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Firstly THIS IS NOT THE LAST CHAPTER lol...I have done a Harry Potter, in that this last chapter ended up being so big, I felt I had to split it in two. So the final part will actually be posted a week today (Wednesday 8th December). Sorry, but maybe some of you will be happy, as you get an extra chapter.
Hi thanks to HonoraryDAMember, January Raines, Madison xxx, Neon Jack, becca85 and bizziebloom13 for your wonderful reviews. They make me sooooooo happy. To HonoraryDAMember, well I occasionally like dropping bombs lol, so glad you enjoyed it, hope you like this one. To January Raines, I'm happy I surprised you, I hope you enjoy this too. To Madison, thanks and as I said you now get another chapter after this one too lol, enjoy. To Neon Jack, thanks and it seems the twist here is I had to split it lol, hope you like this one. To Becca, work always comes first lol. We will have to wait and see what happens. As for writing more stories with this idea I am currently writing a story I hope maybe to publish around this idea so we will see. I hope you can wait just a little longer for the end, hope you like this one. To Bizziebloom, you get an extra chapter lol, hope you enjoy this.
Now I have no excuse for how long this took me to write, except that this chapter was huge and I had to reword sections. I hope that you all enjoy it, I have done my best to make stuff clear and research other bits. So forgive me for taking so long...
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Chapter thirty-five-The Men in Suits
I opened my eyes, or at least I think I did. The scene that lay before me, however, appeared to be a little odd. I was looking down onto a beach, a pebble beach. My memory seemed uncertain, but the beach was familiar. It was then I saw myself lying there, and the oddest sensation rushed through me. I wanted a closer look, and somehow I managed to zoom in, so to speak. It was like I was watching a TV show starring myself, or maybe one of those out-of-body experiences. I now heard sounds of someone approaching, and I watched slightly confused. A guy and a girl were coming up the beach, and my mind instantly knew who they were.
Jimmy was lent heavily on Abby. He limped awkwardly, his right leg seeming to cause him great pain.
"Are you sure she came up here?" he asked, anxiously.
"Well, she passed me, so I assume she did," replied Abby, glancing around.
They reached the top, and looked around. It was Jimmy, who spotted me.
"Rebecca!" he said, staring in horror.
He broke free of Abby, and stumbled over the log, as his right ankle wouldn't take his weight. He crawled to me, coming to what was my left side. He checked to for a pulse and when he couldn't find one, he began CPR. Abby just stared in shock, she sank onto the log. In her hands, I could now see a note. It was the piece of paper I had handed to her, as I had taken hold of her hand. It said on it: 'Abby (read when you don't know what to do)'.
"Come on, your not leaving me now," he said, performing compressions. "You can't die on me,"
He then gave me mouth to mouth, and continued back and forth between them. Abby pocketed the note for the moment, tears started to run down her cheeks.
"Rebecca, come back to me, don't give up, please," he said, fear in his voice. "Breath, damn you!"
Abby just didn't know what to do. Jimmy was getting desperate.
"Please, please, I need you," he said, his voice catching in his throat. "I need to tell you I'm sorry, I need you to tell me its okay,"
Jimmy's strength was ebbing, he was getting out of breath.
"Abby, please help me," he said, emotion in his voice. "I can't do it,"
She now eased him aside and began resuscitation herself. The minutes ticked by and she couldn't get a response. I watched as she stopped and just sat there.
"No, Abby, why are you stopping? You have to keep going," said Jimmy, desperately. "She can't die,"
"She's gone, Jimmy," said Abby quietly. "I'm sorry,"
"No, no," he cried, tears flowing down his cheeks. "Rebecca, please,"
He pushed Abby out the way and continued desperately, she watched him sadly and got up. She returned to the log and pulled out the note, unfolding it. Abby started to read the letter.
Dear Abby,
Well here we are, at the end of all the horror. You have survived, congratulations…okay I know, that was a bit cheesy. So I have written this, like I have written all the others, it is here to help you while I am unable to do so. Now as long as everything has gone according to plan, then this note should be correct. So the first thing you need to know is, I'm not coming back with you guys. Rules are rules and if I do, then it will destroy all that I have done, so I will be following after you. There'll be an hour at most between us. Now, what you need to do at this moment, is go back to the boathouse Trish found and radio the Coast Guard. Get yourself and Jimmy off Harpers, and back to Seattle. Someone will meet you there. Just get Jimmy away from here. So go, now, do it! Stop reading this for now. If you want, read some more once you're on you way back in the boat. Get to it!
She smiled sadly and did as she was told, folding the note up and putting it in her pocket. Jimmy's strength had gone, forcing him to stop and so he now sat by my body, sobbing.
"Jimmy, we gotta go," she said, slowly. "I'm sorry, but there's nothing more we can do for her,"
"We can't just leave her, not after…not after…" he tried, but couldn't finish the sentence.
"Jimmy, it's what she would want, she'd want us to get to safety," said Abby, trying her best.
"I know, its how she is…was," he said, holding back a sob, then he looked up at her. "Just give me a minute, please Abby,"
Abby nodded and moved away. Jimmy looked at my body again, he moved a wayward strand of hair from my face and then took hold of my left hand.
