Furious and still worried, Mark drove silently in his car on his way to the
police department. Normally he'd be glued to Steve's bedside, but he knew
if he wanted his son to stay alive, that he had to put a stop to Mike
Pearson once and for all.
As he pulled into the parking lot, he noticed a few of Steve's fellow workers giving Mark sympathetic looks and looks of concern. But he didn't need anyone's pity; just justice and the sure fact that his son and anyone else he cared about were out of danger. And as he got out of the car he saw none other than Chief Masters getting out of his own car and making his way inside.
"Chief? May I have a word with you?" Mark asked, running up to him.
Chief masters sighed, and kept walking inside. "Look, Mark, we know what happened with Steve and we're doing all we can to get this guy."
Mark shook his head. "And I don't doubt that for a second. But I want to-"
Chief Masters suddenly stopped with a halt, turned and looked Mark square in the eye. Whenever one of his officers was injured or in trouble he naturally would do anything he could for them. But with a man like Mark Sloan, a brilliant doctor, a great consultant with the police department, and father of one of his top detectives, it was hard to work like normal. He knew that Mark was going to interfere and get this guy no matter what the Chief said. However, that's what made Mark Sloan a great father and police consultant. And in his mind, he knew that with Mark's help, he might get some help he needed.
"Look, Dr. Sloan, I know you want to help us get the guy who did this, but need I remind you what happened the last time you went to have a little discussion with someone who hurt your son? You winded up on death row."
"Chief, come on. That was something involving a lot more people and planning. This is just one guy."
"Yes, and a guy who is not stable."
"Exactly! Which is why he went after my son! Look, I know this guy. I know how he acts, operates, and all the extras. I want to help, I need to help. Please, he could be trying to finish Steve off, or anyone else that I care about!"
The chief sighed and rubbed his head. "Allright. Fine. I'll meet you at the hospital and we can go over some things. I was going to get some security to take there for Steve's room, anyway."
"Thank you, chief," Mark replied, walking quickly to his car.
"Just please don't get in trouble this time, allright?"
For the first time in a long time Mark smiled and held up his hand. "I promise." **
"Hey, Mark," Amanda said as he and the chief made their way into the ICU. "Chief, it's nice to see you, again."
Chief Masters smiled. "Thank you, Dr. Bentley. It's nice to see you as well."
"I imagine those men are for Steve's room?"
Mark nodded. "You've got that right, Amanda. We're not taking any chances. This guy has tried to kill Steve but didn't succeed. Now if I know this guy right, he's not going to stop until either Steve or someone else close to me, like you and Jesse, are killed. You know, it wouldn't help if you guys had some protection, too."
"Mark, we're fine. Just worry about Steve for now, allright?"
Mark slightly nodded, although still concerned. But he always had a way of talking Amanda and Jesse into things, and knew that before long, he wouldn't have to worry a whole lot about those two and Steve being in extreme danger. But he wouldn't feel completely at ease until this man was either locked up for the rest of his life, or dead.
Mark suddenly came back to reality as they finally approached Steve's room, and slowly walked inside- only to find an empty bed.
Mark suddenly felt the color drain from his face and his heart dropped. "Amanda, where's Steve?"
Amanda stood there shocked for a moment. "Uh... I don't know. He was just here an hour ago."
"Dear god, Amanda! You have to know! Where is he?! Where is my son?!"
TBC...
As he pulled into the parking lot, he noticed a few of Steve's fellow workers giving Mark sympathetic looks and looks of concern. But he didn't need anyone's pity; just justice and the sure fact that his son and anyone else he cared about were out of danger. And as he got out of the car he saw none other than Chief Masters getting out of his own car and making his way inside.
"Chief? May I have a word with you?" Mark asked, running up to him.
Chief masters sighed, and kept walking inside. "Look, Mark, we know what happened with Steve and we're doing all we can to get this guy."
Mark shook his head. "And I don't doubt that for a second. But I want to-"
Chief Masters suddenly stopped with a halt, turned and looked Mark square in the eye. Whenever one of his officers was injured or in trouble he naturally would do anything he could for them. But with a man like Mark Sloan, a brilliant doctor, a great consultant with the police department, and father of one of his top detectives, it was hard to work like normal. He knew that Mark was going to interfere and get this guy no matter what the Chief said. However, that's what made Mark Sloan a great father and police consultant. And in his mind, he knew that with Mark's help, he might get some help he needed.
"Look, Dr. Sloan, I know you want to help us get the guy who did this, but need I remind you what happened the last time you went to have a little discussion with someone who hurt your son? You winded up on death row."
"Chief, come on. That was something involving a lot more people and planning. This is just one guy."
"Yes, and a guy who is not stable."
"Exactly! Which is why he went after my son! Look, I know this guy. I know how he acts, operates, and all the extras. I want to help, I need to help. Please, he could be trying to finish Steve off, or anyone else that I care about!"
The chief sighed and rubbed his head. "Allright. Fine. I'll meet you at the hospital and we can go over some things. I was going to get some security to take there for Steve's room, anyway."
"Thank you, chief," Mark replied, walking quickly to his car.
"Just please don't get in trouble this time, allright?"
For the first time in a long time Mark smiled and held up his hand. "I promise." **
"Hey, Mark," Amanda said as he and the chief made their way into the ICU. "Chief, it's nice to see you, again."
Chief Masters smiled. "Thank you, Dr. Bentley. It's nice to see you as well."
"I imagine those men are for Steve's room?"
Mark nodded. "You've got that right, Amanda. We're not taking any chances. This guy has tried to kill Steve but didn't succeed. Now if I know this guy right, he's not going to stop until either Steve or someone else close to me, like you and Jesse, are killed. You know, it wouldn't help if you guys had some protection, too."
"Mark, we're fine. Just worry about Steve for now, allright?"
Mark slightly nodded, although still concerned. But he always had a way of talking Amanda and Jesse into things, and knew that before long, he wouldn't have to worry a whole lot about those two and Steve being in extreme danger. But he wouldn't feel completely at ease until this man was either locked up for the rest of his life, or dead.
Mark suddenly came back to reality as they finally approached Steve's room, and slowly walked inside- only to find an empty bed.
Mark suddenly felt the color drain from his face and his heart dropped. "Amanda, where's Steve?"
Amanda stood there shocked for a moment. "Uh... I don't know. He was just here an hour ago."
"Dear god, Amanda! You have to know! Where is he?! Where is my son?!"
TBC...
