part 22
Two days later 1:30 p.m.
Bailey picks up the phone in his office. "Hello,...Oh, I see,... Thank you.. I will tell him." He frowns as he hangs up the phone. This is not news, he wants to hear. He walks into the command center, he notices a courier leaving, after handing George a piece of paper, folded, which appears to have his name written on it in Franny's loopy lettering.He gives a little smile, maybe him telling George this news will be carried on the wings on a new relationship. The last two days, had been somewhat dull, and he had in a way been anxious to see how George's and Frances's romance worked out. They both needed it at a time like this. George had been working though, the last two days, he was always like that, trying to keep busy for the good of the team, also, because everyone could tell in a way he was afraid to go back to his apartment, because of the events that had transpired.Though, Bailey did know they had gone out to lunch, yesterday. Bailey clears his throat as he comes up, behind George.
George turns around, his expression a little sad. "What is it Bailey?"
"I need to tell you something, some bad news."
George frowns. "Is it about Frances dumping me, I already know she planning too, I don't even have to open this to know its a "Dear John" letter, I don't think shes a coward because she can't do it in person, will you tell her that?"
Bailey is caught off guard. He sits next to George. "That wasn't it. I will tell her, though. I hadn't even know about that, I am sorry."
"Its not your fault."
"I know, I feel a little responsible, but there is something else. "
"Oh?" George raises his eyebrows. He notices an expression of concern, forming on Bailey's face. He frowns deeply. "Its something bad, isn't it? Something I will react badly to."
Bailey nods. "I am really sorry to tell you this, but I just got a call from the Atlanta PD, and it seems they went into check on Rich this morning to take him to his arraingment, and....he had somehow gotten his sheet tied around a sprinkler outside the cell...and.."
"He's dead isn't he." George asks, all emotion draining from his voice.
"Yes, I am really, sorry, they said he address his suicide note to you, and they will be bringing it to you, once they are done with it."
George gives a weak nod.
"We are giving you a few weeks, off, I think you deserve them now, and don't tell me, No, again. You need to take time off." Bailey says softly.
George gives a weak nod. "I don't think I could even do anything to help now, I feel useless, like someone ripped me apart, but numb." He says softly.
"I know how it feels, and we are all here to support you." Bailey gives him a hug.
A ding is heard behind them, as the elevator opens, and another courier steps out of the elevator. Bailey and George look up at him. "I am looking for a Mr. George Fraley?" The seductive blond asks the two.
"I am him."
She walks towards him, with her brown clipboard. "I have a package for you, from Atlanta Police Department.Sign here, please." She says, pointing to a thin line with an x at the beginning. He scribbles his name. She slides him an envelope, and walks back to the elevator, getting in as Sam and Grace, coming from lunch step out.
"Bailey, would it be too much to ask for someone to drive me home?"George asks.
"What's going on?" Sam asks,with a smile to them both, watching George lay the envelope on top of the folded piece of paper.
"Rich commited suicide." Bailey answers noncommitally. "No, it is not asking much to have someone drive you home. We'll have someone drop your car off sometime later, today."
George nods. He picks up the two letters.
"Did you say what I think you said, Malone?" Grace asks, shocked, unsure, if she really heard that.
"Did you?" Sam asks.
"What, I said someone would drive George home, and we would return his car." Bailey says.
"I think they were commenting on how you told them the news you recieved today." George comments softly. He turns his full attention on Sam and Grace. "Rich did commit suicide, and I am going home. I have two notes to read."
"I am sorry, Georgie, are you okay?" Sam says, sympthatically. She goes to give him a hug.
"You said two letters, why two?" Grace asks.
"I will be okay, I just need to deal with this on my own, and Frances wrote me a break up letter."
"That's terrible!"
George nods.
"We're all behind you, George."Sam comments.
George nods, softly, in a way to say he knows.
"I can give you a ride home, George, if Bailey doesn't mind losing me a few more minutes." Grace offers, because her car keys are still in her hand.
Bailey nods. "Let's go, kiddo,then." Grace says.
