first.
A wolf whistle came out of Jimmy's lips as both him and Denise took in the sight of the house on Beacon Hill.
"This is your girlfriend's house? Man, she must've been loaded." Jimmy spoke out, making Jane chuckle as they walked towards the front door.
Jane smiled at the fact that Maura had left the spare key under the flower pot, maybe she thought that Jane would wake up and come here. Well she was right. The three of them walked through and another whistle was heard, this time from the lips of Denise, as she took in the interior of the house.
"And she has good taste too?" Denise added.
"Okay, you two. Erm try and find anything in the cupboards, feel free to grab supplies. But knowing Maura, she wouldn't leave much behind. She's clever like that." Jane called out as she jogged up the stairs.
Her feet came to a abrupt stop as she took in the sight of the bedroom.
Not due to terror or horror but due to the memories. The amount of times she had slept here with Maura when they were just friends and then the very few times they had slept in each others' arms when they finally took the big leap.
The pictures on the walls were gone and Jane breathed a sigh of relief at the fact that Maura had made it out safely as she seemed to had time to grab her treasured possessions.
Jane shook away the relieved tears and headed into the walk-in-closet. Most of Maura's designer clothes were still hanging up which made Jane smile as she imagined Maura wouldn't have been too happy in leaving them, but Jane knew that Maura would listen to her logical and rational mind and take the clothes that would be more suitable. Jane also knew that her family would make sure Maura was safe, as they thought of her as their own.
Jane quickly grabbed and put on her own white vest top, dark jeans, black long-sleeved shirt (that she rolled up to the elbows) and her trusty combat boots. She then grabbed her black gym back and stuffed most of her clothes that were suitable in it, with any other essentials she could find. It had seemed that Maura had left a lot of Jane's toiletries, in case Jane did come here and Jane smiled at the thoughtfulness. Jane then quickly grabbed her keys that she used to unlock the BPD precinct and left the room after one last look.
She ran downstairs with a bit more of a spring in her step and before she called out for Denise and Jimmy, the hair on the back of her neck raised and she had the feeling that she really shouldn't make much noise at all. Making sure her gym bag was on her back securely and that nothing was looking like it was going to fall out and make a noise, Jane set off at a low crouch, making soundless steps.
As soon as she came into the kitchen, she knew something was terribly wrong. Denise and Jimmy were hiding behind the kitchen island and frantically waving her over and pointing to something in the living room. Jane quickly joined them.
"A walker came in through the front door, while we were in here. I don't think it knows we're here." Denise informed Jane. The raven-haired cursed herself for not shutting the front door behind them and slowly raised her head above the counter to scope out their situation. There standing in the middle of Maura's living room was indeed a walker. It used to be a man, at a guess probably around his late sixties. The man's ear seemed to have been gnawed off by something, but apart from that he didn't have any other obscenities. Just that his skin was the colour of ash and his eyes were disturbingly unfocused.
Jane turned to see that both Nolan's were looking at her, like they were waiting for her to take action. Jane motioned for them to stay where they were, before she set off again, keeping low to the ground. She went to the back door and looked out of the screen door.
She instantly ducked her head and swore under her breath, there were three more of them in the backyard and Jane lifted her head again. She didn't recognise any of them. Thank God.
Jane then realised that they were trapped and moved quickly back to the Nolan's.
"There's three out in the garden-" Jane whispered and Jimmy turned his face into his mother's shoulder in fear. Jane looked in Denise's eyes, they were filled with fear. Jane knew she had to be strong for the three of them and took a deep breath.
Keep it together, Rizzoli. They're looking to you. So get them out of here.
"Okay, I'm going to distract the one in here and lure him over to us and when I say so, I want you two to jump over this counter and run out the front door." Jane whispered. "Make sure to check your surroundings as there could be more out the front." When Denise nodded, Jane pulled at Jimmy's arm and made him look her in the eye. "You understand, Jimmy." When he nodded she smiled.
Denise offered her gun towards Jane but the woman shook her head.
"No, keep it just in case you get in trouble out front. I'll be just fine. Now, remember to stay hidden until I say so and get ready to run." Jane's voice started off as a whisper and ended in her normal volume.
They all heard the walker in the living room start to groan as he heard her voice and the heard the shuffling of feet.
Jane reached up to pull the draw above her open and thanked her luck that Maura had left one of her kitchen knives. Jane pulled the knife out and after one more glance at the two Nolan's she stood up.
The walker suddenly picked up his pace and volume of his growls as he spotted his potential meal. Jane smirked and tightened her grip on the knife, getting in a fighter stance.
"Hey, you ugly ol' geezer. Come and get me." The walker got up to a jog and as soon as he was about to see the crouching people, Jane shouted, "RUN! RUN NOW! GO" And with that the Jimmy and Denise vaulted over the counter and sprinted straight for the door, Jane let out a breathe of a relief as she saw them, hide behind a car through the window. She suddenly remembered that she had a hungry looking walker jogging towards her and before it could grab her she dived out of the wall and rolled until she stood back up again. Her back was the to the door leading to the back garden and as she walked backwards she heard the glass shatter behind her and something grab her around the neck. Jane struggled and could feel the thing break its head through the glass next to her. Jane was being attacked by both sides and her instincts kicked in. The walker in front of her was close so in holding herself up by the walker holding her neck she planted both her feet in the chest of the walker in front of her and pushed with all her strength. At the same time, she could feel the walker behind her was trying to reach for her neck to bite her and when she kicked the first walker she gripped the knife in her right hand and reached it over her body, violently stabbing it in the walker's head behind her.
