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A/N: Wow, it's like the universe is trying to tell me something, first I just zap onto a movie about a girl in mental institution (girl, interrupted) then today when I was walking in a protest march kinda thing (looong story) there were biker cops! Seriously and one of them looked like Chris, sadly none of them looked like TC or any of the other guys but I was like :O and when the march was over I ran (with sore feet and everything) back home and jumped behind my computer to bring you this chapter as soon as possible.
Broken Angel Chapter 3
TC was picking at his food under Cory's watchful eye, he had dinner with her and her husband once a week, every Monday. To keep in touch and probably so she could keep an eye on him.
"OK, I'll bite, what is it?" she asked the obviously troubled man.
"Nothing, I'm fine. the dinner is great!" he said with as much enthusiasm as he could muster, no a lot.
"There is something alright. Just get it off your chest now so you will at least be able to enjoy desert, Paul made tiramisu." Cory said, hoping to lure him out of his bad mood.
TC sighed dramatically. "It's Bobby, he has been bugging me about Chris for a week now. It just made me realize that it has been 5 years. And still no word." He kept looking at his plate, afraid of Cory's reaction. Chris' disappearance was directly attached to _that_ night, to the baby, the second baby Cory lost.
"Maybe. Maybe it is time you let her go. She might be dead, she might be alive but she isn't coming back, ever. You need to move on, she would have wanted you to."
Paul looked from his wife to her and now his friend too, he knew who they were talking about but opted to stay out of it, content with just following the conversation.
"No, she would have told me, she would have divorced me." He denied.
"Like she told you where she was going? And why. Just face it TC, you didn't know her as well as you thought you did, none of us did. I have stood by you defending her but I can't anymore. We both have to face that she isn't coming back, ever, and you have to move on with your life. It has been five years, if she had been working undercover for the FBI it probably would have finished by now, but they don't even have her on record. She ran TC, we don't know why but it was her choice, I always hoped she'd come back, she was my friend but now I know she won't." Cory said, hoping to get through to him somehow.
"5 years Cory, it seemed like eternity but it has passed, I knew her less then that. But I can't get her out of my mind, I can't get her out of my system. I know I am being a fool to wait around for someone that doesn't want me, but I love her Cor, I still love her. And I have to hope and dream that someday she will come back, it is the only thing I have left." He was fighting back tears, there had been to many shed over her already, why couldn't he just stop loving her? Five years was too long to live off of memories, he wanted to hold her, talk to her, yell at her for staying away so long, he just wanted to know if she was alright. He wanted to be released out of his living hell but the only one who could do that was missing.
"TC, you're a good man, any girl would be happy to have you. Start dating, find someone new. Just try." Cory pleaded, seriously worried about her friend.
"Listen to her TC. I may have not known your wife but I know you, what you are doing to yourself is not healthy." Paul had decided to chip in and help his wife a little.
"I am fine, don't worry about me. I am just not ready to let go of her yet, believe me I know 5 years is a long time to be pining for someone but maybe I am just not the hasty kind a guy, I'm doing better then I was a year ago. Sometimes, whole days go by where I don't even think about her, but when people ask about her or without any reason at all I just think about her, and get a little depressed. No worries, really." He tried to assure them, but not giving in.
Cory smiled half a smile and nodded, then went into the kitchen to get the desert.
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"Oh! Bobby! I totally forgot you were coming!" Mary flapped her hands nervously. "There has been a little outbreak of the flu, stomach flu to be exact, it's not pretty, are you sure you want to see her today? She hasn't really have it but it's just a matter of time and this place is basically a walking germ at the moment, plus I haven't exactly told her that you are coming." Mary rattled, very nervous about this unforeseen glitch in her plan.
Bobby looked at Monica, she nodded slightly, they both needed some answers and now that they were here they weren't willing to wait any longer.
"We would still like to come." Bobby said, more calm then he felt.
"Well, alright then, please follow me. She is in her own room, all the patients are, we want to limit the outbreak as good as possible. It's not just the vomit but they can't take their pills now either, so if you pardon the pun, it is a mad house." She quickly walked down the hall, through the double doors, the entrance to the psych ward, locked it behind them and into another hall, she halted by the third door on the left and unlocked and opened it.
"Jane?" Mary asked, knowing there could be others around to overhear.
"What is it Mary? Don't you have barf to mop up or something?" The chagrined voice of Chris floated out of the door, both Bobby and Monica recognized it instantly.
"Well yes, so I'll just leave you alone with your guests then." Mary said, and let the two, who were suddenly really nervous, in. She exchanged a few words with Bobby and then actually left, they were happy she didn't lock the door behind them.