(More to come)
Two days later 1:30 p.m.
Bailey picks up the phone in his office. "Hello,...Oh, I see,... Thank you.. I will tell him." He frowns as he hangs up the phone. This is not news, he wants to hear. He walks into the command center, he notices a courier leaving, after handing George a piece of paper, folded, which appears to have his name written on it in Franny's loopy lettering.He gives a little smile, maybe him telling George this news will be carried on the wings on a new relationship. The last two days, had been somewhat dull, and he had in a way been anxious to see how George's and Frances's romance worked out. They both needed it at a time like this. George had been working though, the last two days, he was always like that, trying to keep busy for the good of the team, also, because everyone could tell in a way he was afraid to go back to his apartment, because of the events that had transpired.Though, Bailey did know they had gone out to lunch, yesterday. Bailey clears his throat as he comes up, behind George.
George turns around, his expression a little sad. "What is it Bailey?"
"I need to tell you something, some bad news."
George frowns. "Is it about Frances dumping me, I already know she planning too, I don't even have to open this to know its a "Dear John" letter, I don't think shes a coward because she can't do it in person, will you tell her that?"
Bailey is caught off guard. He sits next to George. "That wasn't it. I will tell her, though. I hadn't even know about that, I am sorry."
"Its not your fault."
"I know, I feel a little responsible, but there is something else. "
"Oh?" George raises his eyebrows. He notices an expression of concern, forming on Bailey's face. He frowns deeply. "Its something bad, isn't it? Something I will react badly to."
Bailey nods. "I am really sorry to tell you this, but I just got a call from the Atlanta PD, and it seems they went into check on Rich this morning to take him to his arraingment, and....he had somehow gotten his sheet tied around a sprinkler outside the cell...and.."
"He's dead isn't he." George asks, all emotion draining from his voice.
"Yes, I am really, sorry, they said he address his suicide note to you, and they will be bringing it to you, once they are done with it."
George gives a weak nod.
"We are giving you a few weeks, off, I think you deserve them now, and don't tell me, No, again. You need to take time off." Bailey says softly.
George gives a weak nod. "I don't think I could even do anything to help now, I feel useless, like someone ripped me apart, but numb." He says softly.
"I know how it feels, and we are all here to support you." Bailey gives him a hug.
A ding is heard behind them, as the elevator opens, and another courier steps out of the elevator. Bailey and George look up at him. "I am looking for a Mr. George Fraley?" The seductive blond asks the two.
"I am him."
She walks towards him, with her brown clipboard. "I have a package for you, from Atlanta Police Department.Sign here, please." She says, pointing to a thin line with an x at the beginning. He scribbles his name. She slides him an envelope, and walks back to the elevator, getting in as Sam and Grace, coming from lunch step out.
"Bailey, would it be too much to ask for someone to drive me home?"George asks.
"What's going on?" Sam asks,with a smile to them both, watching George lay the envelope on top of the folded piece of paper.
"Rich commited suicide." Bailey answers noncommitally. "No, it is not asking much to have someone drive you home. We'll have someone drop your car off sometime later, today."
George nods. He picks up the two letters.
"Did you say what I think you said, Malone?" Grace asks, shocked, unsure, if she really heard that.
"Did you?" Sam asks.
"What, I said someone would drive George home, and we would return his car." Bailey says.
"I think they were commenting on how you told them the news you recieved today." George comments softly. He turns his full attention on Sam and Grace. "Rich did commit suicide, and I am going home. I have two notes to read."
"I am sorry, Georgie, are you okay?" Sam says, sympthatically. She goes to give him a hug.
"You said two letters, why two?" Grace asks.
"I will be okay, I just need to deal with this on my own, and Frances wrote me a break up letter."
"That's terrible!"
George nods.
"We're all behind you, George."Sam comments.
George nods, softly, in a way to say he knows.
"I can give you a ride home, George, if Bailey doesn't mind losing me a few more minutes." Grace offers, because her car keys are still in her hand.
Bailey nods. "Let's go, kiddo,then." Grace says.
(More to come)