"NOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Nelson Donovan kicks over a trashcan. He lifts another and throws it down the alley. He punts the lid of one into the brick wall of the building beside him as he collapses against the other wall.
"They ruined it! They ruined it, Warren! What the fuck do I do now? How do I get my job back now that they've ruined the experiment?"
His head twitches. "Calm down, you insufferable twit! Why the hell did the sniveling twin live anyway? Fucking pathetic."
"I'm NOT pathetic! I'm NOT! I just need help, Warren! I need to know what to do," Nelson whines.
"You know what to do. FINISH the experiment, Nelson. For once in your miserable life FINISH something!"
"But the agent is a whore. I can't take her. And they will know the other two choices. Warren, they have EVERYTHING!"
"Damn it, Nelson, if you finish the whole study they will see it was necessary. They will see that what you were aiming to prove is something that will be comfort to millions. You can show that when people die staring at happy images, images of love they crossover much calmer than if they stare at nothing but a blank fucking ceiling. Do you know how hard it was for me to have nothing to look at, how hopeless it made me feel? Now you can take what I've taught you since my death and make life better for so many. Just pull yourself together and FINISH the study."
Nelson takes a few deep breaths. He slowly stands. "Right. Finish the study. I can do that, Warren. You'll be proud of me. I can do it."
He goes to his car and pulls out his camera. He starts to scroll through the photos he had taken. He stops on one of JJ. He manipulates it a bit until he sees her ring.
"Another cheating whore, Warren. Must be the job. We shouldn't study cops."
"You're right, brother."
Nelson continues to manipulate the camera. "What about her? I never had a chance to load her information onto the computer but I guess I can do that later."
"Very good, Nelson. Go. Watch her tonight. Take her tomorrow and figure out a way to complete the study."
Nelson nods. "Okay. I won't let you down again, Warren. I promise."
"I know you won't."
Nelson gets in his car and drives to a place where he can watch his new subject until it is time to take her tomorrow. Luckily everything he needs to bring her into the study is in the car. If all goes well he can complete the study and show the FBI that their interference was not necessary.
An hour later he is snapping pictures of a young waitress that had caught his eye at the beginning of the month. At first Nelson had dismissed her as being too young to be part of his study. But desperate times call for desperate measures, they say.
Nelson is overjoyed to see the young man he had initially seen with the waitress meet up with her as she gets off work. He takes pictures of their warm hello, including a sweet kiss. They walk off hand in hand to his car, where he opens the door for her. So many wonderful pictures in just a few minutes.
He follows them to a late dinner, to a movie, and finally to her house where the boyfriend goes in with her. Nelson sighs. He would have preferred they not have sex but, again, desperate times and all.
He is aware enough to know that the police will be looking for him. He hopes the blonde cop didn't see his car close enough to get a description out to the locals. But he needed to make sure he can complete his study. He drives his car to the university and parks it in one of the many student lots. At the most campus police would ticket it for not having a proper student tag.
He pulls out a satchel and wheelchair out of the trunk, along with a blanket. He catches a cab back to the waitress' neighborhood. When the time comes, he would just use her car.
Now…where could he take her now that the police would have destroyed his lab…