Chris payed no notice to them, she sat on her bed scribbling something in a little book. Then when she felt two gazes ret upon her slowly looked up. Her eyes widened in shock and she jumped up, now standing on the bed she breathed "What the hell?" and just stared at them.
"Hey Chris." Monica said shyly, it wasn't like they were great friends when they had worked together and suddenly she felt kind of stupid being the one to visit her.
Bobby smiled nervously as some sort of greeting, not knowing what else to say or do.
Chris put down the book she was scribbling in and sat back down on the bed, totally shocked. An uncomfortable silence followed.
"What are you doing here?" Chris finally asked, as uncomfortable in this situation as her 'guests'.
"Bobby found out you were here, we didn't know what to do, so we thought we'd visit before deciding on anything." Monica explained, looking mostly at the wall and floor, only sporadically looking at Chris.
"You shouldn't do anything." Chris softly said,
"Why not? You don't look all that crazy, sane enough anyway to talk to TC, he doesn't know what is going on, he doesn't know if you are dead or alive." Bobby said, really feeling for his LT.
"You don't know what's going on with me either. And I can only hope it will stay that way."
"You are ashamed." Monica concluded, then almost jumped when she realized she had said it out loud.
"Yes, just. tell me, how is he? And Cory? And the station?" Chris only now asked the questions she had been asking herself for five years now.
"The station is alright, nothing much has changed, Cory got married, she got promoted to lieutenant and transferred, she has her own station now. She and her husband are waiting for an adoption child, after her last miscarriage she is now totally incapable of having children, but so is her husband. His name's Paul." Monica told but didn't go on, not knowing how to describe TC's situation.
"Miscarriage? Another one?" Guilt washed over Chris' face, it was obvious she felt she should have been there for her best friend. Well, they used to be best friends.
"She's pretty much over it, and really looking forward to adopting." Monica told and looked at Bobby before falling silent once more.
"And TC?" Chris asked, getting nervous when neither really wanted to answer "He's hurt isn't he? What happened to him?" she had gotten off the bed and had approached them, they unconsciously backed away a bit.
"No, physically he is fine, it's just. He hasn't been on a real date in years, he can't move on not knowing what happened to you. He feels incredibly guilty for not realizing you were lying. For not finding you." Bobby admitted, Chris looked down to her hands.
"I never wanted to hurt him." She whispered "never."
Bobby put a hand on her shoulder. "We know." He told her, figuring she could use a little comfort.
Suddenly a wail erupted from the hallway, Chris looked up and pushed past the two cops rushing to the origin of the wailing. A girl somewhere between 15 and 20 years old was backing into a corner, she seemed to be afraid of something but there was nothing there. Chris rushed over to her.
"Agnes, I'm here honey, come here." The girl, Agnes, looked at her, whimpered and then fled behind Chris' back.
"He's here again Jane, don't let him get me, please don't let him." The girl begged, she clutched the shirt on Chris back and tried as best she could to hide behind her.
"I won't let him honey. Don't be scared, I won't let anything hurt you." Chris gently said, she walked backwards until they had rounded a corner, then she turned around and took the crying girl in her arms.
"Is he gone now?" Chris asked, the girl nodded, then screamed. Chris cringed from the loud shrieking noise so close to her ear. Her gaze followed Agnes' pointing finger and saw Monica and Bobby.
"Ssshh, honey, it's alright, they won't hurt you, they are friends." She took Agnes' hand and put her other hand on the girls shoulder, they were facing the same way now, so Chris pointed with their entwined hands.
"Look, that's Bobby and that is Monica, they have come to visit me." Chris explained.
"Are you sure?" Agnes asked, looking scared yet suspecting.
"We won't hurt you, we wouldn't dream of it." Bobby said, not sure if that was the appropriate thing to say, but trying something anyway.
The girl didn't seem convinced.
Only now two orderlies came semi-rushing to the scene, they looked tired, probably because half the staff was out sick as well as the patients, so they had more difficult patients to deal with without a proper staff.
"What are you two doing outside your rooms? And who the hell are you?" One of them asked, pretty cross.
"Take it easy, they came to visit me, their from one of those charity organizations that keep people company, Mary set it up. And Agnes is out of her room because she was afraid, now stop whining and take her back there!" Chris ordered, as if she was the boss in stead of the patient.
"Ma'am, sir, I am sorry but you are going to have to leave, maybe in a week or so when this flu blows over you can return and visit all you want but for now we are just too busy. Albert, you take Agnes and Jane and I'll escort these two out." The orderly that appeared to be in charge said. The other one nodded and stayed silent.
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"So what do we do now?" Monica asked when they stepped out of the hospital building.