"I know it's too late, but I'm really sorry. I just wish you could have known I never meant what I said," he started, slowly. "Any of it…I'm just really, really sorry…"
He paused again as sadness washed over him. He moved his face closer my hand, resting his head on it. He then moved it and kissed it gently. He was about to let go when his fingers brushed something concealed in my palm. I have to say, it reminded me of Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. He pulled it out, to find it was a note. On the front was written: 'Jimmy (Do not open until later, or at least get off Harper's Island first)'. He sighed sadly and pocketed it. He now tried to regain his composure, as he called Abby to come back. With one last look at my body lying there, the two headed off in the direction of the boat house.
It was a slow and arduous trek. Abby struggled with Jimmy's weight, as now the adrenaline in her system started to wear off. Jimmy's supply seemed to have gone, as he lent pretty heavily against her. I followed, I'm not sure how exactly, I kinda just did. The thing was, I had no idea whether I was dead or not. Technically, I couldn't be, because as far as I could remember, I hadn't been hit in the death spot. Nor had I received a death warning, so my current condition was a mystery for me. The other problem was that, I couldn't remember stuff. The case was the clearest thing, I could remember everything about it, but everything beyond that was seemingly gone. It was unclear and patchy.
They finally reached the boat house and entered. I did manage the whole Ghostbusters thing, when the door shut in my face, and I just sorta walked through it. Abby deposited Jimmy, in the chair Sully had originally sat in. She now picked up the mouth piece, and tried to contact someone.
"Hello? Can anyone hear me?" she started, seeming unsure what to say. "This is Abby Mills on Harper's Island, is anyone there?"
Static ensued, so taking a breath she tried again. Jimmy just sat, staring at the floor. He hadn't spoken a word since the last thing he said to me. He had been silent, apart from the occasional groans of pain. I think Abby had noticed the fact he wasn't speaking, but she hadn't pushed it.
"Please, Coast Guard, anyone, come in please," she said, desperation stating to surface.
"This is U.S. Coast Guard, Port of Seattle," replied a man, finally. "Person in distress, give us your location. Over,"
"This is Abby Mills and Jimmy Mance calling from Harper's Island, we need help," said Abby, relief at finally reaching someone, in her voice.
"Could you please repeat your location, over" said the man on the radio.
"We're on Harper's Island, we have no way of getting off," said Abby.
"Did you say Harper's Island?" said the man on the radio.
"Yes, over," replied Abby, unsure why the man seemed confused.
"How did you get on the island? Did your boat sink?" the man now questioned.
"No, we were part of the Wellington/Dunn wedding party…" she started, slowly, but had to pause. "We're what's left of it,"
"So let me get this straight, you are saying your survivors of the mass murder spree, and you're still on Harper's Island? Over," he said, slowly.
"Yes, that's correct, over," replied Abby.
"Ma'am, FBI agents scoured that island…" started the man, slight doubt in his voice.
"Well, they didn't do a good job then, cause we're here!" snapped Abby. "We've been held hostage by the second killer…Henry Dunn,"
I could see it hurt her to say it, and Jimmy seemed to sense this too, as he looked up at her.
"Okay, calm down Abby," replied the man, calmly. "We have had some prank calls from the press, and so we have to check stuff,"
"Well this is no prank!" she snapped, tiredness and frustration causing her anger to rise. "Henry Dunn is dead and we need help,"
"Just give me a few minutes Abby, and I will get back to you," said the man, slowly.
Abby put down the receiver and sighed. I knew she was angry and thoughts were whirling in her mind. Jimmy had gone back to staring, and Abby's focus now moved to him. She placed a hand gently on his shoulder and squeezed it, he barely reacted.
"This is San Juan Sector 324, come in Harper's Island," said the man, now.
"Go ahead Coast Guard, over" said Abby, as she swiftly picked up the mouth piece again.
"I have here a list, of people who were on the island at the time," replied the man. "Can you please repeat your names? Over,"
"Abby Mills and Jimmy Mance," listed Abby.
"Rodger that, Abby, just give me one second," said the dispatcher. "Right, I have found your names, we are going to dispatch a boat to come and pick you up,"
"So you believe us now?" said Abby, slight annoyance in her tone.
"We have yet to release names," replied the dispatcher, simply.
"Oh, so how long will it take?" she asked, desperate to get off the island.
"We are sending the nearest boat, so about forty minutes, over" he said, calmly.
"Where do we meet you?" she asked, now, trying to keep calm.
"Can you make it to the marina?" he questioned.
"Yes, we should be able to," replied Abby, glancing at Jimmy.
"Rodger that, Abby," answered the man.
Abby now put down the mouth piece and went to Jimmy. She knelt in front of him, and gently raised his head, so she could look in his eyes.
"We need to get to the marina," she said, softly.
Jimmy just looked at her.
"We need to go now, so I'm gonna help you up," she said, peering at him. "You ready?"
Jimmy nodded slowly, and she helped him to his feet. They headed out and set off for the marina. We moved slowly through the woods, I could see both were tiring, but they kept going. Finally, up ahead, I could see where the trees thinned and the houses started. They stumbled through town, trying to ignore the masses of yellow crime scene tape. I looked at the tape that was blocking the entrance to Brent's house, memories of the event floating though my mind. As they reached The Cannery however, Jimmy pulled against Abby's forward progress. They stopped and stood staring at it, they both seemed close to tears. Finally they moved on, heading for the docks.
They ended up waiting about twenty minutes, before we spotted the coast guard boat. It must have been close to five pm, as the sun was starting to go down. I must say, the two men in the boat did seem quite shocked to actually find anyone there. Once they had them in the boat, they wrapped two thick grey blankets round them and the boat set off. I knew the last live scene of the show, happened once they were slightly further out into the open ocean. I still followed, floating over the ocean. I was impressed at the fact I could keep up with the boat, though I found I had to focus to do it. When the scene finally started, I knew it didn't matter whether I was in scene of not, as nobody could see me.
