I want to apologize in advance that there is very little Lexie and Mark in this chapter. I wanted to do this part from a different POV and I hope it's not a disappointment!
Also, has anyone else noticed that the website had a bit of a spaz these last few days? It wasn't tracking any hits to my stories and didn't send any emails when I got reviews. At least until today, I got like, a kabillion emails at once. It was pretty absurd.
Another also, if you haven't checked out my new fic Here Comes the Sun, I strongly encourage you to do so! It is also Mark/Lexie, but is light and fun and fluffy! Pretty much what this fic was supposed to be before I decided to kidnap Lexie lol.
Anyways, please review! PS I totally did medical research for this one. Booyah.
Sasha Bell gathered her paperwork together and slid it into a beige folder. She opened her filing cabinet and dropped the slim folder inside for the night. Feeling pleased with herself she stood from her desk and grabbed her purse. Her case practically solved itself. The victim was awake and confirmed her captor's identity and he would go straight from the hospital in the morning right into police custody.
She turned left out of police headquarters to her parked car. As she clicked the doors unlocked her phone buzzed in her pocket. Sasha pulled her old flip phone out and answered.
"This is Bell," she said, slightly exasperated. She just wanted to go home and sleep.
"Hey Sash, it's Cole," a voice greeted through the phone.
"What do you want Greene, I'm on my way home," Sasha slid into her car and slammed the door shut. "Can't this wait until tomorrow?" He always found some stupid reason for them to stay late together.
"Uh, not really. It's pretty big. You know that guy who kidnapped the doctor?"
Sasha did not like where this was going. "Uh huh..."
"Well the hospital just called. He was confirmed dead 20 minutes ago."
She stepped back out of her car and slammed the door. "What the hell happened?"
Her partner hesitated, "It wasn't caused by his injuries."
"Bring in the angry ex boyfriend," she groaned and stormed back into police headquarters. This was just great.
It was another hour and a half and two cups of coffee later before Dr. Mark Sloan arrived for questioning. He was seated across from her in the otherwise empty room. Cole was watching from the other side of the mirror.
Sasha glared at the man. Not because he was most likely responsible for killing some nutcase that kidnapped his ex girlfriend, she didn't really care about that. She cared that she was stuck at work late. Again.
"Walk me through what you did this evening," she said coolly.
He glared right back at her. "I was at Seattle Pres visiting Lexie."
"The whole night?"
Sloan shrugged. "Most of it."
"We have witnesses confirming you were at Mercy West Seattle Grace hospital. Tell me about that," she said. Sasha could feel Cole rolling his eyes from behind the mirror. "Please," she added.
"I went to see my best friend, so what?"
"Are you aware," Sasha paused for dramatic effect, "that James Wyatt was announced dead at 9:22 this evening in your hospital?"
Her suspect's eye brows rose in surprise. "What?"
"Our eye witnesses tell us you were screaming that you would," she flicked open the report in front of her and read from it, "'fucking kill him'?"
"You think I did this?" he slammed his hands on the table. "It wasn't me," Sloan emphasized and stood from the table. "Talk to me when you've got a lawyer."
Sasha watched him walk out of the room. Her simple case from earlier had morphed into a horrendous headache. "Can we bring Wyatt's doctor?" she asked the mirror.
"That was his doctor," Cole's voice crackled overhead.
"Seriously?" she huffed, "was there anyone else on the case?"
There was a pause while her partner read over the file in his hands. "Uh, it looks like a Dr. Avery worked on him with Sloan."
"Get him in here, I want all the details on the victim's death," she said and took another sip of her coffee. This was going to be a long night.
Avery was led into the empty concrete room. He felt like he was on one of those police dramas on tv.
"Dr. Avery, please sit down," the woman in uniform suggested. He couldn't put his finger on it but she looked vaguely familiar. "I'm Officer Bell, I have a few questions for you concerning the death of your patient, James Wyatt."
Jackson sat down in the uncomfortable chair across from her. "Sure," he shifted in his seat.
"Can you tell me about his death..." Sasha read from her file, "Jackson? Jackson Avery?" she read his full name for the first time. "Jackson Avery from Collingwood Prep?"
Avery looked at her completely perplexed. Then it hit him, that was where he recognized her from. He smirked, "Sasha Bell. What happened to not joining the force like your father?" Jackson asked referring the navy blue uniform she was wearing.
"I could say the same thing about you and your mum," she shot back. "So tell me what you know about Wyatt. To be perfectly honest we're suspecting foul play here."
"Complications can arise with any surgery, even minor ones like the work done on Mr. Wyatt's face," Avery explained. "We believe the cause of death was an air embolism as a result of the surgery. Generally air embolisms are stopped at the lungs, but occasionally they make it to the heart and are fatal."
"But air embolisms can be caused intentionally can't they?" Sasha recalled a case she studied during her training.
Jackson paused. "They...can."
"Tell me what you know about Mark Sloan, you've been working under him haven't you?"