"Well, we'll just have to wait another week I guess. But I was thinking, I mean, who knows both TC and Chris better then both of us?" He asked.
"Of course! You are brilliant!" Monica exclaimed
"Don't I know it." Bobby grinned.
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"Cory? Are you there? Well, just call me or Bobby back when you do have time because we have something important to discuss with you. You have my number." Then the beep of the answering machine cut Monica off, she turned to face Bobby "So, no there is nothing left to do but wait." She sighed.
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"Up and at em sunshine!" Mary called, way too cheerful into Chris' still dark room. But Chris didn't stand up, she looked pale and the waste bucket reeked of vomit, yet another victim of the stomach flu.
"Oh, honey, I'll just get you a bucket alright? And some water." Mary said and walked off the nearest supply closest worried out of her mind. Chris wouldn't be able to take her pills and she was very afraid of what might happen because of it.
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THREE DAYS LATER
"WHAT?!?!" Cory yelled in the general direction of Monica and Bobby.
"We just found out and we didn't know what to do, cause she didn't want anyone to know but we feel we should tell someone so. maybe you would know." Bobby stammered, he felt somewhat intimidated under Cory's vicious glare.
"She's gone bonkers?!?" She asked, mad and exasperated at the same time.
"Well, she seemed quite sane when we were there, but that was just for about five minutes and we did most of the talking." Monica said, hoping to avoid most of Cory's anger this way.
"You have seen her." Cory stated, it seemed like she was truly and utterly shocked and didn't know what to say or do.
"Yes, just about five minutes though."
"Well, TC has to know, he has a right to know, why didn't you go to him in the first place?" she asked, and started pacing, mimicking her mind that was racing around in circles as well.
"Because she doesn't want anyone to know, you should have seen her reaction when it was just us!" Bobby protested.
"I have to see her, take me to see her!" Cory ordered, Bobby and Monica shared a look and then nodded to Cory.
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"Sorry miss no one is allowed to visit at the moment, there is a bit of a flu outbreak back there, the natives are a bit restless and we are undermanned, just give me your phone number and I will call you as soon as you can visit." An elderly woman behind the front desk said.
"But I need to see her! She was my best friend and then she suddenly disappeared and now they tell me she ended up here! I HAVE to see her!" Cory pleaded quite desperately.
"Oh dear, what is the patients name, I will look her up and take a look in her stats and tell you what isn't classified, alright?" The woman, very granny like suggested.
"Yes, please thank you. It's Christine Kelly, but she's called Chris." Cory muttered.
"Sorry deary, she isn't here, she isn't in the files." The old woman said, unhappy to bring this bad news.
"Wait, they kept on calling her Jane while we were here last time." Bobby remembered
"Jane? Oh! Jane! She has been here for quite a while now, so her name is Christine Kelly eh? The doctors will be very pleased to hear this now they can finally look up her files. Let's see, she has never been properly diagnosed because no one knows what she is suffering from, we just know it is bad. And that is all I can tell you without breaking confidentiality completely."
"So she is here. How long, can you tell me how long?" Cory pressed.
"Well, I suppose so, 5 years and a couple of weeks." The old lady informed her.
"Promise you will call as soon as we can se her?" Cory asked and the old lady nodded nicely
"Of course dear. Now run along home."
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"Come on Chris, just swallow these, you have to take these pills, just these nothing else. please Chris." Mary begged and held one little yellow pills before her, when Chris turned her head she put the pill in Chris water and watched it dissolve. Then picked up the glass
"Well just make sure you don't dehydrate then will you?" She said and shoved the glass under Chris' face.
"Mary. Why do you want me to eat that pill? Please I'll just throw it up and I heard the other nurses, the dosages aren't right anymore, not now I haven't eaten anything but a few crackers in three days. So just go away, leave me alone, I want to sleep." Chris whined, then she sighed pulled the bucket closer and started retching in it, her stomach was empty already so only very sour spit came out, giving no relief to her sore stomach.
"Chris please. Just do it." Mary pleaded.
"Go away!" Chris yanked the blankets over her head so she wouldn't have to see the water, at the moment even water made her nauseous, she had her better moments when she could eat a cracker or two but now was not one of them.
Mary yanked back the covers and turned Chris face towards her, then forced her mouth open as she was thought in nursing school, she poured the water in now wishing she had kept the pills in their original form. Chris refused to swallow, she knew that something was wrong with this, very wrong. She punched Mary in the face and pushed her off, then spit out the water.
"The hell are you doing?!" she shrieked and backed away from Mary knowing that in her current condition she wouldn't be a match for anyone.
"You need to take your pills!" Mary shouted.