Jimmy and Abby were sat in the boat, as the scene came it showed Abby glancing back at the island knowing she would never see it again. Jimmy sat on her left, for the viewers it was the right hand side of the screen. He was just staring, a sombre expression on his face. He swallowed, as if he was shoving his thoughts to the back of his mind, and he turned to Abby. She turned more to him, as if they were about to kiss, but their position wasn't great. She moved a bit more, and he cupped her face now and kissed her passionately. He kissed her several times more, before she cuddled close to his chest and they wrapped the blankets tighter round each other. He held her in his arms, as the boat headed for Seattle in the light of the setting sun.
The scene was ended, I knew it now cut to the individual videos taken at the start of the wedding week, before they had even set off. They were all of the last few people, apart from Booth, and they always seemed to bring me to tears, every time I watched them. Yet for me now, it was not over. Now there were no more scenes, I was free to do what I wanted, or I would've been, if I hadn't been in the state I currently was. I could now see the exhaustion, that Abby and Jimmy were feeling, come through. Even with the cold wind and the whip of sea spray, Abby managed to fall asleep against Jimmy. Jimmy soon after Abby, was resting his head on hers, dead to the world too.
The trip took just under an hour and ten minutes. As we came in, the light was fading and the lights of Seattle greeted us. We pulled up to a quiet dock, it had to have been near the original one The Tarapunga set off from. At least the press were not there to greet us, that I think would have been a bit too much for Abby and Jimmy to handle right now. There was however, two men in dark suits, who stood further up the docks, watching our approach. As one of the Coast Guards got out and tied the boat up, his colleague went to the back of the boat.
"Sir, Ma'am, we're here," he called, softly. "Sir?"
He shook Jimmy gently, but Jimmy still jolted awake.
"It's okay Sir," said the man, kindly. "I'm only telling you we're here,"
Jimmy nodded.
"Abby?" he said, softly. "Wake up, Abby,"
She came round slowly and looked at him sleepily.
"Oh, are we in Seattle?" she asked, slowly.
"Yes, Ma'am," replied the man.
The other Coast Guard got back on now, to help the two of them off. Jimmy was harder then Abby, but they managed. They moved slowly up the dock and as they did, the two men in suits came down to meet them.
"Miss Mills, Mr Mance," said one of the men in suits, nodding to each of them in turn.
He was about six foot one, and broad shouldered. He had dark floppy blond hair and blue eyes, in fact he was pretty good looking. He seemed sorta familiar to me, but then again, he reminded me of a character off Bones, and I knew it wasn't him.
"FBI, I'm Agent Gillan and this is my partner Agent Glover," he said, showing his badge.
His partner now came forward, showing his badge too. His partner was only slightly shorter, and of a slimmer build. He had dark skin, and dark brown eyes. He was however, not familiar in the slightest to me. The one thing that did make me think however, was their names, something about them seemed…unusual, but I couldn't put my finger on it.
"Right, we will leave you in the capable hands of the FBI, is that okay?" asked one of the Coast Guards.
Abby and Jimmy nodded, and allowed themselves to be led away by the two Agents. It was as they were heading up, that Abby happened to glance off to her left. What she saw there, caused her to stop dead in her tracks. She stared, at the man, who was stood off the docks, at the edge of the car park. He had spotted her too, and had given her one of his signature grins. When she wouldn't walk forward, Jimmy and the Agents turned to her.
"Miss Mills?" questioned Gillan, giving her a look. "What's wrong Miss Mills?"
"Abby?" said Jimmy, softly.
She glanced at him, her eyes shining with tears.
"I think I'm going mad," she whispered, to Jimmy. "I…I'm seeing dead people…"
"What? No Abby, you're not mad," said Jimmy, sadly. "Who is it you see?"
"Sully," she whispered. "He's stood further up to the left, at the edge of the carpark,"
Jimmy sighed, worried about Abby. He looked up in the direction she'd said, and his worry grew when he saw no one there.
"It's okay, Abby," he said, now looking back at her. "Come on, lets go,"
They continued up the docks again. I had zoomed out, so to speak, which allowed me to get an aerial view of the scene. What Abby and Jimmy didn't know, was the reason Sully wasn't there when Jimmy looked, was because he'd gone back the way he'd come, slightly, to ensure the others were definitely behind him. This was why, when they were only slightly further up the docks and Jimmy happened to glance that way, he, like Abby, also stopped dead.
"Mr Mance?" queried Glover. "What is it now?"
"Jimmy?" said Abby, staring at his shocked look.
"I think we're both going mad," he whispered. "Cause I'm seeing the dead too,"
"Where?" she asked, peering at him.
"The same place, only now, there's two of them," he said, quietly.
When Abby looked though, she saw them too. Both Sully and Danny were stood there, watching them. Abby's and Jimmy's expressions got worse; as now Trish, Shane, Charlie, Nikki, Kelly and Beth all joined Sully and Danny.
"Miss Mills, Mr Mance?" called Gillan, now stepping back towards them.
"Is everything alright?" asked Glover, joining his partner.
The two Agents blocked Abby's and Jimmy's view, forcing both of them to look at the two men. Gillan glanced over his shoulder, at what they had been looking at and sighed, as he turned back. Placing a hand on Jimmy's shoulder, he spoke again.
