Lost In Stormy Visions
By: Olivia
Chapter 4
Monica could hear him yelling before she even entered the house. Deep inside the yelling jarred her nerves because she could feel him before she even saw him. She felt his anger at the person who had done this and the fear for his son's safety. Outwardly, she appeared calm. Fear and anger would only hold her back, preventing her from finding this man's son.
She entered the house and walked up to the man who was yelling at one of her task force agents. "Excuse me, Detective Doggett?"
Doggett stopped yelling at the agent and gave her his full attention. She could see from the flashing in his eyes he wanted to yell at her too, but inside she could tell that he was fighting an inner battle to regain some semblance of control over his turned upside down world and was losing. Curtly he said, "And you are?"
Monica extended her hand, "I'm Agent Monica Reyes with the New York field office. I'm the lead investigator on your son's case. I'm very sorry that all this has happened but I assure you that we will find your son."
John didn't take her hand. "Well then, Agent Reyes, you can tell your colleague here that I'm gonna be a part of this investigation. I'm not sittin' on the sidelines. I won't be kept out of the search for my son."
His pain was palatable. Monica couldn't help but feel it even though she herself didn't have any children. But she too knew something of loss as everyone did. And in that instant she did something that all her training urged her not to do. He was too close to the case to be any good. He was emotional, erratic, and yet for some reason, Monica knew she needed him on this case. If there was one thing Monica had learned from her early childhood, it was to listen to her feelings. "I would welcome your assistance, Detective."
Her words seemed to have stunned him. He was expecting a fight, expecting to be denied, expecting to have to wait at home and worry about his only child.
Monica took a deep breath. "I'd like to speak to your wife first."
John shook his head furiously. "She's dealin' with a lot right now. She's already told us everythin' she knows."
Monica didn't know what possessed her to invade his personal space, but she put a hand on his arm. She felt a chill pass through her and yet the touch seemed to calm him. She looked right into his eyes. Quietly she said, "I am allowing you to investigate this case with me when I could just as easily deny your request. I understand that you and your wife are living through a horribly tragedy right now. I cannot know what it must be like for you two, but you are a detective. You know what needs to be done. We all want the same thing-to bring Luke safely home."
John stared right into her eyes. He must have seen something in her eyes, something that dealing with criminals day in and day out, he must not have seen very often-he saw someone he could trust. Slowly he nodded and Monica followed him into the kitchen.
End of Chapter 4
"Grief fills the room up of my absent child/Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me,/Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words,/Remembers me all of his gracious parts,/Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form;/Then have I reason to be fond of grief.-William Shakespeare
By: Olivia
Chapter 4
Monica could hear him yelling before she even entered the house. Deep inside the yelling jarred her nerves because she could feel him before she even saw him. She felt his anger at the person who had done this and the fear for his son's safety. Outwardly, she appeared calm. Fear and anger would only hold her back, preventing her from finding this man's son.
She entered the house and walked up to the man who was yelling at one of her task force agents. "Excuse me, Detective Doggett?"
Doggett stopped yelling at the agent and gave her his full attention. She could see from the flashing in his eyes he wanted to yell at her too, but inside she could tell that he was fighting an inner battle to regain some semblance of control over his turned upside down world and was losing. Curtly he said, "And you are?"
Monica extended her hand, "I'm Agent Monica Reyes with the New York field office. I'm the lead investigator on your son's case. I'm very sorry that all this has happened but I assure you that we will find your son."
John didn't take her hand. "Well then, Agent Reyes, you can tell your colleague here that I'm gonna be a part of this investigation. I'm not sittin' on the sidelines. I won't be kept out of the search for my son."
His pain was palatable. Monica couldn't help but feel it even though she herself didn't have any children. But she too knew something of loss as everyone did. And in that instant she did something that all her training urged her not to do. He was too close to the case to be any good. He was emotional, erratic, and yet for some reason, Monica knew she needed him on this case. If there was one thing Monica had learned from her early childhood, it was to listen to her feelings. "I would welcome your assistance, Detective."
Her words seemed to have stunned him. He was expecting a fight, expecting to be denied, expecting to have to wait at home and worry about his only child.
Monica took a deep breath. "I'd like to speak to your wife first."
John shook his head furiously. "She's dealin' with a lot right now. She's already told us everythin' she knows."
Monica didn't know what possessed her to invade his personal space, but she put a hand on his arm. She felt a chill pass through her and yet the touch seemed to calm him. She looked right into his eyes. Quietly she said, "I am allowing you to investigate this case with me when I could just as easily deny your request. I understand that you and your wife are living through a horribly tragedy right now. I cannot know what it must be like for you two, but you are a detective. You know what needs to be done. We all want the same thing-to bring Luke safely home."
John stared right into her eyes. He must have seen something in her eyes, something that dealing with criminals day in and day out, he must not have seen very often-he saw someone he could trust. Slowly he nodded and Monica followed him into the kitchen.
End of Chapter 4
"Grief fills the room up of my absent child/Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me,/Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words,/Remembers me all of his gracious parts,/Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form;/Then have I reason to be fond of grief.-William Shakespeare