"I can't Mary, I can't." Chris cried out, hoping the only friend she had had for these last few years would understand, and would stop. Chris just didn't understand.
"But this ruins everything." Mary said, and for one second she looked like a fragile little girl.
"I'll get better, even if I don't swallow those pills for a little while." Chris assured her, thinking it was this that Mary was talking about.
"Just stay in your room Chris, and don't talk to anyone but me." Mary told her, then calmly left the room.
That wouldn't be a very hard thing to do, her door was locked and Mary was the only nurse that tended her, the others all had their own little projects, and because of the flu she couldn't see her doctor. Chris crawled back into her warm bed and didn't think about Mary for a long time, she just wanted to sleep and feel better when she woke up.
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AGAIN THREE DAYS LATER
TC was bored, he was sick of paperwork, truly and utterly sick of it, so he had delegated it to Bobby. OK, so it wasn't really fair, at least that man had some form of personal life but then again, life wasn't fair and he hadn't become lieutenant because of the view. Well partly because of the view but mostly so he would be able to do more good, get more power, get paid better and then maybe the view. Now you see just about how bored he was, so his mind started wondering, and wondering and wondering away. Wondering all the way back to his childhood, all the good days and the bad days, he didn't remember most of the average days, then skipped to high school, and onwards yet. Some people say you see your whole life flash by you when you die, well I don't know if that's true but you must have had a pretty short or just way uneventful life because it took TC two hours just to reach 'The good old days' he had a picture of the old team hanging in his office. He had thought they would go on forever at the time, but they didn't.
He sighed and forced his thoughts away, but they lingered on one face in that picture. His wife's, she was still his wife after all. He decided it was too long ago that he had thought about her like that, remembered the happy things. There had been so many happy days, but even more lonely days. It had been a while since he ran her name through the computer, he did that some times, just to know he hadn't given up, that he would be looking for eternity and then some. So it was a huge surprise that anything other then her birth records, military and police files popped up. A hospital. A catholic hospital??? That meant one of two things, 1 she was hurt and had no money to pay for treatment or 2. She had become a nun. He looked at the black letters on the white background, and then dug up the nerve to click on it.
Christine Kelly-Callaway aka Jane Doe.
She had been hiding there, why else would she also be known as Jane Doe? But something had happened, he read on, she had been there the whole time and only now they knew her name. Five years, in a hospital? How serious was this? He read some more, then froze. She was in the mental ward.
Bobby opened the door to TC's office hoping that his LT would take some of the dreadful paperwork back, he was ready to beg and promise he would never make fun of paperwork ever again. But then he saw TC's face he wore the most peculiar expression Bobby had ever seen, it was somewhere between horror, hope fear and joy.
"Boss?" Bobby carefully asked. TC looked around and saw Bobby, the blond man really looked like he had seen a ghost or something.
"Chris. She's in LA! She in LA for heaven's sake!" TC squawked and pointed at the screen as if making Bobby read it would make it more real.
"I've got to go." TC jumped up and rushed out of his office, Bobby chased him out.
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Chris looked somewhat like a skeleton, but she felt better then she had done in a while, she hadn't at any nightmares during her illness that was a new record, she really wanted to talk to her therapist. For the first time in years she was getting her hopes up.
"Chris, are you feeling better?" Mary asked. Chris suspected that she had those two yellow pills with her again so she shook her head, she just didn't trust Mary anymore, she as doubting when she totally ratted on her with the name thing (the whole hospital already knew) and when she kept on trying to force those two little yellow pills into her one way or the other Chris just stopped trusting her completely.
"Are you well enough for some crackers?" Mary asked in her own kind voice.
Chris stomach betrayed her by grumbling right at that moment.
"Just one, I don't want to overdo it." Chris said, but didn't really dare eat the food, like she hadn't dared to eat or drink anything Mary had given her in these last couple of days.
"OK, eat up then." Mary watched Chris intently and for the first time Chris felt she was a hostage not to herself but to her nurse. She let the cracker drop.
"What is in those pills that you want me to have them so badly Mary?" She asked. Mary shook her head.
"Don't worry about it alright?" Then she turned and locked the doors, she calmly turned around again and faced Chris, slowly she walked in her direction. Chris felt the tension rise in a very unpleasant way, the hairs on the back of her neck stood up and her hands balled themselves to fist as if on their own accord.
"You know I had this all planned out, there is just one more thing." Mary gently said.
"What have you planned Mary?" Chris asked, and started backing away.
"Why your destruction of course."