"Are you alright? I think we need to get you to hospital," he said, slowly. "It's alright, nothing is there,"
His partner had also placed a comforting hand on Abby's shoulder.
"As my partner says Miss Mills, everything's gonna be alright," said Glover, his voice soothing and calm. "You need to get checked out, and have a goodnight's sleep,"
Abby, looked at him, she had an odd expression on her face, Jimmy seemed to have the same expression. The Agents encouraged them to continue, but they still glanced over at the spot where the others stood.
"I could have sworn I saw them, all of them, standing there," she whispered, to Jimmy quietly.
"Yeah, me too, it must be because were so tired," he reasoned, slowly.
I did a double take upon hearing what they had just said. For some reason, they seemed unable to see the fact that, the others were all still blatantly standing there. It was almost as if someone had put an invisible barrier there, so they couldn't see them. It was very odd. The Agents took Abby and Jimmy to their black Mercedes, that was parked at the top of the docks, in the car park area. After getting both of them in, Gillan pulled his partner aside.
"Glover, just wait with them in the car," he ordered, quietly. "I'll be a few minutes,"
"Okay, but don't be too long," replied Glover, also quietly, glancing at the two in the back.
Gillan nodded and left. I found however much I wished to follow Gillan, I couldn't seem to and so, I stayed with the others. Glover got in the passenger seat, as it was an American vehicle, that was on the right hand side of the car. He glanced at Abby and Jimmy in the rear view mirror. I got in the car too, and sorta sat down, somehow. After five minutes, Gillan reappeared and got in the driver's seat.
"Okay, so how are you two holding up?" he asked, swinging round in the seat.
"Fine," said Abby quietly, Jimmy nodded.
"Okay, we'll get going then," replied Gillan, now starting the car.
We drove through the streets, I kinda zoned out which route we went. Abby and Jimmy however tired they were, just sat there staring into space too.
"We're almost there guys," said Gillan, stirring us all from our thoughts.
I glanced out the car, seeing a street sign that read 'Meridian Avenue N'. We then turned left into 'N 115th Street' and right into the emergency entrance, for the 'Northwest Hospital and Medical Center'. I smiled at the American spelling of centre. Once we'd parked, the two Agents got them both out. I followed silently, and as we entered the bustling hospital, I glanced around. I was trying to spot the differences, between American and British hospitals. It didn't take long for a doctor to spot the two FBI Agents, followed by the state of Abby and Jimmy.
"Can I help you, Sir?" asked the doctor, coming over.
"FBI, I'm Agent Gillan and this is my partner Agent Glover," announced Gillan, importantly. "We have here the last two survivors of the Harper's Island killings, they need to be checked over,"
"I understand Agent Gillan, I'm Doctor Granger," said Dr Granger, calmly, then he swung round and announced loudly. "I need two gurneys and two free treatment rooms, now!"
We were swarmed upon. Nurses started rushing about, and soon two gurneys appeared. Getting Abby on one was easy, but Jimmy was much harder. They began to rush them off and Gillan spotted the sudden change in their expressions, as they seemed to be about to be separated.
"Dr Granger, can they not be kept together?" called Gillan, stopping the doctor. "They have been through a lot of stress, and it will only stress them more if you separate them,"
"We need them to keep calm and so, like my partner says, can they not be kept together?" added Glover.
The doctor looked between them, and then nodded.
"Get me two treatment rooms next to each other," order Dr Granger, now.
Jimmy and Abby looked grateful. Gillan nodded to them both, and the two Agents went to where they had to wait. I now had an advantage, since no one could see me, no one could stop me going with them. Dr Granger seemed to be in charge of Jimmy, while another doctor by the name of Dr Hall, was taking care of Abby. I watched as they began, now came the barrage of questions.
"First of all, I'm going to give you morphine to ease the pain, okay Mr Mance?" started Dr Granger. "Have you had morphine before?"
"No I haven't," replied Jimmy, groaning as he shifted a little too much. "But I'll take it,"
Dr Granger gave Jimmy the morphine, in small doses, asking each time how he felt after. Once Jimmy was more comfortable, his doctor began the rest of the examination.
"Ok, Mr Mance, can you tell me where it hurts?" asked Dr Granger, kindly.
"Honestly? Everywhere," he replied, slowly. "Mostly the whole of my right side, my right ankle and the left side of my chest,"
"Okay, so if I do this," started Dr Granger, pressing lightly on his left ribs.
Jimmy winced, sucking in air.
"Okay, I need to check some other things too," the doctor, continued.
He checked everything, I hated to see him causing Jimmy pain. I knew he needed to know what was wrong, but it still made me feel angry. Abby's doctor was the same.
"Can you tell me how long you were out for?" asked Dr Hall, she was peering at Abby. "Do you know what day of the week it is?"
I knew these questions well, I had collapsed once and hit my head. They were classic concussion questions. Abby seemed unsure, I knew she felt like one day had run into the next. I was fascinated I could hear what she was thinking.
"Tuesday, or Wednesday?" she started, emotion rising in her again. "I'm not sure, how long I was out for, I think it was Monday possibly that I…"
She was shaking, and I just wanted to comfort her.
"That you were knocked unconscious?" asked her doctor, putting a hand on her shoulder. "That's when the original, last reported survivors came in,"
"Shea and Madison?" asked Abby, though the tears.
"Yes, Mrs Allen and Miss Allen," replied Dr Hall.
"Yes, then it was Monday," answered Abby, slowly.
