Title: Revenge Can By Deadly- Chapter 2
Author: AngelGirl28 (AlexSloan@paxemail.com)
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
Summary: See Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Early the next morning, Jean-Marie Picard, one of the firm's secretaries walked in the red brick building. She cautiously entered her boss's office to see if he was in yet, but not seeing him at his desk, she was about to leave when something out of place in the corner caught her attention. She moved closer to see what it was, knowing her boss was fastidious about where everything went, and as she got closer she saw a puddle of blood and her boss slumped against the wall, lifelessly, in it. This sight made her blood curdle and she screamed in horror and ran out as fast as her legs would carry her.
Since she was not the first person in the office, Michelle Jacobson and Lloyd Richards came running in to see her crying hysterically. Michelle soothed her as Jean-Marie told her about finding her boss, John Powers, lying dead in a pool of blood. Lloyd checked out the scene and called the police.
* * *
Mark Sloan lay in bed. He felt lousy. The flu that had been going around had finally caught up with him. He tried to get up, but his body wouldn't allow it. He'd have to call out sick today. He was in no condition to stand up let alone perform a bowel resectioning he had scheduled for today. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt this bad, but at least today he wouldn't have to face any administration.
Downstairs he could hear Steve moving around, though running late. That was a good sign since he had been bed ridden most of yesterday with the flu.
"Dad?" He heard Steve call up to him.
Mark rolled over and buried his face in the pillow. He REALLY didn't want to get up. He heard Steve's footsteps climbing the stairs and head towards his room.
"Dad? You okay?" Steve asked poking his head into the room and seeing his father in bed.
"I feel awful. I think I've finally caught the flu that's been going around…"
"Sorry to hear that. You want me to call the hospital for you?"
"Would you? If anyone wants to talk to me just tell them I've caught the flu and that I'm too sick to get up and answer the phone."
"Right."
Steve went back downstairs and made the phone call with no problems. Just as he was hanging up the phone his pager went off. "Damn." He muttered.
"Dad, I have to go. See you tonight. Hope you feel better." Steve collected the rest of his stuff was out the door, cell phone in hand.
* * *
Alex Mason lay half asleep with her right arm draped over eyes on the enormous black leather sofa in the massive pent house suite she and her twin brother, Drew, shared. She hated being sick. She had caught some bug while investigating their last case. She was now getting over it, but now had an enormous headache. Never go into bars during cold season.
"Alex? Would you like some more of my chicken noodle soup?" Her very good friend, Jeri Williams asked. The thought of Jeri's chicken noodle soup made her stomach turn in protest. Lifting her arm slightly, she glanced at her watch and groaned as her arm dropped back down.
"No! I don't think I could hold anymore down!" Another reason she hated being sick, Jeri's homemade chicken noodle soup recipe. Jeri would practically force-feed it to everyone and anyone who was sick. "I want my friends to stay healthy, but if they do get sick, I want them to get well quick." She remembered hearing Jeri tell her when she and Drew had caught a nasty virus when they all had first started working together 4 years ago.
And so far no ones been sick longer than 2 days. Now if I had Mom's recipe… I'll have to ask John for it tonight when I see him.
The phone rang loudly, startling her from her thoughts. Jeri answered it immediately. "Hello?"
She paused for a moment. "Yes, they live here." The silence was almost deafening to her. "Hold on… Here Alex."
"Hello?"
"Are you Alexandra Mason?" a female voice on the other end of the line asked cautiously.
"Yes."
"Well, this is Sergeant Lauren Michaels of the LAPD. I'm calling about your step-father, John Powers."
"What happened? Is he in trouble?"
"I'm sorry to say he's been murdered. He was shot to death in his office last night."
"John's dead?" She declared weakly in disbelief.
Drew and Ian entered the room during her statement and stopped dead in their tracks at her words. Jeri stood with her hand covered her mouth with a horrified expression.
"Where's the body?"
"In the morgue at Community General Hospital, his body was found in his office by his secretary, Jean-Marie Picard."
"I know who his secretary is, Sergeant. I'll be over to the scene with my brother and two co-workers in about 20 minutes."
"Miss Mason, I don't suggest it. Its pretty messy over there."
"I can handle it. I'm law enforcement and investigating massacre scenes can be the least of things to turn my stomach. You can't and won't stop us." She hung up the phone, got up off the couch and went into her bedroom with a sudden burst of energy. Five-minutes later she emerged fully dressed and headed for the door after grabbing her car keys from where they rested on the kitchen counter where she had laid them down the day before.
"Drew. You're coming. So are you, Jeri and so is Ian."
"What? What am I doing against my wishes?" Ian questioned humorously, finally broken from his reverie.
"We are visiting a murder scene."
"So I take it you're feeling better," Ian commented, trying to break the tension that was filling the room like a heavy fog thick enough to cut with a butter knife.
"Ha, ha. I want to participate in this particular murder investigation with the LAPD."
"Ah. So why didn't you say so in the first place!" Ian grabbed his black denim jacket and put it on. He then picked up three other jackets and distributed them to their owners.
"What are you waiting for, then? Come on then!"
Ian was out the door in a flash. "He must really be going stir crazy. Well, you heard the man. Let's get moving." They left and went to Alex's 4Runner.