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Well, now you know why I don't like Mary ;) Please review, I live off reviews, now if you'll excuse me, I have another chapter to write :D
A/N: Wow, it's like the universe is trying to tell me something, first I just zap onto a movie about a girl in mental institution (girl, interrupted) then today when I was walking in a protest march kinda thing (looong story) there were biker cops! Seriously and one of them looked like Chris, sadly none of them looked like TC or any of the other guys but I was like :O and when the march was over I ran (with sore feet and everything) back home and jumped behind my computer to bring you this chapter as soon as possible.
Broken Angel Chapter 3
TC was picking at his food under Cory's watchful eye, he had dinner with her and her husband once a week, every Monday. To keep in touch and probably so she could keep an eye on him.
"OK, I'll bite, what is it?" she asked the obviously troubled man.
"Nothing, I'm fine. the dinner is great!" he said with as much enthusiasm as he could muster, no a lot.
"There is something alright. Just get it off your chest now so you will at least be able to enjoy desert, Paul made tiramisu." Cory said, hoping to lure him out of his bad mood.
TC sighed dramatically. "It's Bobby, he has been bugging me about Chris for a week now. It just made me realize that it has been 5 years. And still no word." He kept looking at his plate, afraid of Cory's reaction. Chris' disappearance was directly attached to _that_ night, to the baby, the second baby Cory lost.
"Maybe. Maybe it is time you let her go. She might be dead, she might be alive but she isn't coming back, ever. You need to move on, she would have wanted you to."
Paul looked from his wife to her and now his friend too, he knew who they were talking about but opted to stay out of it, content with just following the conversation.
"No, she would have told me, she would have divorced me." He denied.
"Like she told you where she was going? And why. Just face it TC, you didn't know her as well as you thought you did, none of us did. I have stood by you defending her but I can't anymore. We both have to face that she isn't coming back, ever, and you have to move on with your life. It has been five years, if she had been working undercover for the FBI it probably would have finished by now, but they don't even have her on record. She ran TC, we don't know why but it was her choice, I always hoped she'd come back, she was my friend but now I know she won't." Cory said, hoping to get through to him somehow.
"5 years Cory, it seemed like eternity but it has passed, I knew her less then that. But I can't get her out of my mind, I can't get her out of my system. I know I am being a fool to wait around for someone that doesn't want me, but I love her Cor, I still love her. And I have to hope and dream that someday she will come back, it is the only thing I have left." He was fighting back tears, there had been to many shed over her already, why couldn't he just stop loving her? Five years was too long to live off of memories, he wanted to hold her, talk to her, yell at her for staying away so long, he just wanted to know if she was alright. He wanted to be released out of his living hell but the only one who could do that was missing.
"TC, you're a good man, any girl would be happy to have you. Start dating, find someone new. Just try." Cory pleaded, seriously worried about her friend.
"Listen to her TC. I may have not known your wife but I know you, what you are doing to yourself is not healthy." Paul had decided to chip in and help his wife a little.
"I am fine, don't worry about me. I am just not ready to let go of her yet, believe me I know 5 years is a long time to be pining for someone but maybe I am just not the hasty kind a guy, I'm doing better then I was a year ago. Sometimes, whole days go by where I don't even think about her, but when people ask about her or without any reason at all I just think about her, and get a little depressed. No worries, really." He tried to assure them, but not giving in.
Cory smiled half a smile and nodded, then went into the kitchen to get the desert.
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"Oh! Bobby! I totally forgot you were coming!" Mary flapped her hands nervously. "There has been a little outbreak of the flu, stomach flu to be exact, it's not pretty, are you sure you want to see her today? She hasn't really have it but it's just a matter of time and this place is basically a walking germ at the moment, plus I haven't exactly told her that you are coming." Mary rattled, very nervous about this unforeseen glitch in her plan.
Bobby looked at Monica, she nodded slightly, they both needed some answers and now that they were here they weren't willing to wait any longer.
"We would still like to come." Bobby said, more calm then he felt.
"Well, alright then, please follow me. She is in her own room, all the patients are, we want to limit the outbreak as good as possible. It's not just the vomit but they can't take their pills now either, so if you pardon the pun, it is a mad house." She quickly walked down the hall, through the double doors, the entrance to the psych ward, locked it behind them and into another hall, she halted by the third door on the left and unlocked and opened it.
"Jane?" Mary asked, knowing there could be others around to overhear.
"What is it Mary? Don't you have barf to mop up or something?" The chagrined voice of Chris floated out of the door, both Bobby and Monica recognized it instantly.
"Well yes, so I'll just leave you alone with your guests then." Mary said, and let the two, who were suddenly really nervous, in. She exchanged a few words with Bobby and then actually left, they were happy she didn't lock the door behind them.
