"Hold, it, young man! Just what do you think you're doing?"
Steve groaned and sat back down at his bed, then looking up at his father. "Uh... Going for a walk?"
Mark gave him a stern look and gave a slight 'mm-hm', as he started to pull the covers over his son. "Well as much as I like how much enthusiasm you have, son, you're still not going anywhere until I say so."
"But dad, this is the second time I've been in the hospital within just a few months and-"
"Which gives me all the more reason to be concerned about you," Mark replied.
"Dad, come on, I'm fine! Please, just let me go."
Mark shook his head. "Sorry. But I worry a little when my son is put in the hospital after coming an inch away from dying."
"But that was three weeks ago! I'm fine now! Look, you said it yourself dad, there's still a copycat out there trying to kill us and by me being a cop, it's my civic duty to try and catch this guy!"
"Why? So he can succeed in killing you this time?" Jesse said, entering the room. "You know, third time's a charm."
"You're not helping, Jess," he said, glaring at him. "Besides, Mike was the one who hurt me the first time, and someone completely different did it the second time. Plus it probably wasn't just me he wanted killed. All four of us were in that building when it blew up, and this person had to have known that."
"You're right, but I'm still not letting you out of that bed, mister," Mark said.
Jesse scratched his head. "But who would go to such great lengths to get us, and right after Mike died?"
"It would have to have been someone who knew Mike and decided to carry on his revenge after he died," Mark suggested.
"Yeah, but the question now is who? We know that he doesn't have any family left because his cousin he killed was the only living member left," Steve pointed out.
"So how could we possibly find out who it is?" Jesse asked.
"I think I'll go have a talk with Chief Masters," Mark stated, starting to walk out of the room.
"I think I'll go with you," Jesse agreed.
"Okay. We'll see you later tonight, Steve. And you'd better be in that bed when we return," Mark said.
Steve sighed. "Oh, you mean after you're done talking to my boss? Yeah, sure thing, dad."
Steve waited until they were out of sight, and immediately pulled the covers off of him. "They act like I'm totally unable to move or something. Well I'm not just going to sit back and-"
"Steven Michael Sloan, you get back in that bed or I'm putting a guard on your door!" Mark yelled from outside.
Steve suddenly sat down on his bed, and swallowed hard. "Yes, father.." **
"Dr. Sloan, Dr. Travis, how are you?" Chief Masters said later that day at the precinct.
"Doing just fine, Chief," Mark replied with a smile.
"Well good. I hope that explosion didn't affect either of you."
Jesse shook his head. "Aw, just a couple days of bed rest, nothing major though. Now Steve on the other hand.."
The Chief laughed a bit, and sat down behind his desk. "I'm sure he's being as difficult as ever."
"You have no idea. It's never easy having a child as stubborn as on person can get," Mark replied with a grin.
The Chief nodded. "Well that's what makes him one of my top detectives. So, as glad as I am to know that Steve's going to be allright, I know that there's something else you came here to talk about."
"Uh, yes, actually we-"
The Chief held a hand up, stopping Mark in mid-sentence. "Let me guess, you're trying to find out who blew that building since Mike Pearson is now dead?"
"Boy, he sure saw us coming," Jesse replied.
"Well, Chief, can you blame me? I mean, he could have killed us and he almost did kill Steve. If it hadn't been for Jesse, then he would have succeeded in killing my son. And now that Steve is okay.."
"You think this person could try to finalize his project?"
"Well, it really goes without saying, Chief. You know that's what's going to happen. Which is why we need to catch this guy before it's too late."
"And I agree. But how do you suggest we catch this person?"
"Yeah, how are we?" Jesse wondered. "I mean this person isn't going to leave us alone until he or she has succeeded in killing one or all of us."
Mark's eyes suddenly widened as he held up a finger. "Jesse, that's it!"
Jesse looked confused. "What's it?"
"You just gave us the way to catch this person!"
The Chief looked at Mark with the same confused look as Jesse. "How?"
Jesse's smile soon disappeared. "Yeah, how?" **
"Mark?"
Mark and Amanda stood up in the waiting room later that day, concerned looks on both of their faces. "How is he, Jesse?"
Jesse swallowed hard, and quickly wiped his eyes. "Uh, the medicine that we were giving him caused an allergic reaction, and-"
"But how? We've been giving it to him for awhile!" Amanda said.
"Yeah, but this doesn't always affect everyone right away. It's been building up in his system for these past few weeks and it made his heart clog up.."
"No, I don't believe it. He would have been in a lot worse shape if that were the case," Mark stated.
"Sometimes it doesn't always have a strong effect on people until the end, Mark. You should know that."
Mark shook his head. "No, he can't.. I want to see him. I-"
"Mark, please, you have to let me get this out-"
"No! My son is fine! And I want to talk to him!"
"Mark, you can't! Steve is dead!"
