*Sorry about the hiatus. I've been VERY busy with school. One of the
clubs I belong to is doing a HUGE fundraiser, and I've been working hard
with that. Here's chapter 7. Enjoy, and PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE!!! Review!
After Mark's tip about Fezzik and Starz's relationship, Steve confronted Pactrick, and he confessed that he killed his ex-lover after he found him playing from music.
"I was like, 'how could you? You know better!'. I was so angry, and I-I snapped. I went to his bedroom, got his gun, and while he was looking at the music-the key guard was down-, I shot him. I-I'm so sorry," he said, crying.
Steve was so pleased that this case was cracked so easily, thanks to the help of Liz and Mark, he went directly to the hospital after he did the rest of his paperwork to see both Liz and his dad to deliver the news in person.
"Liz, dad, I just want to thank you so much for your help. Pactrick confessed a few hours ago," he said.
"I was nothing. Just glad to help," Liz said.
Mark looked at Liz and frowned. "Liz, you feel OK?" She was pale
"Just tired," she said with a half-yawn.
"I have to go back to the station. I'll se you this afternoon," Steve said.
"Ok Steve. Thanks for the update," Liz said.
"Take care, son," Mark said as Steve walked to the elevator. He turned to find Liz slumped in a chair. Her head was hanged down, cradled on her clasped hangs. "Are you OK?" Mark asked, concerned.
"Just all of a sudden got a bit dizzy. Could you get me some grape juice? I-I don't h-have t-true hypoglycemia, b-but if I don't eat, I get s-sick," she said, fully shaking now.
"I'll be right back with your juice," Mark said as he hurried off. While he was getting Liz juice, Jesse came by and saw her in the chair, pale as a ghost.
"What's wrong, Liz?" Jesse asked.
"J-just low b-blood s-sugar," she said. "M-mark's getting j-juice." Jesse grabbed her cold clammy hands and sat silently with her until Mark returned with a couple of boxes of grape juice. She quickly gulped it down and within a few minutes, the color was returning to her ghostly pale face and she wasn't shaking as much.
She smiled wanly at both men. "Thanks," she said quietly.
"I'd feel a lot better if I looked you over," Mark said.
"So would I," Jesse said.
"I'm fine, but I would like to check my glucose level," she said.
"But-" Jesse started.
Liz cut him off with a wave of the hand. "I'm fine. I just got caught up in the excitement of everything, and forgot to eat," she said, trying to convince Jesse and Mark.
"Come with me for a glucose monitor. If your level is below 80, I'm checking you over," Mark said.
Liz finally conceded. "Ok, I guess," she mumbled, a bit sullen. She got up and followed Mark to an empty exam room. He handed her a glucose tester, and Liz quickly tested herself, as if she had done it a thousand times.
"It's 90," she said with a sigh of relief. "I'm OK."
Mark silently cursed under his breath. "I'd still like to look you over," he reiterated.
"I'm fine. Thanks for your concern. I'm going to the cafeteria if you need me," she said as she left the room. Jesse came in, and saw the clearly etched lines of worry on Mark's face.
"What's wrong?" Jesse asked.
"Liz," Mark said.
"What's wrong with her?" Jesse asked.
"I really don't know for sure. I was researching on the net a few hours ago, and came across this," mark said, pulling the second set of papers out of his pocket he showed Steve earlier. He handed them to Jesse who silently read them.
"You don't think-" Jesse said.
"I don't know what to think right now," Mark said.
"This is certainly something to look after," Jesse said. "It is," Mark said. He sighed heavily.
"What's on your mind, Mark?" Jesse asked.
"Sometimes... Sometimes I think I'm cursed with this gift to see the 'evidence' and postulate an answer. Sometimes, I wish two and two made five. Especially now," he said with a sigh.
"I do too. But you know, now that we know, thanks to you, we can help her. And I think, as much as she wants her secret to stay a secret, she wants to be found out and be helped. We just have to be there when she takes the first step," Jesse said, placing a comforting hand on his mentor's shoulder.
"Yeah, I guess so. I just hate feeling so helpless though," Mark said.
"Where is she," Jesse asked.
"She said she was going to the cafeteria," Mark said.
Jesse grinned. "She eats about as much as I do."
"Uh oh," Mark said, laughing.
"She's also a vegetarian. I couldn't do that, but she's been one for over three years."
Mark let out a low whistle. "That's a long time," he remarked.
"That it is. Have you heard of Mandy Patinkin?"
"I think so. Wasn't he in Dick Tracy?" Mark asked.
"Yes. She has the biggest crush on him, though he is 50. She hopes to sing with him very soon."
"I believe I heard something about him coming to LA for a few days sometime next month. If she's here, I could buy tickets to see him."
"She's probably pass out," Jesse said, laughing.
"I'd say so," Mark said, smiling.
Jesse looked uncomfortable for a few minutes. "I-I guess I'd better talk to her," he said.
"Do you want me to go with you?" Mark asked.
