Here we go..first time i have tackled any 'case related' stuff so hope it reads well and makes sense - let me know if you could...
Disclaimer as Norm…
And Baby Makes Two
"This just isn't adding up – we're missing something – someone - from the equation"
Cal was pacing in his office where Gillian, Loker, Torres and Reynolds were all sitting looking equally as baffled.
"Lets try again. Foster, Torres – you say that this nutters new girlfriend has ABSOLUTLY no idea about any of this right?"
Gill and Ria both nodded.
"Right, so, Mr 'should be in a straight Jacket' definitly knows about it- but didn't actually do it! Foster – you and Loker take a run at him now – he knows who did it, and he knows she was alive when she was buried yesterday. What he doesn't know is where! We need to know where and who the other nut job is – FAST. Reynolds you me and Torres are going over every centimetre of those files again – we need to work out what we are missing here"
Just as they all started to peel out a small voice came from the very corner of the room.
"What about the boyfriend?"
"EM!, wot the bloody hell are you doing in here? How long have you been listening? And wot bloody boyfriend are you going on about?"
"Oh, well ..A while I guess, you were all so engrossed when I came in that you didn't even notice me, so I figured it must be real important and so I just sat down and waited…HER boyfriend dad- the lady that's been buried…well she is getting married right? What about him – have you spoken to him?"
The whole group just stared at each other, mouths open. Reynolds was the first to move. "I'm on it – I'll have him here within the hour"
Dragging his stare away from his daughter Cal turned to Gill.
"I still want you and Loker to take another crack at him, but get the name of the fiancé from the file and find a way out letting it leak out- see how he reacts to it yeah"
"Do you still want me to look at the files ?"
"Torres – no..I want you observing outside the cube – and Emily…You are not going to go on to collage anymore…Soon as you're old enuf you're starting work here"
xXx
He was sitting opposite the kind of man he disliked intensely.
$800 suit, perfectly groomed and clean shaven. Shoes you could see your reflection in and a look on his face that said ' I am so much better than you little scruffy man'
"I really don't see why you needed to drag me across town and put me in this…box – This is my wife to be you are wasting time over, she could already be dead, but on the off chance she is alive, you are wasting precious time on me that you should be using to interrogate that lunatic ex boyfriend of hers"
"Ahh – yeah, but therein lies the problem Pete"
"Peter! I prefer Peter"
"Right. As I was saying Pete, yer man – the ex that is – I have spoken to him – at length, and so have my collegues..and we all agree he is just taking credit for the whole thing. Yes he knows some of what happened – that she was buried alive sometime yesterday – but very little else, oh, other than who actually did it!..he knows that of course, but he has NO idea of where she is – and THAT, is what we really need to know, if we are to try and save your…future wife…we need to know where she is, and THAT is why you are here..Pete!.... You can tell me all about why afterwards but right now – I just need you to tell me where she is"
"You are just as mad as he is if you think that I had anything to do with…"
The microsecond of fear that flashed in his eyes, the one sided shoulder shrug told Cal, that he and his staff were all right – This man was the potential murderer…
"Don't bother with the rest of that lie Pete, you told me the real truth in the first 3 words..Now – WHERE IS SHE?"
"I…I don't know what…"
"You won't have gone far – so what? Family home back garden? – no..too close …don't want the constant reminder do you…Her family home – no…You work for a large company right! I just bet they have property all over the city, weekend escape cabins for employee of the month to use,… larger places with pools and tennis courts for corporate entertaining – oh, there it is! Right we're getting somewhere now aren't we – you'd need land wouldn't you, somewhere you could dig that wouldn't be too noticed..something like a …oh I dunno…a golf course maybe, where there's woods and roughs….GOTCHA. REYNOLDS find out where this arses company has its own golf course, get everyone you've got there when you find it"
Cal grabbed the man by his neat perfect tie and pulled him across the table.
"And you Peter….are cumin with us, you are gonna help me look"
xXx
Within 10 minutes Cal, was in an FBI van with 'Peter' and all his team heading towards the address Reynolds had quickly located.