Chris payed no notice to them, she sat on her bed scribbling something in a little book. Then when she felt two gazes ret upon her slowly looked up. Her eyes widened in shock and she jumped up, now standing on the bed she breathed "What the hell?" and just stared at them.
"Hey Chris." Monica said shyly, it wasn't like they were great friends when they had worked together and suddenly she felt kind of stupid being the one to visit her.
Bobby smiled nervously as some sort of greeting, not knowing what else to say or do.
Chris put down the book she was scribbling in and sat back down on the bed, totally shocked. An uncomfortable silence followed.
"What are you doing here?" Chris finally asked, as uncomfortable in this situation as her 'guests'.
"Bobby found out you were here, we didn't know what to do, so we thought we'd visit before deciding on anything." Monica explained, looking mostly at the wall and floor, only sporadically looking at Chris.
"You shouldn't do anything." Chris softly said,
"Why not? You don't look all that crazy, sane enough anyway to talk to TC, he doesn't know what is going on, he doesn't know if you are dead or alive." Bobby said, really feeling for his LT.
"You don't know what's going on with me either. And I can only hope it will stay that way."
"You are ashamed." Monica concluded, then almost jumped when she realized she had said it out loud.
"Yes, just. tell me, how is he? And Cory? And the station?" Chris only now asked the questions she had been asking herself for five years now.
"The station is alright, nothing much has changed, Cory got married, she got promoted to lieutenant and transferred, she has her own station now. She and her husband are waiting for an adoption child, after her last miscarriage she is now totally incapable of having children, but so is her husband. His name's Paul." Monica told but didn't go on, not knowing how to describe TC's situation.
"Miscarriage? Another one?" Guilt washed over Chris' face, it was obvious she felt she should have been there for her best friend. Well, they used to be best friends.
"She's pretty much over it, and really looking forward to adopting." Monica told and looked at Bobby before falling silent once more.
"And TC?" Chris asked, getting nervous when neither really wanted to answer "He's hurt isn't he? What happened to him?" she had gotten off the bed and had approached them, they unconsciously backed away a bit.
"No, physically he is fine, it's just. He hasn't been on a real date in years, he can't move on not knowing what happened to you. He feels incredibly guilty for not realizing you were lying. For not finding you." Bobby admitted, Chris looked down to her hands.
"I never wanted to hurt him." She whispered "never."
Bobby put a hand on her shoulder. "We know." He told her, figuring she could use a little comfort.
Suddenly a wail erupted from the hallway, Chris looked up and pushed past the two cops rushing to the origin of the wailing. A girl somewhere between 15 and 20 years old was backing into a corner, she seemed to be afraid of something but there was nothing there. Chris rushed over to her.
"Agnes, I'm here honey, come here." The girl, Agnes, looked at her, whimpered and then fled behind Chris' back.
"He's here again Jane, don't let him get me, please don't let him." The girl begged, she clutched the shirt on Chris back and tried as best she could to hide behind her.
"I won't let him honey. Don't be scared, I won't let anything hurt you." Chris gently said, she walked backwards until they had rounded a corner, then she turned around and took the crying girl in her arms.
"Is he gone now?" Chris asked, the girl nodded, then screamed. Chris cringed from the loud shrieking noise so close to her ear. Her gaze followed Agnes' pointing finger and saw Monica and Bobby.
"Ssshh, honey, it's alright, they won't hurt you, they are friends." She took Agnes' hand and put her other hand on the girls shoulder, they were facing the same way now, so Chris pointed with their entwined hands.
"Look, that's Bobby and that is Monica, they have come to visit me." Chris explained.
"Are you sure?" Agnes asked, looking scared yet suspecting.
"We won't hurt you, we wouldn't dream of it." Bobby said, not sure if that was the appropriate thing to say, but trying something anyway.
The girl didn't seem convinced.
Only now two orderlies came semi-rushing to the scene, they looked tired, probably because half the staff was out sick as well as the patients, so they had more difficult patients to deal with without a proper staff.
"What are you two doing outside your rooms? And who the hell are you?" One of them asked, pretty cross.
"Take it easy, they came to visit me, their from one of those charity organizations that keep people company, Mary set it up. And Agnes is out of her room because she was afraid, now stop whining and take her back there!" Chris ordered, as if she was the boss in stead of the patient.
"Ma'am, sir, I am sorry but you are going to have to leave, maybe in a week or so when this flu blows over you can return and visit all you want but for now we are just too busy. Albert, you take Agnes and Jane and I'll escort these two out." The orderly that appeared to be in charge said. The other one nodded and stayed silent.
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"So what do we do now?" Monica asked when they stepped out of the hospital building.
