The Wind Cries Mommy - Part 2
Black Coffee
Note: All characters belong to Tom Kring, NBC, and everybody in between. But you knew that. On with the show!
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The next thing she knew, she was on a stretcher, Malden was in a body bag, and her father was in handcuffs.
"Daddy," she pleaded. "Don't go. No."
"It'll be alright," assured Max. The fact that he was not resisting just seemed to make things worse.
"Daddy."
Oblivion.
~~~~~
"Macy," Garrett gruffly answered the phone. "Right. Yeah, I'll be right over." He shook his head, and slammed the phone back on its cradle.
"What's going on?" Lily had appeared, leaning on the doorjamb.
"Jordan's in the hospital. Her dad's been hauled in for questioning."
"For." Lily looked at him quizzically.
"Look, Lily, just call Stiles. Jordan's going to need someone to talk to."
"I won't do?"
"I'm not sure even Stiles will do. Woody says she's pretty shaken, going in and out."
She frowned. "Should I tell anyone? Bug and Nige, at least?"
"Yeah, but they can't visit 'til tomorrow."
"Right."
Lily left to spread the news, and Garrett collapsed into his chair, burying his head in his hands. His best M.E. was in the hospital again. This place would be as much a mess as she was, for a while.
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Jordan struggled to open her eyes. It seemed to take eons, but she did it. She was lying on her back, on a flat, hard surface. A slab? Crypt? No.
No, too warm. Too white. She saw the hospital room appear as her vision cleared. There was an I.V. in her arm. A bag of some solution (saline?) hung on a hook above her head. And sitting beside her, there was Woody. His hand was clutching his. She squeezed it.
"Welcome back."
"What's going on?" she asked wearily.
"Well, do you want the short version or the long one?"
"Shouldn't you be working?"
Woody grinned, glad to see that Jordan really was back. "They took me off y. the case. Too personally involved.
"Where's Dad?"
"At the precinct."
"God."
"Yeah, this is a mess."
A matronly nurse poked her head in. "She awake?" she asked Woody.
"Just."
"Should I send the doctor in?"
Woody started to reply, but Jordan interrupted, "I'm a doctor. Just tell me what's going on."
The nurse raised a knowing eyebrow (doctors were indeed bad patients, and this one was no exception to that rule), but relented. "Well, I'll debrief you while I take your vitals. How's that?"
"That's fine."
~~~~~
This looked bad. This WAS bad. Max squirmed in the uncomfortable interrogation room chair. Should be used to this, he rebuked himself. Never can get used to this.
No one had so much as offered him a coffee. He sorely needed a scotch, actually, but a coffee would do.
~~~~~
Rene Walcott watched him through the one-sided glass. She decided to let him stew in his own juices for a little while longer before questioning.
But, then, there was no need to make him go thirsty. She sent a deputy into the room with a mug of weak java and a glass of water.
Note: All characters belong to Tom Kring, NBC, and everybody in between. But you knew that. On with the show!
~~~~~
The next thing she knew, she was on a stretcher, Malden was in a body bag, and her father was in handcuffs.
"Daddy," she pleaded. "Don't go. No."
"It'll be alright," assured Max. The fact that he was not resisting just seemed to make things worse.
"Daddy."
Oblivion.
~~~~~
"Macy," Garrett gruffly answered the phone. "Right. Yeah, I'll be right over." He shook his head, and slammed the phone back on its cradle.
"What's going on?" Lily had appeared, leaning on the doorjamb.
"Jordan's in the hospital. Her dad's been hauled in for questioning."
"For." Lily looked at him quizzically.
"Look, Lily, just call Stiles. Jordan's going to need someone to talk to."
"I won't do?"
"I'm not sure even Stiles will do. Woody says she's pretty shaken, going in and out."
She frowned. "Should I tell anyone? Bug and Nige, at least?"
"Yeah, but they can't visit 'til tomorrow."
"Right."
Lily left to spread the news, and Garrett collapsed into his chair, burying his head in his hands. His best M.E. was in the hospital again. This place would be as much a mess as she was, for a while.
~~~~~
Jordan struggled to open her eyes. It seemed to take eons, but she did it. She was lying on her back, on a flat, hard surface. A slab? Crypt? No.
No, too warm. Too white. She saw the hospital room appear as her vision cleared. There was an I.V. in her arm. A bag of some solution (saline?) hung on a hook above her head. And sitting beside her, there was Woody. His hand was clutching his. She squeezed it.
"Welcome back."
"What's going on?" she asked wearily.
"Well, do you want the short version or the long one?"
"Shouldn't you be working?"
Woody grinned, glad to see that Jordan really was back. "They took me off y. the case. Too personally involved.
"Where's Dad?"
"At the precinct."
"God."
"Yeah, this is a mess."
A matronly nurse poked her head in. "She awake?" she asked Woody.
"Just."
"Should I send the doctor in?"
Woody started to reply, but Jordan interrupted, "I'm a doctor. Just tell me what's going on."
The nurse raised a knowing eyebrow (doctors were indeed bad patients, and this one was no exception to that rule), but relented. "Well, I'll debrief you while I take your vitals. How's that?"
"That's fine."
~~~~~
This looked bad. This WAS bad. Max squirmed in the uncomfortable interrogation room chair. Should be used to this, he rebuked himself. Never can get used to this.
No one had so much as offered him a coffee. He sorely needed a scotch, actually, but a coffee would do.
~~~~~
Rene Walcott watched him through the one-sided glass. She decided to let him stew in his own juices for a little while longer before questioning.
But, then, there was no need to make him go thirsty. She sent a deputy into the room with a mug of weak java and a glass of water.