I watched as the treatment continued, Dr Granger had discerned that Jimmy had possible cracked ribs on his left side, that his right ankle could be fractured, but an x-ray would be needed. Bruising was what was causing most of the pain in his right side, but what confused the doctor, was his two injuries to his shoulders.
"Mr Mance, did you get shot?" he asked, carefully. "Cause there is evidence of it, but it's like someone has removed the buckshot,"
Jimmy didn't say a word, a deep lingering sadness in his heart.
"Mr Mance?" questioned the doctor.
"Sort of," he said, finally. "My friend…She removed it at the time,"
"Well, she did a good job," said Dr Granger, I felt proud. "Now my other question, is about your other shoulder, I assume you dislocated it?"
"Yes," he said, simply.
"Well, it looks like it was put in twice, first time, not perfect," said Dr Granger, slowly. "The second time better, I assume your friend did this too?"
"I think she did it first time, maybe, the second was done by a doctor…" started Jimmy, but he couldn't finish it.
"Really, because, well…it just looks like the same person did it both times," said his doctor, slowly.
Jimmy stared at him.
"How can you know that?" asked Jimmy, pain in his eyes.
"Let's just say experience, but if you say someone else did it, then I guess I'm wrong," said Dr Granger, with a small smile.
I felt so awkward then, it had been me both times. Even though I had been Cal and I had let him mostly do it, his medical knowledge guiding me, he had been stressed about Chloe. Maybe it had been more me then him, but at the time I had only thought at least it's in properly now.
"Is there something wrong with it?" asked Jimmy, he sounded in pain and upset.
"No, in fact it's in fine, it was just an observation," replied Dr Granger.
Once they had finished assessing, Dr Granger informed Abby, that Jimmy was going up to x-ray and that she was not to worry about it. She had then given him an instant worried look, so Granger had let Jimmy tell her instead. They then wheeled him away, I didn't know who to stay with. Yet one look at Abby's face answered it. Even though she couldn't see me, I wanted to try and offer her something. So I sat with her and we waited. She lay there on her right side, on the gurney, just staring blankly. She was blaming herself for Jimmy's condition. I wanted to tell her it wasn't her fault, how could she ever have known what Henry would do. I got so carried away, that without thinking, I placed what was the equivalent to my hand on her shoulder. What was stranger though, was the fact her expression changed. Suddenly she was reaching up and touching her shoulder. She glanced around and for a moment, I thought she could see me, as she actually looked right at me. Then as quickly as the moment had come, it was gone and it seemed she could no longer feel my presence.
When Jimmy finally came back, he was a lot sleepier then when he had left. An effect the morphine had, on those who were not used to taking it. His doctor informed Abby, that Jimmy had in fact fractured his ankle, but he was lucky he hadn't properly broken it. As for his cracked ribs, there wasn't much they could do except give him stuff for the pain. Abby looked worried, but the doctor assured her that he would be fine. He then disappeared off, I assume to inform the two Agents.
"So, how are you feeling?" she asked, slowly.
She had now taken up the chair next Jimmy' gurney in his cubicle, her doctor having given her permission to do so.
"Groggy," he murmured, his right hand searching for hers. "But, I'm fine, really, just need some sleep, something to eat and drink.
"I'm sorry for everything that's happened," she said, sadly.
"No, Abby, it wasn't your fault," he said, forcing himself to wake up a bit. "He had lost it, do not blame yourself for his actions,"
She looked sadly at him, tears in her eyes.
"I wish, I'd never accepted that wedding invite, then everyone would have lived," she said, now. "How can I not blame myself?"
"Abby, you can't know that," said Jimmy, softly. "He probably still would have killed everyone, whether you'd come or not,"
She sniffed and looked at him, the look on her face saying 'you're probably right'. He put a comforting hand on her shoulder, causing her to pause. She had a strange expression on her face.
"What's wrong?" he asked, spotting her expression.
"Earlier, when you went for an x-ray, I was sat here all alone and well…" she started, and then paused, not sure if she wanted to tell him this. "I could have sworn, I felt someone put their hand on my shoulder,"
He looked at her, not following her exactly.
"There was no one there, I reached up to my shoulder, but there was nothing," she explained, calmly. "Just a feeling, and well, I don't know why, but my mind just went instantly to…Rebecca,"
Jimmy took a breath, I thought I saw a flash of pain in his eyes.
"Maybe, it was just the tiredness catching up with you," he suggested, carefully.
"You think I'm going a little crazy don't you?" she said, looking at him.
"Of course I don't, it's just she's dead and…" he started, but couldn't finish.
"Ghosts don't exist?" said Abby, finishing his sentence.
He just looked again at her. They then stayed silent for a while, both lost in their own thoughts. Jimmy reregistered his surroundings when he heard voices, coming along the corridor outside his cubical. It was Gillan talking to Dr Granger.
"So are they good to come with us then?" asked Gillan, seriously.
"Well, I would like to keep them in for observation," replied Dr Granger.
"If they are able to leave, then they need to come with us tonight," informed Gillan, obviously not wanting to stay here for long.
Jimmy glanced now at Abby, she had seemed to have dozed off when he wasn't looking.
"I don't think, they will be able to answer many of your questions," said Dr Granger, trying to keep calm. "They need rest and recuperation,"
"We are not planning to question them, but we need to take them to somewhere safer," he explained,, now. "You know how the press can be,"
"Well, technically, as I can't really make them stay here, then I suppose I have no choice," conceded Dr Granger. "But, they need to be kept an eye on, if they appear to get worse, then they should be brought back,"
"I understand, now how long will it take to put a cast on Mr Mance's leg?" answered Gillan. "Will he get crutches?"