"Well, we'll just have to wait another week I guess. But I was thinking, I mean, who knows both TC and Chris better then both of us?" He asked.
"Of course! You are brilliant!" Monica exclaimed
"Don't I know it." Bobby grinned.
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"Cory? Are you there? Well, just call me or Bobby back when you do have time because we have something important to discuss with you. You have my number." Then the beep of the answering machine cut Monica off, she turned to face Bobby "So, no there is nothing left to do but wait." She sighed.
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"Up and at em sunshine!" Mary called, way too cheerful into Chris' still dark room. But Chris didn't stand up, she looked pale and the waste bucket reeked of vomit, yet another victim of the stomach flu.
"Oh, honey, I'll just get you a bucket alright? And some water." Mary said and walked off the nearest supply closest worried out of her mind. Chris wouldn't be able to take her pills and she was very afraid of what might happen because of it.
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THREE DAYS LATER
"WHAT?!?!" Cory yelled in the general direction of Monica and Bobby.
"We just found out and we didn't know what to do, cause she didn't want anyone to know but we feel we should tell someone so. maybe you would know." Bobby stammered, he felt somewhat intimidated under Cory's vicious glare.
"She's gone bonkers?!?" She asked, mad and exasperated at the same time.
"Well, she seemed quite sane when we were there, but that was just for about five minutes and we did most of the talking." Monica said, hoping to avoid most of Cory's anger this way.
"You have seen her." Cory stated, it seemed like she was truly and utterly shocked and didn't know what to say or do.
"Yes, just about five minutes though."
"Well, TC has to know, he has a right to know, why didn't you go to him in the first place?" she asked, and started pacing, mimicking her mind that was racing around in circles as well.
"Because she doesn't want anyone to know, you should have seen her reaction when it was just us!" Bobby protested.
"I have to see her, take me to see her!" Cory ordered, Bobby and Monica shared a look and then nodded to Cory.
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"Sorry miss no one is allowed to visit at the moment, there is a bit of a flu outbreak back there, the natives are a bit restless and we are undermanned, just give me your phone number and I will call you as soon as you can visit." An elderly woman behind the front desk said.
"But I need to see her! She was my best friend and then she suddenly disappeared and now they tell me she ended up here! I HAVE to see her!" Cory pleaded quite desperately.
"Oh dear, what is the patients name, I will look her up and take a look in her stats and tell you what isn't classified, alright?" The woman, very granny like suggested.
"Yes, please thank you. It's Christine Kelly, but she's called Chris." Cory muttered.
"Sorry deary, she isn't here, she isn't in the files." The old woman said, unhappy to bring this bad news.
"Wait, they kept on calling her Jane while we were here last time." Bobby remembered
"Jane? Oh! Jane! She has been here for quite a while now, so her name is Christine Kelly eh? The doctors will be very pleased to hear this now they can finally look up her files. Let's see, she has never been properly diagnosed because no one knows what she is suffering from, we just know it is bad. And that is all I can tell you without breaking confidentiality completely."
"So she is here. How long, can you tell me how long?" Cory pressed.
"Well, I suppose so, 5 years and a couple of weeks." The old lady informed her.
"Promise you will call as soon as we can se her?" Cory asked and the old lady nodded nicely
"Of course dear. Now run along home."
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"Come on Chris, just swallow these, you have to take these pills, just these nothing else. please Chris." Mary begged and held one little yellow pills before her, when Chris turned her head she put the pill in Chris water and watched it dissolve. Then picked up the glass
"Well just make sure you don't dehydrate then will you?" She said and shoved the glass under Chris' face.
"Mary. Why do you want me to eat that pill? Please I'll just throw it up and I heard the other nurses, the dosages aren't right anymore, not now I haven't eaten anything but a few crackers in three days. So just go away, leave me alone, I want to sleep." Chris whined, then she sighed pulled the bucket closer and started retching in it, her stomach was empty already so only very sour spit came out, giving no relief to her sore stomach.
"Chris please. Just do it." Mary pleaded.
"Go away!" Chris yanked the blankets over her head so she wouldn't have to see the water, at the moment even water made her nauseous, she had her better moments when she could eat a cracker or two but now was not one of them.
Mary yanked back the covers and turned Chris face towards her, then forced her mouth open as she was thought in nursing school, she poured the water in now wishing she had kept the pills in their original form. Chris refused to swallow, she knew that something was wrong with this, very wrong. She punched Mary in the face and pushed her off, then spit out the water.
"The hell are you doing?!" she shrieked and backed away from Mary knowing that in her current condition she wouldn't be a match for anyone.
"You need to take your pills!" Mary shouted.
