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Silence.
Well, not quite.
Veronica opened her eyes and glanced around the room. Sparse, devoid of all but the fold out slab for the cot she was currently laying on, and the metal toilet in the corner. Exactly what a jail cell was supposed to be.
'Think, Veronica. What do you do next?'
Veronica stretched, and pulled herself into a sitting position. Enough was enough. She could sit her bemoaning her position, or she could use what – limited- resources she could find.
With no memory of the day preceding the murder, she knew that she had to work with what she could remember.
'One – There was a lump on her neck. Two – this amnesia didn't just pop up out of nowhere. And Three – The video footage'.
Veronica sighed, and stood up from the cot, before falling to the floor with a scream.
"Finally!"
Dick jumped out of his doze, as Mac proceeded to yell from beside his prone position on the couch. She had been staring at the screen for what seemed like an age.
"Found something, Mac-a-licious?"
Mac looked at Dick and grinned.
"It seems our illustrious Agent Ward isn't as nice as he would appear. He was given an official warning after he botched an investigation against a high profile client in the last five years." Mac stood and walked over to the mini bar. Grabbing a bottle of water, she continued.
"He was sent to the department shrink for court mandated sessions, and the sessions were continued for an additional year. The only problem I'm having is in finding out who the high profile client was".
Dick gave Mac a shy smile. "I'll bet you can find out".
Mac looked back at Dick and returned the smile.
"You bet your surf loving ass I can".
"What do you have for me?"
He looked at the information in front of him. "Sir, they've found out that Agent Ward may not be on their side. Something about being reprimanded for the incident last year".
"He is expendable. Do not allow them to link him to us. If they get close, remove the problem".
He sighed. "Yes sir. Are you sure that you don't want me to take action against one of them?"
"It hasn't reached that point yet. You will do as you're told, or you don't get paid. It's that simple".
Shaking his head, he agreed.
"Oh, and Vinny? Two things – Firstly, if you try and give me a Vinny special, your family will pay. And secondly – Dick Casablancas is not to be touched."
Vinny stared at the phone as the line went dead. Placing the phone on the bed, he went back to his listening devices.
Veronica kept her eyes tightly shut as she was wheeled to the Hospice. She knew that this was a risk, but what other choice did she have? It wasn't a normal thing for a prisoner to request a blood test, and even if she did, she had no way of ensuring that it would be granted.
She heard a door open, and a female voice. "This is Veronica Mars?"
There was movement by her head as she heard another voice respond. "Yes, Dr Osborne. She was found passed out in her cell. It was reported that she also passed out when she was found after the murder, however this was attributed to shock".
"Thank you, officer. We'll run some tests".
Veronica heard the door open again, and then silence.
"Wake up, Veronica. I know you can hear me".
Veronica sighed, and opened her eyes. "How did you know?"
Dr Osborne chuckled. "My dear, I see patients pretending all the time. You are very convincing at being unconscious, but your eyes are moving too much for you to be completely out. Now, I'm guessing that you had a reason for wanting to be treated?"
Veronica thought for a moment, before deciding that this woman seemed trustworthy – enough.
"I can't remember the day of the murder. And I don't attribute that to shock". She looked directly at the doctor. "I want a blood test, to see if there is anything else in my system. I don't exactly trust the results from the Kane paid tests".
Dr Osborne laughed at this.
"I can understand why! Celeste Kane was known to many, and loved by few. I met her at a hospital function a few months back, and it left a definite sour taste in my mouth. She is, or rather, was, an A Grade bitch".
Moving to a cupboard, Dr Osborne opened the door and pulled out a syringe.
"I'll take a blood sample, we'll run the standard tests as well as a full blood panel, and see what comes up".
Strapping Veronica's arm, she inserted the needle and began the process.
"Are you being treated okay?"
Veronica nodded, looking everywhere but at the needle. "They wouldn't treat me badly; they don't want any reason for a potential mistrial".
Removing the needle, the doctor swiftly pressed a gauze pad to Veronica's elbow and applied pressure. She placed a bandaid over the puncture mark, and began to write on the samples.
"Did you really pass out before?"
Veronica nodded.
Dr Osborne inclined her head in agreement, and spoke again. "Let's get a urine sample as well, to be sure".
Handing Veronica a container, she motioned toward a door behind her. "Please don't be long, or I will have to send in the officer".
Veronica nodded and entered the bathroom. Emerging a minute later, she sat back on the gurney.
Dr Osborne walked to the door, and knocked. The door opened, and an officer entered. "Could you please stay with Miss Mars a moment?"
The officer stepped inside the room, and Dr Osborne left.
Veronica sat there, still garbed in the non-descript prisoner clothing.
'Well, that's one issue covered. Should I mention the lump on my neck?'
The door opened again and the doctor stepped in, her face sombre. The officer left, and she addressed Veronica once more.
"Did you know that you are pregnant?"
Please... Don't... Kill... Me...
A two year absence and I leave it with a decent cliffhanger.
The next chapter is written, and the next half complete.
I will regain your faith in me!
Blue Symphony xx
