The Wind Cries Mommy - Part 5
Season of the Witch
Note: All characters belong to Tom Kring, NBC, and everybody in between. But you knew that. On with the show!
Lily wondered why Garrett had bothered to try again. She'd already tried to get hold of Dr. Stiles. Doesn't he trust me? she asked herself. Yes, he does, but he also knows I want to go see Jordan. But I want to see her as a friend, a listening ear, not a counselor.
She was in the process of turning on her heels to clarify things for Garrett, when But ran into her.
"Where are you going in such a hurry?" she laughed.
"I was going to ask you the same question, but if you must know, I need to get some supplies for autopsy."
"New one came in?"
"Yeah, and you wouldn't believe it, either."
"Try me."
"Well, you know that bus crash in Framingham?"
"Yes, it's tragic. Why?"
"All the victims of the crash. . . Their bodies went to Worcester for examination."
"Right. . ." Lily nodded, and raised her eyebrows, wishing Bug would just get to the point."
"So, they were supposed to take Tom Malden's autopsy, but now they can't, and, well. . . we're doing it, now."
"Bug, I never thought I'd say this, but I'm glad Jordan's in the hospital right now."
"Is that where you're headed in such a hurry?"
"Well. . . yeah."
"Look, don't tell her, alright?"
"I won't, Bug, I promise."
~~~~~
As Lily knocked on the door, she wished again that Jordan could just get an in-hospital psychiatrist. You're here as a friend, Lily, don't forget that, she reminded herself yet again.
"Come in." Jordan's voice was muffled, but audible, and Lily entered the room. Jordan brightened as she saw her. "Gosh, thanks for coming." She eyed the muffin. "That for me? I hope so. Hospital food isn't exactly gourmet." Lily noticed that the meal tray was completely untouched, and set the muffin upon it.
"You didn't even try the . . ." Lily picked up a small plastic container, opened it, and sniffed. ". . . creamed corn?" She wrinkled her nose, and set it back on the tray. "Okay, I see what you mean. At least try the salad?" Jordan lifted the lid from the salad dish. Limp lettuce, anemic tomatoes, and parched carrots made up the bulk of it. Lily smiled.
"So what is this about, anyway?" Jordan asked, a little suspicious. Small talk always seemed to precede psychoanalysis, or whatever it was.
Lily was astonished. "I'm here as a friend, and, also, Garrett sent me with the muffin."
"He wants you to counsel me."
"He never said that. Honestly, I'm not qualified."
Jordon snorted in disbelief. "Just get me out of here, Lily."
"It's not my call. If I thought you'd be in here for any length of time, I'd have brought flowers."
"Yeah, Lily. Look, just go, okay? You brought the muffin, your job is done here."
Lily bit her lip. She was taken aback, but decided it was best to leave the woman in peace.
~~~~~
Woody sidled up to Renee Walcott as she watched Max, frustrated. She had gotten nowhere with the guy. She looked at Woody up and down. "About time you showed up. Want to try your hand at interrogation? You caught the guy."
He raised his eyebrows. "No. No, I can't do that."
"Oh, and why not?" Check, she thought.
"I. . . uh." Woody scratched the back of his head. "I know the guy, go to his bar."
"Why should that stop you? He's a cop killer."
"We don't know that." Woody, you're playing right into her claws, he warned himself.
"Evidence suggests it. There isn't a," she paused, half-smiling, "conflict of interest, is there? Don't lie."
"Look, that doesn't matter."
"If it doesn't matter, why don't you question him? Get in there."
"I. . . I can't, okay? I can't do that."
Checkmate.
Season of the Witch
Note: All characters belong to Tom Kring, NBC, and everybody in between. But you knew that. On with the show!
Lily wondered why Garrett had bothered to try again. She'd already tried to get hold of Dr. Stiles. Doesn't he trust me? she asked herself. Yes, he does, but he also knows I want to go see Jordan. But I want to see her as a friend, a listening ear, not a counselor.
She was in the process of turning on her heels to clarify things for Garrett, when But ran into her.
"Where are you going in such a hurry?" she laughed.
"I was going to ask you the same question, but if you must know, I need to get some supplies for autopsy."
"New one came in?"
"Yeah, and you wouldn't believe it, either."
"Try me."
"Well, you know that bus crash in Framingham?"
"Yes, it's tragic. Why?"
"All the victims of the crash. . . Their bodies went to Worcester for examination."
"Right. . ." Lily nodded, and raised her eyebrows, wishing Bug would just get to the point."
"So, they were supposed to take Tom Malden's autopsy, but now they can't, and, well. . . we're doing it, now."
"Bug, I never thought I'd say this, but I'm glad Jordan's in the hospital right now."
"Is that where you're headed in such a hurry?"
"Well. . . yeah."
"Look, don't tell her, alright?"
"I won't, Bug, I promise."
~~~~~
As Lily knocked on the door, she wished again that Jordan could just get an in-hospital psychiatrist. You're here as a friend, Lily, don't forget that, she reminded herself yet again.
"Come in." Jordan's voice was muffled, but audible, and Lily entered the room. Jordan brightened as she saw her. "Gosh, thanks for coming." She eyed the muffin. "That for me? I hope so. Hospital food isn't exactly gourmet." Lily noticed that the meal tray was completely untouched, and set the muffin upon it.
"You didn't even try the . . ." Lily picked up a small plastic container, opened it, and sniffed. ". . . creamed corn?" She wrinkled her nose, and set it back on the tray. "Okay, I see what you mean. At least try the salad?" Jordan lifted the lid from the salad dish. Limp lettuce, anemic tomatoes, and parched carrots made up the bulk of it. Lily smiled.
"So what is this about, anyway?" Jordan asked, a little suspicious. Small talk always seemed to precede psychoanalysis, or whatever it was.
Lily was astonished. "I'm here as a friend, and, also, Garrett sent me with the muffin."
"He wants you to counsel me."
"He never said that. Honestly, I'm not qualified."
Jordon snorted in disbelief. "Just get me out of here, Lily."
"It's not my call. If I thought you'd be in here for any length of time, I'd have brought flowers."
"Yeah, Lily. Look, just go, okay? You brought the muffin, your job is done here."
Lily bit her lip. She was taken aback, but decided it was best to leave the woman in peace.
~~~~~
Woody sidled up to Renee Walcott as she watched Max, frustrated. She had gotten nowhere with the guy. She looked at Woody up and down. "About time you showed up. Want to try your hand at interrogation? You caught the guy."
He raised his eyebrows. "No. No, I can't do that."
"Oh, and why not?" Check, she thought.
"I. . . uh." Woody scratched the back of his head. "I know the guy, go to his bar."
"Why should that stop you? He's a cop killer."
"We don't know that." Woody, you're playing right into her claws, he warned himself.
"Evidence suggests it. There isn't a," she paused, half-smiling, "conflict of interest, is there? Don't lie."
"Look, that doesn't matter."
"If it doesn't matter, why don't you question him? Get in there."
"I. . . I can't, okay? I can't do that."
Checkmate.