Unlike the paramedics, Nick was stuck in traffic. Those seconds waiting at
red lights were the longest in his life. Pulling into the parking lot, he
jumped out barely remembering to close the door. He pressed the remote lock
and ran inside.
He knew Jo was in the ER at this point and there was no way he could see her. He took this opportunity to call Sara.
"Sidle," she answered.
"Sara? This is Nick. I'm at the hospital. Something's happened and it may have to do with the Morris case. Come quick," he shot out, and hung up. Sara sat staring at the phone, but only for a minute. She had been collecting evidence with Gil, Warrrick, and Catherine, who had showed up after the interview.
"Cath. Nick is at the hospital."
"What?" came in unison from the entire group.
"He just called. Said it could have something to do with this case. Said to come quick." She said, still wondering how a hospital visit could have anything to do with the two dead bodies that had just been removed. But she trusted Nick.
"Well, let's go then! Warrick, Gil, you two better stay here, we'll go," Catherine said, grabbing her kit.
Catherine and Sara left, leaving the men to fend for themselves.
Meanwhile, Jo had gotten out of the ER and was being moved to a room. The doctor was telling Nick her diagnosis. "She sustained a deep lasseration to her left shoulder. She was lucky-an quarter-inch to the right and it would have punctured her heart. She lost a lot of blood, but your daughter should be just fine in a day or two."
After feeling an immense load of relief, he registered what the doctor said. "She's, uh, not my daughter."
"Oh. Where are her parents?" the doctor asked, surprised.
"They're....they're dead. I'm taking care of her," Nick answered, looking at his feet. "Can I see her now?"
"Uh, yes," the doctor said, glad to be off the subject of her parents, "she should be settled in by now. She's in room 413."
Nick thanked the woman and ran up to Jo's room. He burst through the door, scaring the nurse setting up her IV. "Nick?"
"Jo? Are you alright? I was so worried," He said, almost grabbing her in a tight squeeze, but stopping himself just before he could. He took her hand instead.
"I'm okay. Sorry I got blood on your shirt,"she said, half-laughing. Nick began to laugh, dipping his head.
"It's quite alright." She reached up and touched his cheek.
"There's blood on your face." He moved his hand up to hold hers. "And your hands!" she said. He removed his jacket to reveal his bare chest. He turned and showed his back.
"And my back. Don't worry, it washes off. But I'm going to wait just in case it can help for this case."
"Would you like me to get you a shirt, sir?" the nurse asked. Nick nodded. The man left and came back with a white tee, which Nick quickly put on. To Jo's surprise, Sara and Catherine came in at this moment.
"What are you doing here?" Jo asked Catherine, a clear look of surprise on her face.
"Nick called us. What happened? Why is there blood on your hands, Nick?" Sara answered for Cath.
"Jo's been stabbed. May have something to do with her parents." Nick answered.
Sara and Catherine exchanged worried looks. Who could want the entire family dead? And why all on the same night? "Jo, remember when I said we may have to talk again if something came up? Well, something came up." Catherine told her.
"Can we wait until tomorrow? Please, she's been through a lot tonight." Nick pleaded for Jo.
"I guess we can, but we do need to examine her before healing changes the marks." Sara said, matter-of-factly. Before Nick began to protest again, Jo cut in.
"Sure. Go ahead," She said, pulling her hospital gown back to reveal her bandaged shoulder. She saw Nick about to tell her otherwise, but stopped him. "Nick, stop. You know the procedure. You have to preserve all evidence, and the longer you wait the harder it is to solve. I know you want to protect me, but I'll be fine. Really."
Nick sighed and waved Sara on. I like her, Catherine thought. She waved Nick over. He knew, he had to be questioned about what happened. They began talking quietly by the door.
Sara walked closer and carefully removed the bandage. She gingerly began to examine it, trying to be as carefully as possible. She took a few pictures and then went to examine the inside of the wound. When she opened it up Jo let out a yelp.
"OW!"
Nick's brow furrowed. "What happened?" he asked, turning to Sara.
"Sorry. I'm more used to working on D.B.s than live humans," she said, her apology to Nick more that to Jo.
"S'ok," Jo said, wincing a little. "I'm ok. Go ahead," she repeated.
Sara ended her examination with a few more pictures. "I'm done," Sara said. She said thanks to Jo and walked out. Catherine and Nick joined her a minute later.
"So?" Nick asked.
"There wasn't much there. The doctors cleaned her up well. But I could tell that it was a knife that was used, serrated. The cut is about 2 inches wide, and there is an exit wound. That was a long ass knife. The exit wound isn't even like a little puncture from the tip of the knife. There was plenty more of it left. I'm thinking it was inserted up to the hilt, from the bruising and marks around it. She's a lucky girl."
