Sorry to have taken so long to post, will try not to let it happen again, honest!
Chap 11
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Skye began to tremble as she was booked in and the official charges against her logged. She was certain people wouldn't lie to her about recent events, but she had no recollection of attempting to kill her son and couldn't understand why she would do ever do such a horrendous thing, Elliot was her whole life. One of the officers who was there to meet her when she arrived Jake...Jack? had wrapped a blanket around her shoulders and, to Skye's confusion, given her a sympathetic smile before he and a female officer, who introduced herself as Liz, escorted her down to the cells. Liz had her arm around Skye's shoulders and Skye leaned into her while they walked, desperate for the warmth and comfort of another person. Her current circumstances being way beyond her experience, she wasn't sure what she would have expected but, even so, she was surprised at the level of concern shown towards her by the officers involved. Although Skye was grateful, the lack of disgust and accusatory looks made the whole situation seem even more unreal, more like a bad dream she couldn't wake up from. That is, until she and the two officers came to a halt outside the very real metal door of a cell. She watched Jack unlock heavy the door, ready to put her inside, and panic flooded through her.
"No...I won't...Please...I want my baby, I want to see my boy. You mustn't put me in there. You can't! Where's my baby! Where's Elliot? He needs me, he needs me...!"
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"I've got somethin' here Bobby."
Dean and Bobby were both in the study, Dean on Sam's laptop and Bobby working on his. Bobby glanced up.
"Go on."
"It's just a brief reference in a piece about possession generally. It's sayin' that as far as anybody knows, Kishanta are always female with a history of shitty lives and who, as a result, go on to commit suicide by drownin' themselves."
Bobby's face fell.
"They?...Plural?"
"Fraid so!"
"Well, that's just great ain't it? There anymore info?"
"No, that's all it's got. Kinda makes me think vengeful spirit type though. How about you?"
"I guess so. Gotta be worth chasin'. You gonna let Sam know?"
"No need. I picked this up by following his search history, there's a couple more sites I need to look at, maybe they'll have more detail."
Bobby arched his eyebrows, looking impressed.
"Nice move. Never realised you'd got that technical! Not just a pretty face, are you?"
"Nope. I'm a genius an' pretty. Pretty handsome anyway."
"Not to mention vain...What else had our Boy Wonder unearthed then?"
Dean instantly adopted an Adam West style Batman voice.
"Hold onto your fish there, Penguin. While I, Batman, cleverly re-trace the trail unwittingly left by my not-as-pretty-as-me sidekick!"
Bobby snorted a laugh.
"Batman? Yeah, right. I'm thinkin' Super-Idjit sounds better."
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Leading the way, Jodie paused as she and Sam drew level with the staff break room, she turned to look up at Sam.
"Would you mind hanging out here, make yourself a coffee while I go have a chat with Skye first? You know, pave the way for you?"
Sam nodded his understanding.
"Sure. No problem."
Jodie looked relieved.
"Great. Thanks. I'm just not sure how I'm goin' to sell this to Skye but, if she agrees, I'll come get you."
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Liz respectfully stood when Jodie entered the isolation cell, whereas Skye stared at her fearfully through red rimmed eyes. Jodie smiled at the frightened woman, hoping to relax her a little.
"Hello Ms Larken, My name's Jodie Mills, I'm the Sheriff. Is it ok if I call you Skye?"
Jodie didn't miss how Skye glance up at Liz for reassurance, before answering in a small voice.
"Ok...Do you know how Elliot, my little boy, is? Is he ok? They're goin' to take him away from me, aren't they? You can make them let me see him, they'll listen to you. I need to tell him I'm sorry, tell him I love him..."
At a glance from Jodie, Liz had already resumed her spot alongside the distressed woman. She clasped Skye's hand in both hers when Skye reached for her and made reassuring shushing noises to the young woman. Skye quickly responded, halting her flow of questions and, instead, lowering her gaze to the floor. Pulling up one of two chairs in the cell, Jodie sat herself down opposite Skye.
"Skye honey. I know you're scared, but I promise, everyone here wants to help make things right."
Jodie was a little bemused when, at her words, Skye broke down into heart wrenching sobs, fast tears racing each other down her face.
"Why...Why is ev'rybody...Bein' so...n...n...nice to me?...They're sayin' I...I tried to...I...Oh God. Elliot!"
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Jodie sighed, the woman certainly didn't seem like someone who was possessed. No sliding up the cell walls, no spinning head. She just seemed like a young mum who's life had suddenly turned crazy. Maybe the thing wasn't inside her anymore? Jodie glanced at Liz. Maybe... ? The Sheriff shook her head, refusing to allow herself to follow through with that particular thought. Leaning forward, Jodie reached out to rest a hand on the young woman's knee.
"Skye? Look, I've got someone waitin' that I'd like you to have a talk with. I think he could be helpful. Would it be ok with you if I bring him down to meet you?"
Skye gripped Liz's hands harder as she raised her eyes and looked searchingly at Jodie.