"About an hour at most, and yes he will get crutches," explained Dr Granger. "He will need to take it easy on them though,"
"So, we can leave about twenty to eight?" asked Gillan, he seemed in a bit of a hurry.
"Yes, I don't see why not," replied Dr Granger, who seemed exasperated at the Agent.
Jimmy sighed; he didn't understand what was going on. He was tired and however much he wanted to sleep, he still felt protective of Abby. I looked at him, but now turned my attention to Dr Granger, as he drew back the curtain and came in. Abby jolted awake, Dr Granger gave her a nod of greeting.
"Miss Mills. Now, Mr Mance, we're going to take you to have a cast put on," explained Dr Granger. "We will also give you a sling for the shoulder you dislocated. It should be worn when you are not using the crutches, i.e. when you are at rest"
"Okay," answered Jimmy, sleepily.
"Then afterwards, you are both free to go with Agent Gillan and his partner," continued Dr Granger. "But, you must take it easy. And I mean both of you,"
"I thought we would be staying here," whispered Abby, to Jimmy.
"Apparently not, it seems Agent Gillan wants to get out of here as soon as possible," whispered Jimmy, back. "And he's taking us with him,"
Abby gave him a look, but said nothing more.
They were taken now to another room, where Jimmy was to have his cast on. Once Jimmy was sorted, the four of them left the hospital. It was dark outside, except for the lights of the city. Jimmy made slow progress; as he struggled to use the crutches. It wasn't that he found it difficult, but more due to the fact he was exhausted and weak. Once back in the Mercedes, Gillan now drove them off to the place they were staying. Both Abby and Jimmy were unsure where they were been taken. This worry, stopped them from sleeping in the back of the car. Both instead glanced out the windows, looking for any remotely familiar landmarks.
"So, where are you taking us?" asked Jimmy, finally, he could stand it no longer.
"Just to a hotel where the press won't harass you," replied Glover, turning in his seat. "There's no need to be alarmed,"
"It's near the quieter end of the docks," added Gillan, glancing at the two in the mirror. "You'll be quite safe there,"
Finally, the Mercedes pulled into The Black Swan's car park. Abby and Jimmy got their first look at the hotel. It wasn't exactly what they had been expecting.
"Here we are," said Gillan, helping them out.
"It's not very modern," commented Abby, staring at the old building.
"Gillan, what did you say she called it?" asked Glover, looking at his partner.
"Oh, quaint, she said it was quaint," replied Gillan, with a smile.
Abby and Jimmy glanced at each other, unsure as to who they were referring to. I looked at the building, I would agree with the said person, I too had thought The Black Swan was quaint. As they headed in, the two Agents continued to chat amongst themselves.
"Did you call her and tell her we'd be late?" asked Glover, quietly.
"Yeah, I phoned her, but I got voice mail, so I left her a message," replied Gillan, in the same hushed tone. "It was unusual,"
"Well, she'll be mad if she didn't get it and we're late for her big entrance," said Glover, seriously.
"Nah, she ain't like that, she'll forgive us," said Gillan, smiling at his partner. "She'll understand. After all, it did take longer then we expected, and plus, you're new to this anyway."
"I hope your right, man," said Glover, almost the hint of nerves in his voice. "Cause I don't want to be at the end of an angry…"
He paused realising Abby and Jimmy seemed to be listening to their conversation.
"Well, you know what I mean," he finished.
Gillan nodded. They approached the front desk and a woman appeared to greet them.
"Good evening, and what can I do for you two lovely gentlemen?" she asked, kindly. "Oh and you two as well,"
"We're checking in Miss Abby Mills and Mr Jimmy Mance," said Gillan, simply.
I think Abby, Jimmy and I were all wondering why for once they didn't introduce themselves first.
"Ah, yes okay," she replied, checking down a list she had. "Rooms 142 and 143,"
She took the keys off the rack and handed them to the Agents. She then properly noticed the state Jimmy was in.
"Oh, there is a lift if you need to use it, Sweetheart," she told him, now, a smile on her lips. "It is quite slow though, so you'll have to be patient,"
Jimmy nodded his thanks. Gillan turned back to us.
"Right guys, I know you're tired, but before you go up to your rooms, we need you to come this way," announced Gillan, indicating off to his right, or our left.
"No offence, but we're really not up for questioning right now," said Abby, with a glance at Jimmy.
"No questioning, just something you should know," explained Glover, carefully. "It'll only take a few minutes,"
Jimmy conceded, causing Abby to follow suit. They allowed themselves to be guided through to a corridor. Off to one side, was an entrance to a room. Above the door it read, The Oaken Living Room. Abby sighed, as she entered followed by Jimmy, but both stopped suddenly. They stood there, shock all over their faces. The room was a rectangle, yet the doors were situated in the bottom left corner. So the room spread out to the right as you came in. On the left wall, there was a large picture of a sailing ship on the sea. Then in the top left corner stood a small cabinet and above it a cupboard with crystal glasses in it. Along the back wall, there were three windows, which looked out to the sea. The right wall is where a grand fire place was situated, and there was a fire burning there. In the middle of the room were sofas and chairs. Two large green sofas facing each other with a coffee table in the middle, each had its back to either the back or front wall. The chairs started at the end of one sofa and finished at the same end of the other sofa, forming an open-ended test tube with the fireplace at the top of it. The coffee table would have been in the test tube. Finally, the walls were painted jade green, and the curtains were dark red giving a sort of Christmassy feel to the room. The shag pile carpet however, was more of a fawn/cream colour. It wasn't the room it's self, but what was in the room. It wasn't empty.