He knew Jo was in the ER at this point and there was no way he could see her. He took this opportunity to call Sara.
"Sidle," she answered.
"Sara? This is Nick. I'm at the hospital. Something's happened and it may have to do with the Morris case. Come quick," he shot out, and hung up. Sara sat staring at the phone, but only for a minute. She had been collecting evidence with Gil, Warrrick, and Catherine, who had showed up after the interview.
"Cath. Nick is at the hospital."
"What?" came in unison from the entire group.
"He just called. Said it could have something to do with this case. Said to come quick." She said, still wondering how a hospital visit could have anything to do with the two dead bodies that had just been removed. But she trusted Nick.
"Well, let's go then! Warrick, Gil, you two better stay here, we'll go," Catherine said, grabbing her kit.
Catherine and Sara left, leaving the men to fend for themselves.
Meanwhile, Jo had gotten out of the ER and was being moved to a room. The doctor was telling Nick her diagnosis. "She sustained a deep lasseration to her left shoulder. She was lucky-an quarter-inch to the right and it would have punctured her heart. She lost a lot of blood, but your daughter should be just fine in a day or two."
After feeling an immense load of relief, he registered what the doctor said. "She's, uh, not my daughter."
"Oh. Where are her parents?" the doctor asked, surprised.
"They're....they're dead. I'm taking care of her," Nick answered, looking at his feet. "Can I see her now?"
"Uh, yes," the doctor said, glad to be off the subject of her parents, "she should be settled in by now. She's in room 413."
Nick thanked the woman and ran up to Jo's room. He burst through the door, scaring the nurse setting up her IV. "Nick?"
"Jo? Are you alright? I was so worried," He said, almost grabbing her in a tight squeeze, but stopping himself just before he could. He took her hand instead.
"I'm okay. Sorry I got blood on your shirt,"she said, half-laughing. Nick began to laugh, dipping his head.
"It's quite alright." She reached up and touched his cheek.
"There's blood on your face." He moved his hand up to hold hers. "And your hands!" she said. He removed his jacket to reveal his bare chest. He turned and showed his back.
"And my back. Don't worry, it washes off. But I'm going to wait just in case it can help for this case."
"Would you like me to get you a shirt, sir?" the nurse asked. Nick nodded. The man left and came back with a white tee, which Nick quickly put on. To Jo's surprise, Sara and Catherine came in at this moment.
"What are you doing here?" Jo asked Catherine, a clear look of surprise on her face.
"Nick called us. What happened? Why is there blood on your hands, Nick?" Sara answered for Cath.
"Jo's been stabbed. May have something to do with her parents." Nick answered.
Sara and Catherine exchanged worried looks. Who could want the entire family dead? And why all on the same night? "Jo, remember when I said we may have to talk again if something came up? Well, something came up." Catherine told her.
"Can we wait until tomorrow? Please, she's been through a lot tonight." Nick pleaded for Jo.
"I guess we can, but we do need to examine her before healing changes the marks." Sara said, matter-of-factly. Before Nick began to protest again, Jo cut in.
"Sure. Go ahead," She said, pulling her hospital gown back to reveal her bandaged shoulder. She saw Nick about to tell her otherwise, but stopped him. "Nick, stop. You know the procedure. You have to preserve all evidence, and the longer you wait the harder it is to solve. I know you want to protect me, but I'll be fine. Really."
Nick sighed and waved Sara on. I like her, Catherine thought. She waved Nick over. He knew, he had to be questioned about what happened. They began talking quietly by the door.
Sara walked closer and carefully removed the bandage. She gingerly began to examine it, trying to be as carefully as possible. She took a few pictures and then went to examine the inside of the wound. When she opened it up Jo let out a yelp.
"OW!"
Nick's brow furrowed. "What happened?" he asked, turning to Sara.
"Sorry. I'm more used to working on D.B.s than live humans," she said, her apology to Nick more that to Jo.
"S'ok," Jo said, wincing a little. "I'm ok. Go ahead," she repeated.
Sara ended her examination with a few more pictures. "I'm done," Sara said. She said thanks to Jo and walked out. Catherine and Nick joined her a minute later.
"So?" Nick asked.
"There wasn't much there. The doctors cleaned her up well. But I could tell that it was a knife that was used, serrated. The cut is about 2 inches wide, and there is an exit wound. That was a long ass knife. The exit wound isn't even like a little puncture from the tip of the knife. There was plenty more of it left. I'm thinking it was inserted up to the hilt, from the bruising and marks around it. She's a lucky girl."