"So Wot was it Pete? ….Suddenly realised that she wasn't gonna fit in with your corporate image? Tried to break it off but she threatened to come to the office, cause a scene maybe… yeah that's part of it isn't it…but there's something else isn't there…"
"She is pregnant! I said I would arrange and pay for…well..you know… but that wasn't enough for her oh no! she was going to force me to take a paternity test, and then 'milk' me for money for the bastard for the rest of my life!"
"WHAT! She was pregnant with your child and you buried her alive you scum!"
"TORRES!"
Lightman's eyes told her to get back in her seat and shut up.
"Peter" Fosters quiet calming voice broke through the heightening tension.
"If you help us – when we get there – help us to find her quickly…she might still be alive..her and the baby. It will go in your favour and we can all sit down and try and sort this out, You can't possibly really want to kill your own child Peter, not really…You just panicked didn't you? Will you help us Peter…Please…"
"It was that idiot ex of hers that thought of it – burying her. I went to him first, offered him money to woo her back to him but he wanted her to suffer, didn't want her back…but…neither of us could actually kill her so…"
Everyone in the back of the van, including peace loving Loker were fighting with themselves not to beat this shit's brains out.
"You lot are all so clever… you find her! There's no death penalty here and I'm going to end up in jail for the rest of my life now anyway, so why should I help you? I hope we are too late"
Luckily the van came to a stop at this point and an agent got them all out.
They were standing at the edge of the wooded area of a golf course.
"Right you slag! Walk"
Cal pushed Peter towards the trees.
"Where? Where do you want me to walk?"
"Anywhere you like mate – as long as in those trees, now go"
As they entered the woods Cal was about 2 feet behind him and the team were behind him.
They appeared to walk round in largish circles for a while, occasionally Peter would just stop and Cal would prod him in the back till he moved again.
After nearly 15minutes Cal stopped and pulled out the walky talky the FBI agents were all working on.
"Far one to two hundred sq foot area in the east section where the trees are thicker- concentrate all yer men and equipment there Reynolds NOW"
As Peter turned to face him with a shocked look on his face he came into hard contact with Cal's fist.
It took Foster, Torres and 2 FBI agents to get him off.
The agents quickly took him out of Cal's way whilst Cal and the others started to run to the area he had previously indicated.
There were people everywhere. Dogs and their handlers, ground sonar, heat sensors – it looked like chaos but they all knew what they were doing.
"Over here! Dogs picking up something strong here" An agent stood with his hand in the air.
As men with shovels appeared and a med team stood by, the handler and dog stood back and virtually everyone held their breath and seemed to alternate their stares between the spot on the ground and Cal!"
A shovel struck something with a thud.
"It's a crate" the agent yelled "a large crate."
The diggers went mad and within a few seconds the crate was out of the ground and the lid was wrenched off.
Inside was the body of a young pretty girl that everyone recognised from there file photos.
Her body was still and her face was white with the start of a bluish tinge to her lips.
The medics pulled her out and frantically searched for a pulse whilst getting the Oxygen out and readying various injections.
"THERE'S A PULSE" the shout went up "It is really weak but it's there"
The mask went on – blankets were wrapped round her – needles were pushed in and drugs injected
"Careful what you give - she's pregnant" Gillian tried to get her voice to carry above the throng.
"I'm sorry Maam, our priority has to be the lady first here – but we will keep it in mind, thanx"
By the time they had moved her out of the woods the medivac helicopter had landed and she was flown out.
"Ben" Gill called him over "You will let us know, as soon as you can won't you? About both of them"
"Cause Gill. You know I will"
She felt his arms round her as he turned into him the tears fell.
"Do you think there's any chance… for the baby?"
Cal squeezed her tightly "They are tough little things babies Foster, I'll take a bet on it luv"
They all went back to the office and broke out the drinks.
It wasn't a celebration, not yet…just liquid valium really as they waited for a phone call.
