Chapter 10.
Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.
Jill was leaning against the wall, head leaned back against it. She was tired, and she had never felt this weak in her life. Her stomach was making loud sounds, which also were the only sound in the room. Except the annoying sound of drip – drip – drip – drip from the roof. Jill's mouth was dry, and her head was spinning dangerously fast. She realized she needed water, so she slowly moved over to the dripping sound. She sat back; still leaning against the wall, then pulled out her tongue and let the water dripping from the roof hit it. It tasted awful, it was probably water from the canal outside, and Jill thought to herself that she'd be amazed if she didn't get sick from this. But this water was better than any water, and she knew she would die – soon – if she didn't get anything to drink. A person can get dehydrated dangerously fast.
The cold had gotten to her a few hours earlier. She had been cold since she got here, but during the night, it had been a lot worse. The darkness had been in the room for several hours, and now it was light in the room again, which made Jill realize that she'd been her for over 24 hours.
A shiver shot through Jill's body, she had never felt so cold and so numb in her life. And her hands were still cuffed behind her back, so there was no way she could put her arms around her, to worm herself and protect herself. But speaking about protecting, she had not seen a person since she arrived. Not once had anyone been inside the room. She hadn't heard any voices, or no other sound for that matter. Except the sound of the water dripping from the roof, but that too had stopped since the drops now hit Jill's tongue instead.
"Jill. Stay awake." She whispered to herself. "They will come for you. You know they will."
She knew she couldn't go to sleep, or at least she knew she shouldn't. She wasn't sure if she'd wake up if she went into the darkness of unconsciousness. But she wasn't sure of how long she could stay awake. She had been afraid of falling asleep since she got here; it was too cold. Her eyelids where heavy, her entire body was numb from the cold, except the shoulder which still shot radiating pain through her body every time she slightly moved it. Jill closed her eyes, seeing memories sweep by. She saw Sabrina and Kelly, she saw Kris again, she saw Bosley and she even saw Scott Woodville flutter by.
She remembered sitting in the office together with Sabrina and Kelly one early morning, at a time that seamed forever ago. Sabrina walked over to Kelly and Jill who were sitting in the couches, and she was holding two glasses in her hands, containing something green.
"What is this?" Kelly asked, looking at it, very suspiciously.
"Lime juice." Sabrina smiled, pleased when Jill and Kelly accepted the drinks.
They had been talking, chatting and giggling nonstop since they came into the office, and now they all sat down in the big couch in front of the beautiful desk. They all tasted the drinks, and a second later, they all took down their glasses, looking at each other.
"Do you hear that?" Sabrina asked, putting her glass on the desk.
"Yes." Both Kelly and Jill agreed, putting their glasses on the desk too.
"Is that ticking noise what I think it is?" Sabrina asked nervously.
"I hope not." Jill said, rising to her feet, trying to locate the source of the quiet ticking sound. It didn't take long before she looked under the desk, seeing a huge bomb made mostly out of dynamites. The blinking red numbers on the bomb was counting down, and Jill realized it was too late to try to stop it.
"Guys, let's get out!" She screamed, grabbing both hers and Kelly's purse which were on the desk, Sabrina grabbed her purse and the three of them ran outside. Pretty much in the same time as they reached the street and jumped to safety behind Kelly's mustang, the entire building went kaboom into the air. They all crawled up into balls close to each other when parts of the building fell down on the cars and nearby places, but luckily, nothing major managed to land on either one of them. A few seconds later, the three women looked up at each other, silence between them.
"Holy crap." Jill finally spoke.
"That was close." Kelly whispered, in the same time as Sabrina leaned into Kelly's car, grabbing her phone, dialing 911.
"Hello, I want to report an explosion, at 8619 Sunset Blvd, Hollywood. Yes, everyone got out safe, but there's quite a fire going on here. Sabrina Duncan. Yes, we'll stay here. Thank you."
Sabrina hung up the phone and sighed as she faced her coworkers.
"Who did this?"
Both Kelly and Jill shrugged their shoulders. They weren't working on a case right now; they had been doing paperwork for several days. Suddenly, a car came to an abrupt stop, and they heard Bosley's and Woodville's scared voices.
"Oh my God, the Angels!" Bosley shouted to Woodville.
"We're okay guys!" Jill shouted to them, all three of them beginning to pick themselves up from the ground, using the beige mustang as leverage.
"What the hell happened?" Woodville asked, looking at the angels towards the building, back towards the building. Sabrina met his eyes, and a bad feeling was sent through her stomach as they stared at each other.
"There was a bomb, under the desk." Kelly said quietly, looking from Sabrina to Woodville, and then sharing a confused look with Jill and Bosley.
"Why Woodville?" Sabrina suddenly asked.
"Why what?"
"Why would you blow up the agency?"
"I did not blow up the agency Sabrina, and I don't know from where you would get that idea."
"You and Charlie hired us because you know that women have better instincts than men. And you thought you'd get away with it?" Sabrina said, her voice being ice cold.
Jill, Kelly and Bosley were just staring at the two of them, not understanding a word. Woodville and Sabrina never cut off their eye contact, not even when the police and fire trucks arrived to the scene.
"Which one of you is Sabrina Duncan?" An officer asked as he came up to them.
"I am." Sabrina said, still looking at Woodville. "Officer, can you please arrest this man?"
"For what?"
"Attempted murder."
The officer nodded and handcuffed Woodville. He didn't flinch, he didn't argue, he didn't break eye contact. Instead, a tiny smile spread on his lips.
"Angels belong in heaven…" He whispered as the officer took him away, putting him in the police car.
"Sabrina, what was that?"
"I could see it in his eyes." Sabrina said, still staring towards the police car. "I've learned to read people, and his eyes looked pleased, yet disappointed."
"But why would he try to kill us?"
"I don't know. Let's call Charlie."
When they'd talked to the fire department and police, they all went home to Jill's beach house. There they all made some coffee, and Jill called Charlie.
"Hello Charlie. No, we're at the beach house. We don't have an office anymore. Nope. Woodville blow it up. I don't know, but Sabrina's sure of it. Instinct. He's at the station right now, but he said `Angels belong in heaven´ when the cops took him away. Yes, please look him up once more."
Jill hung up the phone and faced her coworkers.
"Has anyone noticed any change in Woodville? What would make him do anything like that?" Kelly asked, still very confused.
"Don't know. But Charlie's going to look into it."
A few days later, they all met up at their new office, at 189 Robertson. Charlie had called them all just a few hours after the explosion, telling them that he'd checked into Woodville's bank account and found out that he had gotten a huge sum of money, and Woodville had spilled everything in the interrogation room. Evidently he had been paid to dispose of all the angels. What people can do for money. Now they all walked in smiling. They still had the bar they liked so much, but it was in the other end of the room. This office was a lot smaller, but more cozy, and the angels immediately jumped down into the three couches in front of the desk. The layout was pretty much the same as in the other office – desk in the middle, couch in front of it. A bar, but in this office it was on the other side of the office. The old office had been very decorated, maybe too decorated, and at least Jill thought there was a lot calmer in this new room. Jill took a seat in the chair and couldn't help but smile. This was home.
Lol. I know this is sooo out of the blue. I was watching the pilot and wanted to write a reason to why Woodville disappeared and why they changed the office. And nooo, there's no way he retired... right? xD lol. Tell me what you think!