It happened in a matter of seconds and as she stabbed the one behind her, it released her neck and as she kicked the one in front, it went falling back, suddenly she felt her body fall as gravity took over. She landed hard and let out a grunt as her newly healed wound sent a shock of pain throughout her body. She took a few shaky breathes as the adrenaline seeped out of her body. Closing her eyes for a moment she started to hear multiple growls and snapping her eyes open she remembered that there were two more walkers out the back and the living-room walker still walking in front of her. And as she looked up she saw a walker crawling its way through the window in the door.
"Shit." Jane rolled out of the way just in time to see the walker hit the ground and pick itself up before another did the same. She stood up and cursed herself that she had left the knife in the dead walker's skull. The living-room walker and the two garden walkers were advancing on her and with the help of the surge of adrenaline she charged into the living-room walker, who was in her way to the front door. They both went flying and as they landed they crashed into the dining table. Jane quickly crawled away, but as she tried standing she felt it grab her foot and she landed hard on the floor again. Kicking her foot into its face she felt it release her and she turned around just in time for the first garden walker to fall on top of her, snapping it's teeth in effort to bite her face. Jane managed to put her forearm across its neck to act as a barrier and reached out with her other hand. She grabbed the leg of a broken chair and before she could stab the walker on top of her the second garden walker fell on top of the first, winding the detective. The first walker prevented the second from biting her and with strength she harshly shoved the sharp chair leg, that acted as a stake, through the first's head and then surprisingly into the second. Making sure to keep her mouth shut as blood dripped onto her face.
Jane rolled the two walkers off her and onto the floor by her side, remembering that the living-room walker was still functioning. Jane looked down at her feet, where the walker was and saw Jimmy and Denise standing there with bloodied bats and as Jane looked down she saw the walker's head was a mess of brains, bone and blood.
"Are yo
u sure this is your first zombie apocalypse?" Jimmy asked in the backseat of the Nolan's Land Rover. The two adults in the front laughed and Jane turned to face him.
"Did you see me in there? I was a mess, getting stuck too many times. That wasn't skill that helped me survive, it was luck." Jane informed, laughing at the raised eyebrow of the 12 year old boy.
"Well then, you really are Calamity Jane." Jimmy suggested which bought both laughter and smiles.
"So what are we doing here, Jane?" Denise asked, as they finally arrived outside the precinct.
Jane took a moment to take in the empty look of the building. "This is where I used to work and if I'm correct they have a gun locker, which could come in handy." Jane answered as they walked to the front doors. Jane unlocked the doors with her keys that she picked up and they headed straight for the gun locker.
"Wait a second?" Jane suddenly stopped walking at the mother and son grew panic-stricken faces.
"What? Did you hear something? What's wrong?" Denise fretted.
"I just remembered that the precinct has its own emergency water supply." The two Nolan's came to the same realisation and grins broke out on their faces.
"Sweet baby Jesus!"
"Oh man!"
"I've never loved a shower this much."
Came the cheers of the three survivors in the shower room.
"Warm water! I might kiss you right now, Jane." Demise shouted from the neighbouring shower cubicle. Jane laughed and scrubbed herself clean raw. None of them knew the next time they would get to have a shower so they cherished this moment.
Once they were all freshly cleaned and dry, Jane lead the way to the gun locker and almost screamed in joy when she saw that a mass of different guns and ammo had been left.
They spent the next hour filling two bags with ammunition and guns and before they left Jane spotted a Colt Python on one of the gun racks.
"I've always wanted one of these bad boys." The detective said as she grabbed a holster for the gun and tied it around her waist before placing the gun in there.
"Hey, Jane. Look what I found." Jimmy came up to the woman holding a sheriff hat that must've belonged to one of their Texan transfers, who must've kept it in his or hers locker. "Now you really can be Calamity Jane." Jimmy offered the hat to Jane and after giving the boy a dazzling smile she took the hat and placed it on her head.
"How's it look?" Jane modelled the hat for the boy, pulling funny faces making him laugh.
"Hat looks great, don't know about the face though." Denise spoke out from the doorway, with a large smile on her face at hearing her son laugh so carefree.
"Aw, well now that isn't nice is it, darling." Jane replied in a thick Western accent causing both woman and child to burst out laughing.
"You sure you won't come along?" Jane said as she put the bag full of ammo and guns in the passenger seat of a police cruiser.
"A few more days, by then Jimmy would have learnt how to shoot and I won't be so rusty." Denise answered. Jane sighed and opened the car door, getting out an identical walkie talkie to her own.