"It's not...Not a shrink. Is it?"
Jodie glanced quickly at Liz before answering. Ahh What the Hell. I'll just have'ta go for it, try an' convince Liz I'm not crackers later.
"No. He's not a shrink, I promise. But he is someone who thinks he might be able to help. Skye, I need you to listen carefully, 'cos this' gonna sound weird. Then you can decide whether or not you want to see him. Ok?"
Skye sniffed and nodded.
"Ok."
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Liz didn't know who this person was that Jodie referred to, but she could clearly sense an air of discomfort about Jodie and she wondered if it was something to do with her own presence?
"Ma'am? Would you prefer me to leave? Although, no offence, but you can trust me. I swear."
Jodie considered Liz's offer, noticing how Skye shuffled closer to Liz, clearly not wanting to be separated from the officer. Jodie decided it was better to let Liz stay, Skye obviously trusted her.
"Thanks for that Liz. I think Skye would like you to stay...So would I. Skye? The guy I'd like you to talk to is an FBI Agent. He's called Sam an' he thinks he might know why you can't remember what's happened. He's wonderin' whether you were bein' influenced by someone? Kinda like if you'd been hypnotised? And then told to do things you wouldn't do normally. Understand?"
Skye looked wide eyed at Jodie.
"No, I don't...I've never seen a hypnotist in my whole life!"
Jodie decided to stick with the hypnotism theme, it felt a whole lot better and easier than saying "possession".
"Sam thinks things could've been done without you knowing. Like if before he or she woke you up again, the hypnotist told you to "forget" you'd ever even seen a hypnotist?"
Jodie worked hard to ignore the look of incredulity shot her way from Liz
"But, why would a hypnotist tell me to kill my Elliot? What harm's he ever done to anyone? He's so young!"
"I can't answer that Skye, but Sam? He'd like to have a go at makin' certain you're not bein' influenced anymore. He's sure you're innocent; we all think you probably are, an' we'd like to make certain you an' Elliot can go home an' move on from all this...Isn't that right Liz?"
Jodie gave a small smile of appreciation as Liz immediately lent her support.
"Definitely... How about you meet him Skye? Have a chat first, and then see what you think?"
Skye squeezed Liz's hand.
"Will you stay with me?"
Jodie gave Liz the smallest shake of her head and answered for her.
"Liz has to take a break, but she'll fetch Sam down first an' I'll stay with you. Ok?"
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Sam glanced up expectantly at the sound of footsteps heading toward the break room. Instead of Jodie, a slender red head entered the break room, hesitating when she saw Sam. Sam gave her a friendly smile.
"Hi...I'm just waiting for Sheriff Mills...Please, say if you want me to go and let you have your break in peace...?"
Liz was only half listening, her mind otherwise occupied. Oh Help! Look at him, he's so tall, an' he's sooo drop dead gorgeous, an' tall, with legs an' everything! Oh, please, don't let me drool! She took a swift glance down at herself, wishing she wasn't dressed in her dreary uniform. Or maybe he's the type that likes uniforms? Oh yes! Let him like women in uniforms! She realised that the Agent, Sam, had stopped speaking and was watching her, an amused smile dancing on his lips. Liz felt the blush rising on her cheeks.
"Huh? Oh!! Um, right, I know. Jo...I mean, Sheriff Mills...She sent me...You know, to um...fetch...Oh, poop it!"
Sam's amusement increased. Watching Red take a couple of deep breaths while she desperately sought to re-gather herself,
"Sorry. Total tongue failure there...Um, I mean...Oh boy! Ok. Did any of that babble make sense, Agent? Or would you like me to humiliate myself again and have another go?"
Sam was openly grinning.
"I'm pretty sure I got the gist. And please, call me Sam. And you?"
"Me? Oh. Um...Liz...I'm Liz."
Sam chuckled, quietly enjoying the impact he was having on Liz.
"Are you sure? Only, you sound a bit uncertain?"
Liz met his eyes Lovely,, lovely eyes feeling a little irritated at his teasing, given that they had only just met.
"I'm quite certain. If you're ready?"
Liz waved a hand towards the corridor and waited for Sam to go in front. Walking along, Sam smirked, he could feel Liz's eyes on him. He glanced back over his shoulder, catching her with her eye's focused firmly on his butt.
"Everything ok back there Liz?"
Unaware that Sam had caught her out, Liz nodded enthusiastically.
"Oh yeah...Everything's just fine."
His eyes to the front, Sam grinned in amusement to himself and found himself wondering whether he should ask her to go for a drink with him once the timing was more appropriate?
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Jodie came out of the isolation cell in answer to Liz's knock and linked arms with Sam, clearly at ease with him. Catching Liz's wistful gaze, Sam winked at her. Hurriedly turning away in embarrassment, Liz stared hard at the floor, intensely irritated by it's refusal to provide a hole for her to crawl into.
"She's agreed to see you Sam...I've told her you think she might've been hypnotised and you want to make sure she's not still under some kinda influence. Hope you can work with that?"
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