A/N: Hey everyone, here's the next chapter, enjoy!

Chapter 7

Once again, Bobby had fallen asleep on the hard plastic chair. Since his suspension 3 days ago, he had hardly left his partner's room. Though he was asleep, the darkness behind his eyelids was filled with nightmares. This was now also common. It was a nightmare he'd been having for a while now, Alex, smiling, laughing…then her smile faded, and now she was bleeding on the ground. Now she's on the bed, her eyes are taped shut. Bobby knew that next she was going to sit up and send him down another guilt trip. He waited numbly for her to start screaming at him. Now what was that beeping noise? The heart monitor…NO! He wouldn't let her die. "It's just a dream, it's just a dream", he thought. He felt himself waking up…thank goodness. Why wasn't the beeping stopping?

CODE BLUE, CODE BLUE, ROOM 310, SEND A CRASH TEAM, PAGEING DOCTOR MARSHALL, CODE BLUE, CODE BLUE, ROOM 310.

It wasn't a dream. Code blue, someone was dying. Room 310, Alex's room. Alex was dying. She was really dying.

"ALEX, ALEX!" someone screamed. Bobby. He was screaming her name. "ALEX!"

"Alexandra Eames don't you dare die on me," another voice said. Alex's parents had just entered the room.

"Out of my way sir," a man said, and a group of people rushed into the room. Doctor Marshall was at the end, yelling instructions at the team.

Time seemed to stand still. Bobby, and Alex's parents, all holding hands, screaming, sobbing.

"She's not responding…shock her." "CLEAR!" "Try again…CLEAR!"

Beeeeeeeep…beep,beep,beep…

Her heart had started. Alex wasn't dying. Her heart had started.

White-faced, Penelope Eames threw herself at her daughter, sobbing. "You can't die," she gasped. "I won't ever give up on you again," she whispered. "I'm not ready to lose you."

Still numb, Bobby turned to leave Alex with her parents. They probably needed some time alone with her, and besides, he couldn't deal with trying to help comfort Penelope. He just didn't have the strength; Alex nearly dying had emotionally drained him. He then glared at the offending figure in the doorway. Sally-Jean was watching.

Maybe it was lack of sleep, getting suspended, Sustan, lack of food, stress, who knows, but as he stared at Sally, Bobby felt anger course through his body. He didn't notice the horrified expression on her face.

"Why are you always here?" Bobby demanded.

"I'm not," she answered.

"Alex was dying, and you were just standing there and watching!" he accused

"What exactly would you suggest I could have done?" she demanded.

"You have no idea what it's like, to watch and know there's nothing to do, and you're always here watching and being annoying and rude and nosy, you have no respect for what we're going through!" he half whispered, half shouted.

Sally-Jean's eyes flashed. "You have no idea what I know or don't know Robert Goren," she spat.

"How could you?" Bobby demanded.

Sally just shook her head. "I can see that you care for your partner, but I was hoping that he was just being an ass when he told me about you," she snapped.

"Who told you what?" he asked.

Rolling her eyes, Sally-Jean turned and marched towards the other end of the hall.

"What are you talking about?" Bobby demanded, grabbing her arm.

Sally-Jean reached into her pocket, and slammed something cold into his hand.

"He gave me this," Sally-Jean said. "I wasn't going to show you, but maybe it will make you a little less pissed-off," With that, she turned on her heel and stalked away. Looking down at his hand, Bobby saw a shell casing. He stared at it. She had also given him a note.

Sally,

Please take care of this for me. I don't want that cop to find it. Robert Goren is smart for a screw-up. I'm begging you not to tell anyone about this. It might be a lot to ask, but please don't tell anyone.

Sincerely,

Mark McKellen

By the time he looked up, Sally-Jean was gone.

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"She knows something," Bobby said, after showing Mike the shell casing. Mike read the note, shaking his head.

"I can't believe she knew this all along!" Mike said. "How does she know McKellen anyway?"

Bobby walked over to his computer. He opened a search engine, searching all records, for criminal, student, missing persons, open homicides, any record at all.

Search: Randall, Sally-Jean

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Search Results: No results found for Randall, Sally-Jean

"I guess there's no record of her anywhere," Mike said. Bobby frowned, and then tried birth records.