"No. I want to do this by myself," Jesse said, resolutely. "Is there anything I can do?"
"Pray," Jesse said as he got up and went to the cafeteria.
After Mark's tip about Fezzik and Starz's relationship, Steve confronted Pactrick, and he confessed that he killed his ex-lover after he found him playing from music.
"I was like, 'how could you? You know better!'. I was so angry, and I-I snapped. I went to his bedroom, got his gun, and while he was looking at the music-the key guard was down-, I shot him. I-I'm so sorry," he said, crying.
Steve was so pleased that this case was cracked so easily, thanks to the help of Liz and Mark, he went directly to the hospital after he did the rest of his paperwork to see both Liz and his dad to deliver the news in person.
"Liz, dad, I just want to thank you so much for your help. Pactrick confessed a few hours ago," he said.
"I was nothing. Just glad to help," Liz said.
Mark looked at Liz and frowned. "Liz, you feel OK?" She was pale
"Just tired," she said with a half-yawn.
"I have to go back to the station. I'll se you this afternoon," Steve said.
"Ok Steve. Thanks for the update," Liz said.
"Take care, son," Mark said as Steve walked to the elevator. He turned to find Liz slumped in a chair. Her head was hanged down, cradled on her clasped hangs. "Are you OK?" Mark asked, concerned.
"Just all of a sudden got a bit dizzy. Could you get me some grape juice? I-I don't h-have t-true hypoglycemia, b-but if I don't eat, I get s-sick," she said, fully shaking now.
"I'll be right back with your juice," Mark said as he hurried off. While he was getting Liz juice, Jesse came by and saw her in the chair, pale as a ghost.
"What's wrong, Liz?" Jesse asked.
"J-just low b-blood s-sugar," she said. "M-mark's getting j-juice." Jesse grabbed her cold clammy hands and sat silently with her until Mark returned with a couple of boxes of grape juice. She quickly gulped it down and within a few minutes, the color was returning to her ghostly pale face and she wasn't shaking as much.
She smiled wanly at both men. "Thanks," she said quietly.
"I'd feel a lot better if I looked you over," Mark said.
"So would I," Jesse said.
"I'm fine, but I would like to check my glucose level," she said.
"But-" Jesse started.
Liz cut him off with a wave of the hand. "I'm fine. I just got caught up in the excitement of everything, and forgot to eat," she said, trying to convince Jesse and Mark.
"Come with me for a glucose monitor. If your level is below 80, I'm checking you over," Mark said.
Liz finally conceded. "Ok, I guess," she mumbled, a bit sullen. She got up and followed Mark to an empty exam room. He handed her a glucose tester, and Liz quickly tested herself, as if she had done it a thousand times.
"It's 90," she said with a sigh of relief. "I'm OK."
Mark silently cursed under his breath. "I'd still like to look you over," he reiterated.
"I'm fine. Thanks for your concern. I'm going to the cafeteria if you need me," she said as she left the room. Jesse came in, and saw the clearly etched lines of worry on Mark's face.
"What's wrong?" Jesse asked.
"Liz," Mark said.
"What's wrong with her?" Jesse asked.
"I really don't know for sure. I was researching on the net a few hours ago, and came across this," mark said, pulling the second set of papers out of his pocket he showed Steve earlier. He handed them to Jesse who silently read them.
"You don't think-" Jesse said.
"I don't know what to think right now," Mark said.
"This is certainly something to look after," Jesse said. "It is," Mark said. He sighed heavily.
"What's on your mind, Mark?" Jesse asked.
"Sometimes... Sometimes I think I'm cursed with this gift to see the 'evidence' and postulate an answer. Sometimes, I wish two and two made five. Especially now," he said with a sigh.
"I do too. But you know, now that we know, thanks to you, we can help her. And I think, as much as she wants her secret to stay a secret, she wants to be found out and be helped. We just have to be there when she takes the first step," Jesse said, placing a comforting hand on his mentor's shoulder.
"Yeah, I guess so. I just hate feeling so helpless though," Mark said.
"Where is she," Jesse asked.
"She said she was going to the cafeteria," Mark said.
Jesse grinned. "She eats about as much as I do."
"Uh oh," Mark said, laughing.
"She's also a vegetarian. I couldn't do that, but she's been one for over three years."
Mark let out a low whistle. "That's a long time," he remarked.
"That it is. Have you heard of Mandy Patinkin?"
"I think so. Wasn't he in Dick Tracy?" Mark asked.
"Yes. She has the biggest crush on him, though he is 50. She hopes to sing with him very soon."
"I believe I heard something about him coming to LA for a few days sometime next month. If she's here, I could buy tickets to see him."
"She's probably pass out," Jesse said, laughing.
"I'd say so," Mark said, smiling.
Jesse looked uncomfortable for a few minutes. "I-I guess I'd better talk to her," he said.
"Do you want me to go with you?" Mark asked.
"No. I want to do this by myself," Jesse said, resolutely. "Is there anything I can do?"
"Pray," Jesse said as he got up and went to the cafeteria.