The people who occupied the room all turned, as Abby and Jimmy entered. It was these people, who caused the two to stop dead. Abby stared as she spotted someone, who caused her voice to catch in her throat. He gave her a warm smile, as he approached.
"Hello, Abby," said Charlie, softly.
"Dad?" said Abby, shock turning to confusion.
Jimmy too was staring, but along with joy he seemed to feel pain. It was at that point, someone he'd seen dead with his own two eyes, pushed his way through the others. He made straight for Jimmy, before Charlie had reached his daughter, and, mindful of Jimmy's leg, just grabbed him into a hug.
"Shane?" gasped Jimmy, hugging him back. "Can't breath, man,"
Shane let go, giving him a slightly embarrassed look, and grinned.
"Well, for once it looks like you ain't such a lucky bastard after all," he said, looking Jimmy up and down.
"But, how?" was all Jimmy managed to say.
Shane shrugged, glancing at the fact that Abby and Charlie were now hugging each other.
"Rebecca," he said, simply.
Abby, looked at Shane, tears steaming down her cheeks. She then broke the hug and looked at her dad.
"Rebecca? I don't understand. What did she have to do with this?" she asked, complete confusion in her tone.
"She saved us all," said Kelly, coming forward. "She took our places, so to speak, what is she JD?"
"A Reaper, body swapper, a shifter, something like that," listed JD.
"I think the one you're looking for, is she's a Death Jumper," said a voice, that made everyone look at the owner.
The two FBI Agents stood in the doorway, watching them all. It was Gillan who had spoken.
"You again?" said Danny, eyeing the two Agents up. "Just who are you?"
"FBI," murmured Abby, slowly. "They're Agents with the FBI,"
"Agents Gillan and Glover," added Jimmy, looking at the two.
"But Sully, I thought you said the FBI knew nothing?" said Shea, getting up from one of the chairs.
"That's what Rebecca said in her letter," replied Sully, he seemed a bit uncertain.
I saw Abby and Jimmy's expressions change, as I assume they both remembered their letters they still had not read or read all of.
"Your names…" started Malcolm, slowly. "I've heard the two together before, Gillan and Glover…"
I stared, I had too, I knew those names, but my brain still yielded blank, blank and oh yes, more blank.
"But when we saw everyone at the docks, you said there was no one there," said Jimmy, confusion on his face. "You lied,"
"But after they told us that, there was no one there," pointed out Abby.
"Well, actually, we created a sort of perception filter," explained Glover, calmly. "In that they were there, but we didn't allow you to see them,"
Everyone in the room, not just Jimmy and Abby, was giving the two men queer and confused looks. There was an uneasy silence.
"I think it's time we came clean," said Gillan, glancing at his partner.
"Yeah, okay, so maybe we're not FBI. That was just a cover," said Glover, with a grin.
"Deep Purple, Ian Gillan and Rodger Glover," said Malcolm, suddenly with a look of pride that he'd remember it. "You used rock aliases?"
"Quite right," replied Gillan, also with a grin.
"So, who are you then?" asked Malcolm, curiously.
"Okay, so my real name is Anderson, Ryan Anderson. This is my partner Jake Philips," explained Ryan. "I'm a friend of Rebecca's, I used to be a Death Jumper and Jake still is,"
The name definitely rang a bell, and I knew he seemed familiar to me, but still my brain registered blank. I still had no idea what was wrong.
"So, Rebecca sent you?" asked Booth, from somewhere in the group.
"Yep, asked me to do her the favour of keeping an eye on you, and sorting stuff while she wasn't able too," continued Ryan, slowly.
"Yeah, we've been checking on you since Monday," added Jake. "We'll be here till you leave now,"
"Why? Is Rebecca not coming?" asked Trish, with a funny look.
I saw Jimmy swallow hard.
"Of coarse she is, we're just here to help her out," said Jake, with a smile.
"I'm surprised she isn't here yet," said Ryan, glancing around the room.
Jimmy groaned and almost fell, but managed to use the wall to stop himself. Abby gave him a worried look.
"Maybe you should sit down, man" said Shane, moving to support his friend.
He maneuvered Jimmy carefully to a chair, and sat him down. Jimmy forced his head, gingerly, between his knees. Everyone was now chatting excitedly among themselves, as well as greeting the newcomers. Which is why, Abby was still been greeted by people, as Jimmy just sat there. She was trying to get to him though. The others were also saying hello to Jimmy, but he barely seemed to notice. Shane was crouched beside his friend.
"You feeling alright?" asked Shane, peering at Jimmy.
"Fine, just a bit sick, and tired," mumbled Jimmy, quietly.
"Well, the others and me are gonna go and meet Rebecca at the docks, will you be okay here?" asked Shane, quietly. "I think Abby and Nikki are gonna stay with you,"
Jimmy said nothing.
"Okay, well let's get going to the docks," announced Ryan. "Be careful though, it's dark and likely to be slippy,"
"Yeah, if any of you fall and damage yourselves, it'll be Ryan who has to deal with Rebecca's wrath!" laughed Jake, giving his partner a playful hit. "It's the advantage of being your new partner!"
Ryan rolled his eyes.
