"Well, lookie what we have here," Scott drawled, dropping his hand. He slid into the apartment past Cameron. "Telekinetic, are we Dr. Lewis?"
"I believe you meant 'telepathic'," the psychiatrist corrected. "'Telekinetic' is moving things with the mind; 'telepathic' is reading other's thoughts." Smiling sardonically, he turned to 'Kristina'. "Is this what you meant when you said I had an attitude problem?"
'Kristina' rolled her eyes and said nothing.
"What's wrong, Alexis?" Scott asked. "Cat got your tongue?"
"I'm not Alexis," 'Kristina' snapped. "Alexis isn't here anymore."
Scott now rolled his eyes. "Are you really buying this, Lewis? I mean, I know Alexis Davis is a bit crazy, but this little game of hers is getting rediculous."
"It's not a game, Scott," Cameron warned. "Alexis has a very real mental disorder, and if you don't allow her to get help quickly, the 'Kristina' personality could take over permanently."
"Oh, save it," Scott snapped. "I don't know what this headcase of a soon-to-be former lawyer told you, but harboring her could lead to an accessory to murder charge. You wouldn't want that, would you Cameron?"
Cameron kept his voice even. "I'm aware of the law, Scott. My question is, are you? Because if you were, you'd know that depriving this woman of medical care that she needs is a violation of her civil rights. That wouldn't look too good for a D.A. to be caught abusing the mentally ill, would it?"
Scott rolled his eyes, and poked his head out into the hallway. "Okay, arrest her," he called to some cops who were standing just outside.
"You don't want to do this Scott," Cameron warned.
"The hell I don't," Scott spat.
Meanwhile, 'Kristina' did not want to go to jail.
"No," she said, struggling against the handcuffs that one officer was trying to put on her. "No, I won't go to jail. I won't let you make my sister pay for what she didn't do."
"Drop the act, Alexis," Scott said smugly.
"I'm. Not. Alexis." 'Kristina' said through gritted teeth. Finally, she broke free of the policemen, picked a pocket knife up from an end table, and lunged at Scott. "You did this to her," she cried. "You nearly killed my sister's baby when you let that bastard Alcazar go free. She wouldn't have gone into labor early if it wasn't for all the stress she was under from that damn murder case. There should never have been a case. I wouldn't have had to do it if you couldn't have done your damn job!"
Cameron pulled 'Kristina' off of Scott, and tore the knife from her hands. "Get back," he cautioned the police.
'Kristina' looked around, trying to find a way out. There wasn't one. Scott, visibly shaken, was blocking the door, and there were cops all around the apartment. She couldn't escape. There was nothing she could do. Once she realized this, she leaned into Cameron's shirt, sobbing. Then, she was gone.
Cameron noticed a subtle change in her immediately. "Alexis?" he asked carefully. "Is it you?"
Alexis nodded, still crying. "It's me, Cameron. I'm here."
She picked her head up, looking at him. He leaned in, slowly at first, and did something nobody had expected. He kissed her.
Scott, along with half the PCPD, stood around, afraid to move. Unsure of what to do, they stayed put, and watched as he held her. For the first time since he'd met her, he felt like he was really holding her, Alexis, completely unguarded.
He had finally gotten to her.
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A/N: Well, it took a while, but I finally finished it. Did it rock? Suck? Let me know. Review and I'll do a happy snoopy dance.
"I believe you meant 'telepathic'," the psychiatrist corrected. "'Telekinetic' is moving things with the mind; 'telepathic' is reading other's thoughts." Smiling sardonically, he turned to 'Kristina'. "Is this what you meant when you said I had an attitude problem?"
'Kristina' rolled her eyes and said nothing.
"What's wrong, Alexis?" Scott asked. "Cat got your tongue?"
"I'm not Alexis," 'Kristina' snapped. "Alexis isn't here anymore."
Scott now rolled his eyes. "Are you really buying this, Lewis? I mean, I know Alexis Davis is a bit crazy, but this little game of hers is getting rediculous."
"It's not a game, Scott," Cameron warned. "Alexis has a very real mental disorder, and if you don't allow her to get help quickly, the 'Kristina' personality could take over permanently."
"Oh, save it," Scott snapped. "I don't know what this headcase of a soon-to-be former lawyer told you, but harboring her could lead to an accessory to murder charge. You wouldn't want that, would you Cameron?"
Cameron kept his voice even. "I'm aware of the law, Scott. My question is, are you? Because if you were, you'd know that depriving this woman of medical care that she needs is a violation of her civil rights. That wouldn't look too good for a D.A. to be caught abusing the mentally ill, would it?"
Scott rolled his eyes, and poked his head out into the hallway. "Okay, arrest her," he called to some cops who were standing just outside.
"You don't want to do this Scott," Cameron warned.
"The hell I don't," Scott spat.
Meanwhile, 'Kristina' did not want to go to jail.
"No," she said, struggling against the handcuffs that one officer was trying to put on her. "No, I won't go to jail. I won't let you make my sister pay for what she didn't do."
"Drop the act, Alexis," Scott said smugly.
"I'm. Not. Alexis." 'Kristina' said through gritted teeth. Finally, she broke free of the policemen, picked a pocket knife up from an end table, and lunged at Scott. "You did this to her," she cried. "You nearly killed my sister's baby when you let that bastard Alcazar go free. She wouldn't have gone into labor early if it wasn't for all the stress she was under from that damn murder case. There should never have been a case. I wouldn't have had to do it if you couldn't have done your damn job!"
Cameron pulled 'Kristina' off of Scott, and tore the knife from her hands. "Get back," he cautioned the police.
'Kristina' looked around, trying to find a way out. There wasn't one. Scott, visibly shaken, was blocking the door, and there were cops all around the apartment. She couldn't escape. There was nothing she could do. Once she realized this, she leaned into Cameron's shirt, sobbing. Then, she was gone.
Cameron noticed a subtle change in her immediately. "Alexis?" he asked carefully. "Is it you?"
Alexis nodded, still crying. "It's me, Cameron. I'm here."
She picked her head up, looking at him. He leaned in, slowly at first, and did something nobody had expected. He kissed her.
Scott, along with half the PCPD, stood around, afraid to move. Unsure of what to do, they stayed put, and watched as he held her. For the first time since he'd met her, he felt like he was really holding her, Alexis, completely unguarded.
He had finally gotten to her.
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A/N: Well, it took a while, but I finally finished it. Did it rock? Suck? Let me know. Review and I'll do a happy snoopy dance.
