Innocence

Chapter 14

It's All Messed Up

Quickly leaving the office Kalika opened the door to find Mouse being held with his forearms behind his back, his square glasses hanging around his neck. His face was more then beet red, it looked red hot. His hair was plastered to his forehead with the sweat that drenched it.

"Please tell me you didn't run all the way from your loft in Missouri?" she asked him with her hands on her hip.

"You know this man?" the man holding him asked, eye-balling Mouse.

Kalika nodded, "Yes his is my research specialist. Could you please not break his arms, he's going to need them.

The man holding Mouse released him, but pulled out a manila folder, "He had this on him said it was a matter of life and death." He held it out to Kalika and she took it tucking it under her arm and taking Mouse by his. "Thanks," she told the man as she ushered Mouse into the Doctors office.

Kalika tossed the folder on Frasier's desk. "HEY!" Mouse was really quick to pick the file up off the desk. "I went through a lot of crap to get this. You could at least ask me what it is."

"Sorry Mouse, what is it?"

Mouse took a seat behind Frasier's desk, "You all might want to make yourself comfortable." He opened the file, and then waited for the other four to take a seat.

"So I did what Kalika asked me to," he held up his hand before either Dean or Sam could ask. "She asked me to look into the paper work regarding Rai's death."

Dean glanced over at Kalika, who refused to look Dean in the face, and glared at her. "Dean," Mouse called over to him, "don't be giving Kali the evil eye, alright. It's a good thing she did. I… well let's just say managed to get her file from McDavis Hospital. You got to love their computer filing matrix. You know you would think between the fire walls, encryption codes and the always changing algorithms your medical file would…"

"Mouse!" Kalika snapped, trying to get him back on topic.

"Oh right sorry. So I get the file and I'm sorry but I can't make heads or tails of it. My language is computer, not medical. So I take it to a doctor friend of mine."

Sam snickered behind his hand, "What's so funny?" Mouse asked.

Sam shook his head, "Nothing, it's just amusing to me that a geek like you probable knows the Klingon language and a little thing like medical talk confuses you."

"Hey," Mouse told him looking very serious, "I don't know the Klingon language." He paused as he looked down at the file in front of him, "I know Elvish."

Kalika chuckled at that, but Dean found nothing funny about it. "You going to be getting to a part that isn't going to have me yawning anytime soon?"

"Yea sorry," Mouse told him completely ignoring Dean's tone. "So I passed the file off to Mickey for him to take a look at it."

This time Dean interrupts, "Okay wait a minute. Your name is Mouse, and your friends name is Mickey."

Mouse sighs, "Yes, now if you don't mind."

Dean gave Kalika and Sam a look, like he is really trying to hold his next statement in, but come on its Dean, "Please tell me you don't have a friend named Pluto?"

There were small giggles around the room as Mouse hung his head and sighed. He then looks up as if he has just thought of something, "You know something, I don't know a Pluto, but I do know a Donald. Can I continue?" Dean waves his hand, still smiling. "So Mickey looks at the file and right off the bat he notices something wrong."

Mouse flipped to a marked page that had a few passages highlighted, "Mickey, highlighted them," he pointed to neat writing in the margin, "and then wrote what's wrong with it." He pointed to the first highlighted passage, "This isn't right. A first year med student knows that's not how you treat a hemorrhage." He looked up at Dean and Kalika, "If the doctor gave this medication to your sister, it would have decreased her bleeding, but it would have slowed her heart rate." He returned to reading and soon pointed to another highlight portion, "A good doctor isn't going to dismiss three of the nurse's assisting him, that's irresponsible. And no where in here does it say her heart stopped, or that they performed CPR or did anything to resuscitate her." Mouse looked up at Sam, "Who the hell was the doctor?"

Dean answered for him, "Doctor David Passes."

Kalika stood up, walked over to Mouse and patted him on the shoulder. "I called you last night and not only did you get all this information but you get someone to look at it and tell us what it might mean. Great Job Mouse!"