"She won't be there," said Jimmy, simply.
Ryan swung round and Shane looked down at Jimmy. Jimmy now sat staring straight at the fire.
"What?" queried Shane, a funny look on his face.
"She's not coming," he continued, slowly, emotion entering his voice. "She's gone,"
"What are you talking about Jimmy?" asked Sully, something in his voice.
"She's not coming…cause…cause she's gone," he said, his voice starting to break.
"She wouldn't just leave," said Ryan, coming over. "She never leaves a job unfinished,"
"He means she's dead," said Abby, seeing Jimmy was struggling.
"No, she can't be dead, your wrong," said Sully, anger rising in his voice.
"We checked, we tried to save her, but there was nothing we could do," explained Abby, now coming and standing by Jimmy. "She's gone,"
"I've lost her," mumbled Jimmy, sadly. "I couldn't save her,"
"You lost her!" snapped Sully, fury and pain in his voice. "I loved her, and you sit there and say 'you've' lost her!"
Jimmy just sat there, unable to find the words.
"It's all your fault Jimmy!" yelled Sully, tears threatening to fall. "She stayed because she cared about you, she stayed because of you!"
"What are you talking about?" asked Jimmy, slowly getting up, supporting himself on the crutches.
"Rebecca was the one who killed…," said Abby quietly, yet she couldn't say it.
"Yeah, she killed the other killer," said Sully, nodding. "That's what she said in her letter,"
"No, it was you," argued Jimmy, grimacing in pain. "I saw you, it was you, Abby,"
"No, it was Rebecca as Abby," explained Ryan. "She told me she wanted to spare Abby the pain, of having to kill the second killer. To make it easier on you,"
The room murmured with voices, I knew that their thoughts all were about the said killer. They knew it was Henry, but then how could they not. He was, apart from me, the only one who hadn't come back. Yet for some reason, no one would say it. It was as if they thought that if no one said it, then it would magically make me come back, so I could tell them. They believed it was my duty and mine alone, to confirm who the traitor had been.
"Then everything she said was true…" Jimmy murmured, slowly, tears coursing down his cheeks. "And I never got to apologise…"
"What did you do, Jimmy?" snapped Sully, spotting his expression.
Everyone turned to look at him.
"Jimmy?" queried Shane.
Abby was staring at him too, her look questioning him.
Suddenly before anyone realised what was happening, Sully had flung himself at Jimmy. The two men crashed to the floor, Jimmy snarled in pain, but didn't fight back. He seemed to be thinking he deserved this. Sully got one punch in, before he was flung off Jimmy by Shane. He tried again, only to be held back by Danny.
"What did you do, Jimmy!" roared Sully, struggling against Danny's grip.
"Now just hold on a second!" snapped Ryan. "Before we all start persecuting people, let me verify something,"
Everyone turned to Ryan, accept Abby and Shane who were helping Jimmy up.
"Just wait here, and let me get something," continued Ryan, heading for the door.
He disappeared from the room and returned with a laptop. He placed it down on the coffee table. Sully shook Danny off. Danny gave him a look, but Sully didn't try again. My Saves seemed uncertain, as to whether to join him or not, so they all held back, and instead just watched Ryan. I however stood right behind him. Ryan logged into the computer and then opened an application. He started touch typing code into the box that opened, and the screen changed. A message saying 'Welcome Ryan' appeared, and now he spoke to the screen instead.
"I need you to bring up Jumper profile 42463," he said, to it.
The computer beeped and the screen changed. On one side appeared pictures, on the other was a box of data. At the top was a counter, that started racing, searching for the requested numbers. The pictures and data flashed along with it, it reminded me of those police profiling databases. Finally it reached profile number 42463, and I watched as it appeared. Ryan watched the screen, it all seemed normal.
"Show status," said Ryan, calmly.
A new page opened, and a picture of a traffic light appeared. It was a pun by the designer, at the fact we used a traffic light system. Green was good, Amber was injured and Red was deceased. Yet usually if one of us was dead, our profile had a big red diagonal line across it, and next to the picture it would say the manner of our demise.
"So?" said Sully, his anger still present.
Ryan still stared at it, the screen appeared to have frozen.
"I said show status," he said, again, Jake turned to his partner.
The computer beeped, the screen went funny and then a red horizontal bar came across with the word 'Error' written in black.
"That's strange," commented Jake. "What does it mean?"
"I don't know," replied Ryan, he spoke again to the computer. "Refresh,"
The screen went black and then reloaded, but this time it came back flashing. The status indicator lights were alternating between Amber and Red. Then it came back with the same red 'Error' message. I stared at it, just as confused by it as they were, I didn't know what was wrong.
"Answer me, is she dead or not?" snapped Sully, Danny put a hand on Sully's shoulder.
"Dude," he warned, spotting Ryan's expression.
"Really, Sully!" I found myself saying, rolling my eyes, but no one heard me.
I was still watching the blond Death Jumper, his body was now shaking with anger and emotion. Sully looked like he was gonna start forward, but stopped as Ryan lashed out, sending the computer flying. He then just left the room. His partner picked up the computer and taking it, went after him. Sully had got the answer to his question, his expression said it all…
Well, well, what do we think? Did we like it, are we excited for what now 'will' be the actual last chapter? Again, I repeat it will be up a week today. So did anyone guess who the two men were before I revealed them? What has happened to Rebecca? Well, you'll just have to wait and see what happens in the final. So make me a happy person and press that little review button *Puppy Dog Eyes*...you know you want too...