"He's an incredible surgeon," he puffed out his chest.
"What was his relationship like with Alexandra Grey?" she continued.
"Lexie," he said. "They were...complicated."
Sasha jotted a few notes down in her folder. "Does Mark Sloan act impulsively? What's his temper like?"
"He...can, given the right circumstances," Jackson rubbed his eyes, "Look, Mark didn't do it alright? I've worked with him for awhile and he wouldn't just go kill a patient."
"We have witnesses saying he was screaming through the halls of the hospital that he wanted to kill Wyatt-"
"And Dr. Shepard subdued him. I was there," he said, clearly exasperated.
"Thanks for your time, Avery," Sasha finally closed her folder for the night. For real this time. "We'll be in touch, yeah?"
"I should hope so, I have a few questions for you myself," he stood and followed her out of the questioning room, "Like why you decided to stand me up on prom night?"
"Good night Jackson," she said and met Cole behind the mirror.
"You two seem pretty buddy buddy," he met her with raised eyebrows.
"It's a long story, what was your read on him?"
"He had some valid points, there's the possibility it was all just coincidence," Cole leaned against the wall.
Sasha rolled her eyes. "It's never just a coincidence."
"What about the sister? Could she have gotten involved?"
"Naw, she was with Alexandra all evening in the hospital. That was confirmed," she downed the rest of her coffee, "what about that Shepard guy? What do we know about him?"
Cole dug through his folder and pulled a sheet out. He'd interviewed a few hospital personnel and done some research online earlier "Hm. He's married to the sister...used to be Chief of Surgery...best friends with colleague Mark Sloan..."
Sasha rubbed her chin. "How close are they? Close enough to create an alibi so Sloan could kill Wyatt?"
Her partner shrugged, "I only talked to people for a few minutes. I'm not sure."
"We should bring him in too," she groaned.
"We'll have him here first thing in the morning. You need sleep," he said, "Plus it says here he has a toddler, he could use the sleep too."
Hallelujah.
Jackson's steps echoed off the wall of the stairwell. When he arrived at the floor he was looking for he emerged into the hallway and looked around. Just like Seattle Grace, Seattle Pres slowed down during the evenings. Despite the lights being on, the atmosphere was sleepy and calm.
"You're here late," Meredith commented as he was about to pass her. He didn't even notice her presence until she spoke up, "Did you hear about Wyatt?"
"Uh, yeah. I was just in talking to the police."
"The police?" she said quizzically.
"They wanted to know about his death. It was just an air embolism," he shifted his weight to the other foot awkwardly.
"Oh," said Mer, "well Lexie is asleep so I'm heading home for the night. I'm picking up Molly and Laura from the bus terminal in the morning."
"I was just going to drop off a Get Well Soon card from some of the staff," the lie slipped off his tongue smoothly.
"Well just don't wake her up," Meredith said, " 'Night Jackson." She went down the hall to the elevator and it binged open. Within moments she was out of sight.
Avery kept going down the hallway and opened Lexie's door slowly. She was fast asleep, just like Meredith said. He observed her for a moment. Already she was starting to look better...healthier. She was still broken for lack of a better word, but she was healing. He took the still warm seat beside her bed and sat silently for awhile.
Finally he spoke. "You're safe now, he can't hurt you anymore," he said. It came out little more than a whisper. "I still love you, you know...and him too. I mean, obviously not in the same way. But he's my mentor and he's taken the time to teach me. I just care about him, okay? God that sounds so...gay."
Thankful for her lack of consciousness, he continued, "He was going to do it. You should have seen how he was screaming. Derek wouldn't have been able to watch him forever," Jackson said somberly, "You need him more than you need me. And I need my teacher too. He was too emotional, he would have gotten caught."
He sighed. A huge weight had been lifted off his chest. After another few minutes of silence Jackson whispered goodnight to Lexie and left the hospital.
As she heard the door close Lexie's eyes shot open in horror. Holy crap, she thought. Initially she faked sleeping so Meredith would go home and get some rest in her own bed, but when the door opened she assumed her sister had forgotten something. The few minutes of silence had been torture, she was half convinced Wyatt was back from the dead and still out to get her. It wasn't until he spoke that she realized it was Jackson.
Lexie wished she had really been asleep. He spilled not one, but two life altering confessions and she wasn't sure which one freaked her out more. On one hand she was up to her ears in emotional drama and having another man confessing his love for her was the last thing she need. Lexie was sure Alex was going to pop through the door next and do something ridiculous like propose.
Of course his second confession wasn't any better. She shuddered. Jackson Avery never struck her as a murderer. The worst part was that he killed for her. Well, her and Mark.
Her life was quickly spinning even more out of control, but at that moment, Lexie Grey decided she would take that secret to her grave. Jim Wyatt deserved exactly what he got and she wasn't a bit sorry he met his end.
Hm, oh so many revelations! Please review and tell me what you think of Sasha! Oh and your reaction to Jackson murdering Wyatt. Kind of a huge thing.