Chapter 3 Coming Soon
Author: AngelGirl28 (AlexSloan@paxemail.com)
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
Summary: See Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Early the next morning, Jean-Marie Picard, one of the firm's secretaries walked in the red brick building. She cautiously entered her boss's office to see if he was in yet, but not seeing him at his desk, she was about to leave when something out of place in the corner caught her attention. She moved closer to see what it was, knowing her boss was fastidious about where everything went, and as she got closer she saw a puddle of blood and her boss slumped against the wall, lifelessly, in it. This sight made her blood curdle and she screamed in horror and ran out as fast as her legs would carry her.
Since she was not the first person in the office, Michelle Jacobson and Lloyd Richards came running in to see her crying hysterically. Michelle soothed her as Jean-Marie told her about finding her boss, John Powers, lying dead in a pool of blood. Lloyd checked out the scene and called the police.
* * *
Mark Sloan lay in bed. He felt lousy. The flu that had been going around had finally caught up with him. He tried to get up, but his body wouldn't allow it. He'd have to call out sick today. He was in no condition to stand up let alone perform a bowel resectioning he had scheduled for today. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt this bad, but at least today he wouldn't have to face any administration.
Downstairs he could hear Steve moving around, though running late. That was a good sign since he had been bed ridden most of yesterday with the flu.
"Dad?" He heard Steve call up to him.
Mark rolled over and buried his face in the pillow. He REALLY didn't want to get up. He heard Steve's footsteps climbing the stairs and head towards his room.
"Dad? You okay?" Steve asked poking his head into the room and seeing his father in bed.
"I feel awful. I think I've finally caught the flu that's been going around…"
"Sorry to hear that. You want me to call the hospital for you?"
"Would you? If anyone wants to talk to me just tell them I've caught the flu and that I'm too sick to get up and answer the phone."
"Right."
Steve went back downstairs and made the phone call with no problems. Just as he was hanging up the phone his pager went off. "Damn." He muttered.
"Dad, I have to go. See you tonight. Hope you feel better." Steve collected the rest of his stuff was out the door, cell phone in hand.
* * *
Alex Mason lay half asleep with her right arm draped over eyes on the enormous black leather sofa in the massive pent house suite she and her twin brother, Drew, shared. She hated being sick. She had caught some bug while investigating their last case. She was now getting over it, but now had an enormous headache. Never go into bars during cold season.
"Alex? Would you like some more of my chicken noodle soup?" Her very good friend, Jeri Williams asked. The thought of Jeri's chicken noodle soup made her stomach turn in protest. Lifting her arm slightly, she glanced at her watch and groaned as her arm dropped back down.
"No! I don't think I could hold anymore down!" Another reason she hated being sick, Jeri's homemade chicken noodle soup recipe. Jeri would practically force-feed it to everyone and anyone who was sick. "I want my friends to stay healthy, but if they do get sick, I want them to get well quick." She remembered hearing Jeri tell her when she and Drew had caught a nasty virus when they all had first started working together 4 years ago.
And so far no ones been sick longer than 2 days. Now if I had Mom's recipe… I'll have to ask John for it tonight when I see him.
The phone rang loudly, startling her from her thoughts. Jeri answered it immediately. "Hello?"
She paused for a moment. "Yes, they live here." The silence was almost deafening to her. "Hold on… Here Alex."
"Hello?"
"Are you Alexandra Mason?" a female voice on the other end of the line asked cautiously.
"Yes."
"Well, this is Sergeant Lauren Michaels of the LAPD. I'm calling about your step-father, John Powers."
"What happened? Is he in trouble?"
"I'm sorry to say he's been murdered. He was shot to death in his office last night."
"John's dead?" She declared weakly in disbelief.
Drew and Ian entered the room during her statement and stopped dead in their tracks at her words. Jeri stood with her hand covered her mouth with a horrified expression.
"Where's the body?"
"In the morgue at Community General Hospital, his body was found in his office by his secretary, Jean-Marie Picard."
"I know who his secretary is, Sergeant. I'll be over to the scene with my brother and two co-workers in about 20 minutes."
"Miss Mason, I don't suggest it. Its pretty messy over there."
"I can handle it. I'm law enforcement and investigating massacre scenes can be the least of things to turn my stomach. You can't and won't stop us." She hung up the phone, got up off the couch and went into her bedroom with a sudden burst of energy. Five-minutes later she emerged fully dressed and headed for the door after grabbing her car keys from where they rested on the kitchen counter where she had laid them down the day before.
"Drew. You're coming. So are you, Jeri and so is Ian."
"What? What am I doing against my wishes?" Ian questioned humorously, finally broken from his reverie.
"We are visiting a murder scene."
"So I take it you're feeling better," Ian commented, trying to break the tension that was filling the room like a heavy fog thick enough to cut with a butter knife.
"Ha, ha. I want to participate in this particular murder investigation with the LAPD."
"Ah. So why didn't you say so in the first place!" Ian grabbed his black denim jacket and put it on. He then picked up three other jackets and distributed them to their owners.
"What are you waiting for, then? Come on then!"
Ian was out the door in a flash. "He must really be going stir crazy. Well, you heard the man. Let's get moving." They left and went to Alex's 4Runner.
Chapter 3 Coming Soon