Sam agreed with her, but Dean wasn't so quick to praise him, "None of this proves anything. Are you guys forgetting that we buried a body? We sat beside an open casket and said good-bye to her. She was there, we were there." He took a deep calming breath doing his best not to show how much this topic was getting to him. "God, what more to you guys want. You want to dig her up just to prove to yourselves she is there?"

Sam glanced at Kalika and Kalika looked back to Dean. "No!" He told them forcefully. "Hell No! We are not digging up Railean just to prove that she is still there. You guys are crazy."

Kalika's phone started ringing before the argument could get any more heated. "Moore here." The brothers took a step back. "Alright I'll send him down." She hung up, "That was our security office. They want to know if you want to question Fredrick before they get here and if so you have thirty minutes before they get here."

"Yea," Dean said heading towards the door. "I'm on my way down."

"Dean," Sam stopped him at the door. "We really need to talk about this."

"There's nothing to talk about. That girl isn't Railean and Railean is staying buried. End of story." With that Dean brushed past him and out the door.

Sam stood there for a second, then felt Kalika's hand on his shoulder, "Are you alright Sam?"

He was silent for a second, "You don't need both of us to agree on this right?"

Kalika knew where this was going, "Sam are you sure? You two are finally talking after two years. Is this worth risking your relationship over?"

There was no pause this time, "Do it. I'll sign what ever it is you need me to sign."

She nodded, taking her hand off his shoulder, "I'll get the paper work._

Dean was let into the spare office that hospital security was letting them use. Kalika had left for the motel without a word to him, leaving him the fun task of interrogating Fredrick. And boy did he intend on having fun. It looked as if a desk had been moved out. All that was in the office was a chair and Fredrick, with his hands cuffed behind his back.

"So buddy boy," Dean said as he passed in front of him. "Why were trying to take the girl?"

Fredrick just smiled up at Dean, "Please, I am a professional. You really think you are going to get me to talk? I've crapped scarier things then you."

Grinning Dean paused in front of him, "Well seeing as you are a piece of crap I can believe that. But I'm sure none of those things you crap out were willing to beat the shit out of you. So I won't ask again."

"You can ask all you want Pretty Boy, I'm not talking."

Dean swung his fist, connecting solidly with Fredrick's nose. He watched as Fredrick's feet flew over his head with the momentum of the hit, sending him flat to his back. "I was hoping you would say that." Dean quickly rounded on him again, pinning him to the floor with his boot. "What the hell do you want with that girl?" he asked him.

"You," he spit blood onto the carpet, "and that little bitch can go to hell."

Whatever control Dean had was gone. He grabbed Fredrick by the front of his jacket, pulled him to his feet and slammed him against the wall. "You first." He slugged him in the gut and was rewarded with an audible grunt. Crashing his knee into Fredrick's face Dean let him fall back to the floor with a shove.

Fredrick looked up at Dean still grinning, "Yea, guess it takes a real man to beat someone with his hands cuffed behind his back."

Dean promptly kicked him in the face, "A man who drugs helpless girls deserves it." He immediately hauled Fredrick back to his feet when the office door opened and Reid stepped through.

"Dean if you're done pounding his face in," Reid held the door opened for Dean leaving no doubt that he wanted Dean to follow him out.

"Yea Deany, better do what the boss says."

Dean looked back at Reid and Reid shrugged his shoulders. "Fine one more hit, but make it count," he told him as he walked out that door.

A few moments later Dean walked out of the office wiping off his hands. He glanced at Reid but didn't say anything till the door was closed. "Why'd you pull me out of there?"

"Because beating a man till his jaw is broken isn't going to get us the answers we want and need. Besides we have a better way of getting that kind of information. We're moving him to our regional office here in Ellington. Once there Kalika can question him without beating him."

Dean was incredible disappointed, he had been looking forward to reliving a little of his pent up frustration and anger and Fredrick had been a perfect target. He glanced back at the now closed door, "It may be easier to do it that way but it's funnier my way."

Reid chuckled at him, "You are right. It is funnier but less affective."