Search: Randall, Sally-Jean Loading… Search Results: No results found for Randall, Sally-Jean

Not even a birth record," Bobby said. "Maybe it's a fake name?" Mike guessed. Frowning, Bobby tried expanding his search to include Canada.

"You think she's illegal?" Mike asked. "It's just and idea," Bobby replied, hoping to find some way to locate the strange girl, searching the same records as the first time.

Search: Randall, Sally-Jean

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Search Results: Randall, Steven James

Randall, Norma-Jean

Randall, Sally-Jean

"Found you," Bobby muttered. Then he took a closer look. Randall, Norma-Jean…could the name similarity be coincidence? He decided to try all of them.

Randall, Steven James

Case Report: Thirty-two-year-old Steven James Randall was found dead in his hospital room by Amanda Harding, a day nurse, February 25, 2002. He had been a coma patient for 2 years before the death. All the tubes and wires were yanked away. All needles were ripped from his arms. He died within 5 minutes. No suspects were ever questioned, and Randall's wife (Norma-Jean Randall) and daughter (Sally-Jean Randall) disappeared the same day.

Randall, Norma-Jean

Case Report: Thirty-year-old Norma-Jean Randall disappeared about the same time her husband (Steven James Randall) was found dead, February 25, 2002. She was reported missing by her doctor, Dr. Jasper Handler. Handler is a physiatrist who specializes in schizophrenia. Mrs. Randall had been a patient for 2 years. As far as anyone can tell, her and her daughter (Sally-Jean Randall) left quickly, and without a struggle. Officials are unsure of where Mrs. Randall could have gone, as she had no family or friends that anyone knew of. Mrs. Randall would be 35-years-old if she is still alive.

Randall, Sally-Jean

Case Report: Nine-year-old Sally-Jean Randall and her mother (Norma-Jean Randall) disappeared shortly after her father (Steven James Randall) was suspiciously murdered on February 25, 2002. She abruptly stopped going to her public school the same day her father was murdered. Her teachers say she hadn't mentioned any family or close friends that she could have moved in with. Sally-Jean would be 14-years-old if she is still alive.

The picture, not including the pictures of the crime scene, was the same for each report: A man, with his arm around a woman. A young girl was between them, grinning. The man had dirty blonde hair. His eyes were bright blue. He had an easy smile, showing his teeth. The beginning of a beard was starting on his face. He was wearing a loose red t-shirt. His face radiated with happiness.

The woman had shoulder-length brown hair. Even though she was only 28 in the picture, there were worry lines around her eyes, and on her forehead. She had deep hazel eyes. Her nose was almost as perfect as if she'd had plastic surgery done. She was wearing a delicate shade of pink lipstick. Her pink blouse fit so that it showed how well proportioned she was.

The girl in the picture was Sally-Jean, when she was 7 years old. Her long brown hair was in pigtails, with pink and purple ribbons tied around them. Her hair, nose, mouth, all the features of her face was the same as her mother. Except her bright blue eyes, they were the same bright blue as her father. She was wearing a jean jumper, with a pink turtleneck underneath.

All 3 were smiling, they looked so happy. Who would know that Steven Randall would soon be in a coma, and Norma-Jean would be a mental patient. Who would know that Sally-Jean would soon have to raise herself, to pick up the pieces, just like Bobby had, when his mother got sick? The family didn't even take any more pictures after Steven went into a coma. Like life stopped after he left, and the mother and daughter were trapped in a nightmare.

Bobby now saw Sally-Jean in a new way. She had almost the same life as he did. At seven years old her father was gone, and her mother was gone too, though in a different way. Sally-Jean didn't have anyone else to turn to. No wonder she was strange. She had to grow up at 7 years old. She had to be the parent. From what Bobby figured, Sally-Jean had been brought to a strange country, forced into a new school, and now her father was dead. Her mother was unable to help her with anything. The only thing he couldn't figure out was how she was connected to the man that had taken his partner away from him, the man he hated more than anyone else in the entire world.

He opened the search engine, desperate to find a connection between McKellen and Sally-Jean. He started searching criminal records.

Search: McKellen, Mark

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McKellen, Mark- drunken disorderly, Driving under the influence

McKellen Matthew- juvenile record

Bobby studied the page. Not one serious offence committed by Mark McKellen, not even harassment. His record only showed that he was stupid when it came to drinking. The juvenile record caught Bobby's interest.