TBC...
Steve groaned and sat back down at his bed, then looking up at his father. "Uh... Going for a walk?"
Mark gave him a stern look and gave a slight 'mm-hm', as he started to pull the covers over his son. "Well as much as I like how much enthusiasm you have, son, you're still not going anywhere until I say so."
"But dad, this is the second time I've been in the hospital within just a few months and-"
"Which gives me all the more reason to be concerned about you," Mark replied.
"Dad, come on, I'm fine! Please, just let me go."
Mark shook his head. "Sorry. But I worry a little when my son is put in the hospital after coming an inch away from dying."
"But that was three weeks ago! I'm fine now! Look, you said it yourself dad, there's still a copycat out there trying to kill us and by me being a cop, it's my civic duty to try and catch this guy!"
"Why? So he can succeed in killing you this time?" Jesse said, entering the room. "You know, third time's a charm."
"You're not helping, Jess," he said, glaring at him. "Besides, Mike was the one who hurt me the first time, and someone completely different did it the second time. Plus it probably wasn't just me he wanted killed. All four of us were in that building when it blew up, and this person had to have known that."
"You're right, but I'm still not letting you out of that bed, mister," Mark said.
Jesse scratched his head. "But who would go to such great lengths to get us, and right after Mike died?"
"It would have to have been someone who knew Mike and decided to carry on his revenge after he died," Mark suggested.
"Yeah, but the question now is who? We know that he doesn't have any family left because his cousin he killed was the only living member left," Steve pointed out.
"So how could we possibly find out who it is?" Jesse asked.
"I think I'll go have a talk with Chief Masters," Mark stated, starting to walk out of the room.
"I think I'll go with you," Jesse agreed.
"Okay. We'll see you later tonight, Steve. And you'd better be in that bed when we return," Mark said.
Steve sighed. "Oh, you mean after you're done talking to my boss? Yeah, sure thing, dad."
Steve waited until they were out of sight, and immediately pulled the covers off of him. "They act like I'm totally unable to move or something. Well I'm not just going to sit back and-"
"Steven Michael Sloan, you get back in that bed or I'm putting a guard on your door!" Mark yelled from outside.
Steve suddenly sat down on his bed, and swallowed hard. "Yes, father.." **
"Dr. Sloan, Dr. Travis, how are you?" Chief Masters said later that day at the precinct.
"Doing just fine, Chief," Mark replied with a smile.
"Well good. I hope that explosion didn't affect either of you."
Jesse shook his head. "Aw, just a couple days of bed rest, nothing major though. Now Steve on the other hand.."
The Chief laughed a bit, and sat down behind his desk. "I'm sure he's being as difficult as ever."
"You have no idea. It's never easy having a child as stubborn as on person can get," Mark replied with a grin.
The Chief nodded. "Well that's what makes him one of my top detectives. So, as glad as I am to know that Steve's going to be allright, I know that there's something else you came here to talk about."
"Uh, yes, actually we-"
The Chief held a hand up, stopping Mark in mid-sentence. "Let me guess, you're trying to find out who blew that building since Mike Pearson is now dead?"
"Boy, he sure saw us coming," Jesse replied.
"Well, Chief, can you blame me? I mean, he could have killed us and he almost did kill Steve. If it hadn't been for Jesse, then he would have succeeded in killing my son. And now that Steve is okay.."
"You think this person could try to finalize his project?"
"Well, it really goes without saying, Chief. You know that's what's going to happen. Which is why we need to catch this guy before it's too late."
"And I agree. But how do you suggest we catch this person?"
"Yeah, how are we?" Jesse wondered. "I mean this person isn't going to leave us alone until he or she has succeeded in killing one or all of us."
Mark's eyes suddenly widened as he held up a finger. "Jesse, that's it!"
Jesse looked confused. "What's it?"
"You just gave us the way to catch this person!"
The Chief looked at Mark with the same confused look as Jesse. "How?"
Jesse's smile soon disappeared. "Yeah, how?" **
"Mark?"
Mark and Amanda stood up in the waiting room later that day, concerned looks on both of their faces. "How is he, Jesse?"
Jesse swallowed hard, and quickly wiped his eyes. "Uh, the medicine that we were giving him caused an allergic reaction, and-"
"But how? We've been giving it to him for awhile!" Amanda said.
"Yeah, but this doesn't always affect everyone right away. It's been building up in his system for these past few weeks and it made his heart clog up.."
"No, I don't believe it. He would have been in a lot worse shape if that were the case," Mark stated.
"Sometimes it doesn't always have a strong effect on people until the end, Mark. You should know that."
Mark shook his head. "No, he can't.. I want to see him. I-"
"Mark, please, you have to let me get this out-"
"No! My son is fine! And I want to talk to him!"
"Mark, you can't! Steve is dead!"
TBC...