"I can't Mary, I can't." Chris cried out, hoping the only friend she had had for these last few years would understand, and would stop. Chris just didn't understand.
"But this ruins everything." Mary said, and for one second she looked like a fragile little girl.
"I'll get better, even if I don't swallow those pills for a little while." Chris assured her, thinking it was this that Mary was talking about.
"Just stay in your room Chris, and don't talk to anyone but me." Mary told her, then calmly left the room.
That wouldn't be a very hard thing to do, her door was locked and Mary was the only nurse that tended her, the others all had their own little projects, and because of the flu she couldn't see her doctor. Chris crawled back into her warm bed and didn't think about Mary for a long time, she just wanted to sleep and feel better when she woke up.
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AGAIN THREE DAYS LATER
TC was bored, he was sick of paperwork, truly and utterly sick of it, so he had delegated it to Bobby. OK, so it wasn't really fair, at least that man had some form of personal life but then again, life wasn't fair and he hadn't become lieutenant because of the view. Well partly because of the view but mostly so he would be able to do more good, get more power, get paid better and then maybe the view. Now you see just about how bored he was, so his mind started wondering, and wondering and wondering away. Wondering all the way back to his childhood, all the good days and the bad days, he didn't remember most of the average days, then skipped to high school, and onwards yet. Some people say you see your whole life flash by you when you die, well I don't know if that's true but you must have had a pretty short or just way uneventful life because it took TC two hours just to reach 'The good old days' he had a picture of the old team hanging in his office. He had thought they would go on forever at the time, but they didn't.
He sighed and forced his thoughts away, but they lingered on one face in that picture. His wife's, she was still his wife after all. He decided it was too long ago that he had thought about her like that, remembered the happy things. There had been so many happy days, but even more lonely days. It had been a while since he ran her name through the computer, he did that some times, just to know he hadn't given up, that he would be looking for eternity and then some. So it was a huge surprise that anything other then her birth records, military and police files popped up. A hospital. A catholic hospital??? That meant one of two things, 1 she was hurt and had no money to pay for treatment or 2. She had become a nun. He looked at the black letters on the white background, and then dug up the nerve to click on it.
Christine Kelly-Callaway aka Jane Doe.
She had been hiding there, why else would she also be known as Jane Doe? But something had happened, he read on, she had been there the whole time and only now they knew her name. Five years, in a hospital? How serious was this? He read some more, then froze. She was in the mental ward.
Bobby opened the door to TC's office hoping that his LT would take some of the dreadful paperwork back, he was ready to beg and promise he would never make fun of paperwork ever again. But then he saw TC's face he wore the most peculiar expression Bobby had ever seen, it was somewhere between horror, hope fear and joy.
"Boss?" Bobby carefully asked. TC looked around and saw Bobby, the blond man really looked like he had seen a ghost or something.
"Chris. She's in LA! She in LA for heaven's sake!" TC squawked and pointed at the screen as if making Bobby read it would make it more real.
"I've got to go." TC jumped up and rushed out of his office, Bobby chased him out.
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Chris looked somewhat like a skeleton, but she felt better then she had done in a while, she hadn't at any nightmares during her illness that was a new record, she really wanted to talk to her therapist. For the first time in years she was getting her hopes up.
"Chris, are you feeling better?" Mary asked. Chris suspected that she had those two yellow pills with her again so she shook her head, she just didn't trust Mary anymore, she as doubting when she totally ratted on her with the name thing (the whole hospital already knew) and when she kept on trying to force those two little yellow pills into her one way or the other Chris just stopped trusting her completely.
"Are you well enough for some crackers?" Mary asked in her own kind voice.
Chris stomach betrayed her by grumbling right at that moment.
"Just one, I don't want to overdo it." Chris said, but didn't really dare eat the food, like she hadn't dared to eat or drink anything Mary had given her in these last couple of days.
"OK, eat up then." Mary watched Chris intently and for the first time Chris felt she was a hostage not to herself but to her nurse. She let the cracker drop.
"What is in those pills that you want me to have them so badly Mary?" She asked. Mary shook her head.
"Don't worry about it alright?" Then she turned and locked the doors, she calmly turned around again and faced Chris, slowly she walked in her direction. Chris felt the tension rise in a very unpleasant way, the hairs on the back of her neck stood up and her hands balled themselves to fist as if on their own accord.
"You know I had this all planned out, there is just one more thing." Mary gently said.
"What have you planned Mary?" Chris asked, and started backing away.
"Why your destruction of course."
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Well, now you know why I don't like Mary ;) Please review, I live off reviews, now if you'll excuse me, I have another chapter to write :D