Matthew McKellen: Juvenile record for- 2 counts of assault, 3 counts of harassment, 2 counts sexual harassment. Details in records sealed.

Bobby stared. Matthew McKellen seemed to have more of a record of violence than Mark McKellen. He quickly began to search public records.

Search: McKellen, Matthew

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Matthew McKellen:

Full name: Matthew McKellen

Age: 20 years

Birthday: 29/08/87

Height: 5'10"

Weight: 180 lbs.

Hair Colour: Dark Brown

Eye Colour: Gray

"Maybe Sally-Jean knows Matthew, not McKellen," Bobby said.

"Then why did McKellen give Sally-Jean the note?" Mike asked.

Bobby frowned. I don't know, but I'm going to find out.

"Where are you going?" Mike demanded as Bobby took long strides towards the elevator.

"To the hospital," Bobby answered. "All the doctors and nurses seem to love her, and someone must know where she lives." "Even if they don't, that's probably the best place to find her," he said.

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First Bobby explored the ICU. There was no sign of Sally-Jean. Then he headed to the paediatric ward. He peeked in a giant room and saw, toys, and a television, big comfy looking couches, and armchairs. There were kids watching Barney, kids reading picture books, kids playing board games, and some kids playing dress-up in the corner. He recognised Bethany and Erika, playing with another little girl that was also bald, and had an IV. They were playing with dolls. Bobby turned to go, but Bethany saw him.

"Hey!" she yelled. "I saw you yesterday!" Erika, and a couple other kids turned to look at him. "Are you looking for someone?" she yelled across the room.

Bobby walked in, and over to the group of 3 little girls. "I was looking for Sally-Jean, have you seen her?" Bobby asked.

The girls looked at each other and shook their heads.

"Nope," Bethany said, "But you can play dolls with me, Erika, and Melissa!"

"No thanks, maybe some other time," Bobby answered.

"Pretty please?" Bethany asked. Erika watched with hopeful eyes, but Melissa watched with open curiosity, a look of interest on her face.

"I'm sorry I have to go," Bobby answered.

Mike walked up to the group, standing next to Bobby.

"Who's your friend?" Bethany asked. The other two were obviously used to letting Bethany do the talking.

"This is Mike," Bobby said.

"I'm Bethany, this is Erika, and this is Melissa, you can play dolls with us too," Bethany said indicating each girl and then the dolls.

"We've got to go," Bobby said.

"Why are you looking for Sally?" Melissa asked. Her warm violet eyes surveyed them both carefully.

Bobby glanced at Mike. "We just want to talk to her," he said.

Melissa nodded. "I can give you her phone number," she said. She reached into her pocket, and pulled out a piece of paper, with a number and Sally-Jean's name in neat script on it.

"You don't need it anymore?" Bobby asked. Melissa smiled.

"I have it memorized," she replied.

"Thank-you," Bobby said. All three girls smiled at him.

"Anyway, it's lunch time!" Bethany said, and all three picked up baby bottles to continue their game. Bobby felt Melissa's eyes watch him leave.

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Bobby and Mike stood outside the door to the hospital guest entrance.

Hey this is Sally-Jean. I can't come to the phone right now, leave a message!

"Sally, it's Bobby, call me back at-"

"Bobby," her voice said.

"You're home," he stated.

"You must enjoy stating the obvious," she answered. "I just waited to hear who was calling before I answered," she said.

"I need to talk to you," Bobby said. "Can you meet me at the hospital?" he asked.

"Give me an hour," she replied.

"Okay," he said.

"Okay." Click.

Mike's phone rang. "Logan." "Okay, I'll be there." "Bye."

"I've got to go," he apologized.

Bobby nodded. Mike walked away; to catch a cab to 1PP. Bobby wandered back into the hospital, and up the stairs, to his partner's room. He couldn't take the elevator. He couldn't stand being around people anymore. You just never know what might happen.

A/N: So, I gave Mrs. Eames a name, I'm so tired of writing Mrs. Eames all the time. I know it was unrealistic for only the responses important to the case to have showed up when Bobby was searching for Sally-Jean and McKellen, but I just didn't want to have to write more than necessary. What do you think of this chapter? Review please!