"I'm going to turn mine on every day at sunrise so we can someday find each other again." Jane said as she passed a walkie talkie to Denise. "Take the other bag, it has a sniper, two rifles, a submachine gun and two pistols with enough ammo to spare-" Jane passed the second bag to Denise and continued, "I can't tell you how grateful I am for everything you've done for me. Stay safe and I'll see you around."
The three said their emotional goodbyes and wished each other safety on their journey.
Jane knew the way to Atlanta, but the map in the compartment in front of the passenger seat, didn't hurt (even though she would never tell anyone that). Her mood had been lifted as well as her hope. She finally had a plan and a route of action. She might be able to see her family again.
She might be able to see Maura again.
That's what pushed her to drive until her tank was bone dry for the third time. The last time she had spent hours siphoning enough petrol to make it to the next mass of cars. She needed another way to travel the last hour or so of the journey into the city.
Jane grabbed her sheriffs hat and the bag of guns and in leaving the keys in the ignition, after the engine died, she got out.
No point in looking for any cars to siphon as she seemed to have stopped in the middle of nowhere. She just thanked her luck that she had enough gas to drive through the night.
She must've walked for forty minutes before she came across a farm house. It seemed deserted as she walked up to the front door. She looked through the dusty windows and didn't see any sign of recent life, so she walked towards the red pickup truck on the driveway.
She opened the door and checked the ignition; no keys.
Goddammit
Shutting the door she walked round to the back of the house.
As she rounded the corner she gasped in disbelief and shock and stumbled back, nearly falling backwards. There hanging from a tree branch was a walker.
There was a noose around its neck, yet it was squirming, growling and snapping it's teeth at Jane. It's legs seemed to have been gnawed off down to the bone, as it would be all passing walkers could reach.
"Unlucky, bastard. Should have shot yourself in the head." Jane knew she should put it down, but it wasn't harming anyone and worst case scenario would only scare them like it did Jane. Also Jane really didn't want to waste her ammo when it wasn't needed and the noise of the gunshot could attract passing walkers. Deciding that the cons outweigh the pros, Jane takes off her hat in respect to the person the walker once was and got on her way.
She came to a shed and in opening it she was more than pleased when she found a dirt bike, standing in the middle of the space. In looking further into the shed she found keys hanging on a nail and with fingers crossed she put the keys in the ignition. She almost cried when she heard the rumble of the engine.
Making sure her gym bag, which held her clothes, the gun bag and her sheriffs hat were all securely fastened onto her she set off on the motorbike, loving the feeling of the wind on her face.
It took less time than she had anticipated to get to the city. She was suddenly very grateful that she had ditched the car and instead had a more agile vehicle as she came across a mass of empty cars going into the city.
As Jane manoeuvred her way through the maze of idle cars she released that people must've become tiresome with the traffic jam and walked the distance to the city, leaving their cars.
As the detective got closer to the buildings she expected to be hearing sounds of life. Didn't everyone come here? This is a refugee camp. Where are the sounds of people?
Maybe there was just a strict policy on sound due to the risk of attracting walkers.
However as Jane came to the edge of the city there was no sign of security, military or any type of gate or protection. Did Denise lie to me?
No, why would she do that? Why would Denise help Jane out thus far and then send her on a wild goose chase? It didn't make sense.
So still with an ounce of hope she set off and into the streets of the city of Atlanta.
The streets were deserted.
Rubbish and newspapers scattered over the concrete of the road.
The only sound that could be heard was the rumble of Jane's bike as she slowly drove through the streets. Taking in all her surroundings.
As she turned the corner she came across a sign saying 'EVERYONE WILL BE EXAMINED. IF CLEARED, GO THROUGH TO NEXT STAGE' That crushed the doubt that Jan had, showing that Denise was in fact telling the truth. As she drove on she came across an idle helicopter that was completely empty of any supplies or personnel. So the military was here. So where are they now?
All hope that she did have was also crushed when she came down and saw a mangled body that was ripped apart with what seemed to have been senseless abandon. As she swerved around it, she bumped it a car parked on the pavement and as luck would have it the car alarm started blaring.
"Shit." Jane swore under her breath. She decided to keep driving forward as she was sure to have already drawn attention to herself. She suddenly heard gunshots that seemed to be coming from one of the rooftops and Jane looked up to see where the noise was coming from. She sped up to try and avoid the bullets, but when she couldn't spot the source she looked straight ahead at the same time as she came to a junction to the next street.
The sight forced Jane to gasp in terror and felt her heart stop and her blood run ice cold. She lost control of her movements and both her and the bike went skidding across the concrete, causing friction burns on her arms, legs and a cut to start bleeding on her face. The gun bag went flying and landed with a thud on top of overturned bus.
The sight that forced this reaction from the normally calm detective was the sight of hundreds of walkers. They filled the street, shoulder to shoulder and they all turned to face Jane.
Hundreds of hungry and predatory eyes laid on the woman.
So she did what her instincts told her to.
She ran.
A/N: Oooh cliffhanger ;) How will Jane get out of this one? Who liked Denise and Jimmy and do you want them to make an appearance in future chapters? Tell me your thoughts :)