Disclaimer: You all know the deal by now…I don't own Profiler and NBC/ COURT TV and Sander/Moses Productions does. But if I did, the show would still be on. J J J …..and Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling. She rules so bad. I can't wait for her fifth book to come out. :)
The Fragile Pt.4
I watch Bailey almost nervously as he paces around the Command Center. Ever since he read that e-mail that Jack sent, he's worked himself into a ball of nerves. I can't really blame him though, considering what Jack wrote.
My Dearest Samantha,
You think you've won. You think you have finally beaten me and won the game. You're wrong. The game isn't finished, and will not end until I say so.
Time in prison has given me the opportunity to think some things through…to plan certain other things, which you will find out about in due time. And trust me, Samantha, when I am done you and Malone both will regret the day you were brought onto my case. You have led me on and taunted me too many times, Samantha…and now I'm drawing the line.
JaCk
Bailey throws down the printed version of Jack's e-mail down on the table.
"Sick bastard…" He growls, glaring at it, as if just by doing so he could make it burst into flames. Instinctively, he reaches for the phone, then stops. He wants to call her and tell her, I know, but he won't. He doesn't want to worry her, to order her to come back to the VCTF when there is the slightest possibility that she might 'see' something of any use at the penitentiary.
He sighs, wiping a hand across his forehead.
"Bailey…you don't look too good. Listen, why don't you go get some sleep. I'll monitor things from here and if anything comes up, I'll wake you and let you know." Bailey thinks about my idea and nods.
"Okay then George. Wake me when Sam gets back," He says before he walks up the stairs and out of the command center. When I'm certain that no one's watching, I reach into a bag laying on the chair beside me and pull out the newest Harry Potter book, 'Goblet of Fire'. I get a little bit of guilty pleasure reading the series, but I can't seem to help myself because they're so addicting.
I'm on the chapter titled "The Third Task" when I get a call through the switchboard. I set down the book and answer the phone.
"Frailey."
"This is Sgt. Ralph Gentry with the Georgia State Police. I'm calling from Macon General Hospital." I feel a chill run down my spine as I sit up straighter in my chair.
"What's happened?"
"A Special Agent from your Field Office has been brought here with a gunshot wound. His name is…John Grant. He's lost a lot of blood, but he should be okay."
"Was there another agent with him?"
"…I'm sorry. We haven't been able to find Dr. Waters…Agent Grant has informed me that they were ambushed on the way to the federal pen by people impersonating county cops. We did, however, find the bodies of those cops they were impersonating." He said this flatly, and I could hear the fury in his voice. If there was one thing you should never do, it's to kill a cop.
"I…I see. Thank you for letting us know."
"You're welcome." The Sargent hangs up and I'm out of my chair, running to Bailey's office, where he's sound asleep in his chair, snoring.
"Bailey, wake up. Something's happened," I say urgently, shaking him awake.
"What? What's wrong?" My boss frowns, not too thrilled that I woke him.
"John's been shot, and Sam's missing. A Statie just called and said that John was at Macon General. We got to go, now."
"Oh Jesus," Bailey said, his face paling as I grabbed my car keys and steered him out the door. "I should have called her…I should have called her back here…"
"Bailey, you know as well as I do she probably would have ignored you. Searching Jack's cell would have taken priority for her than to worry about her fan letter from Jack," I say quietly as we enter the elevator.
"It doesn't matter what she might have thought, what she might have done if I had called her, George," Bailey almost snarls as the elevator doors open to the ground floor. "What matters is that I didn't call her, and if anything happens to her, I am responsible for it, both professionally and personally." We reach my car and both of us climb in. Bailey pulls out his cell phone and dials Grace's number as I pull out of the parking lot.
"Hey Gracie it's Bailey. Sorry I woke you. Well, we have a problem… George and I need you to meet us at Macon General Hospital as soon as you can. John's there…he was shot while Sam and him were heading to the federal pen where Jack escaped…they were gonna go over Jack's cell, see if she could come up with anything. Okay…thanks Gracie." He hangs up and his face is now white as a ghost. I know what he's thinking, even though I don't dare to say it out loud. What if Jack's finally won the game?
~ Fin