Note: Okay, I just first of all wanted to apologize for not having enough
description in my story, and not having it be as good as it should be. It's
just that some of the chapters I wrote I wrote in like 10-15 minutes just
so I wouldn't haven't you guys wait for another chapter for so long,
because I felt guilty for waiting so long before. And I guess now I should
wait instead until I have enough time to write some description. And as far
as the spelling goes, sorry about the 'paleontologist' thing, I guess I got
a little mixed up on my doctor titles, lol! I guess I'm not thinking
extremely clearly, but uh thanks to Cass for the point out and thank you
for not making fun of me for it, lol! You sound like you have a good sense
of humor.:-) As for whoever 'M' is though, get a life and learn what
constructive criticism is! Because you calling my story one dimensional and
deadly dull is just plain rude and would not be categorized as constructive
criticism. If you don't like my story then fine, but keep in mind that it's
not like I'm writing for a Pulitzer prize or anything, it's just an
internet story based on a tv show. And I could care less on what you think,
because I have 52 other people who seem to like my story even WITH
dialogue, gasp! So I'll write for them, and anyone else who likes my
stories. Anyway, here's the next chapter, I hope it's better than the last
few, and I want to shout a big thank you to those who are faithful to this
story! You all are awesome!! Enjoy!!:-)
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"How is he, dad?"
Steve could hear his father sigh over the phone, and relaxed a little. He usually had a knack for distinguishing certain sounds or singles from Mark, and often could read him before he could say a word. And with the certain sigh he heard from his dad just now, was one that usually meant he was upset; yet there was good news coming.
As the silence over the line became too much, Steve broke out of his thoughts and spoke up once more. "Dad?"
"Well," Mark began, in a worried and tiresome tone, something that made Steve tense up once more on the other end. "He's fine. He got shot in the shoulder. Fortunately, it didn't get near any major arteries or organs and the bullet went straight through, so we didn't have to do any surgery."
"Ouch," Steve said, trying not to think about how much that hurt from personal experience. "Poor Jesse."
"Yeah... This guy wants us to know that he means business; and just as well as Mike ever did... Maybe even better," Mark stated.
"Well I for one, am getting sick of it," Steve broke in. "We need to catch this guy, dad, and NOW."
"You don't have to tell me twice, son. But we have to be careful. I mean, he's already come close to killing you, and now Jesse. And now Amanda could be next."
"The same pattern of Mike Pearson."
The words hung in the air for a few moments as both a concerned father and son pondered their worried thoughts in their heads. Malcolm and Ian Trainer, Carter and Caitlin Sweeny, among the other hundreds of enemies they had were never this twisted and delusional. But then again, twisted and delusional were right up their ally for solving the cases that needed to be solved. This one, however, was going to be a little trickier than most.
"So uh, when is Jesse being released?" Steve asked suddenly, wanting to forget about that for the time being.
"Tomorrow," Mark replied. "You know, to just see if it's not as serious as we thought."
"Mm, I know that feeling."
"Yes, but unlike you, son, he's a good boy and stays in bed like he's supposed to."
Steve snickered a bit. "Well, yeah, he doesn't have much choice with being hopped up on pain killers and sedatives. Plus all the nurses."
"That's never stopped you though," Mark responded with a slight laugh.
Steve sighed. "Yeah, sure, insult the dead guy."
"Oh, how are you with that, by the way?" Mark asked, a bit of a worried tone in his voice.
"I'm fine, dad. And as you can see, my senses are as keen as ever."
"I know, I know. If you hadn't of called that ambulance for Jesse, then he could have bled to death. You saved his live, son."
"Right, well, I do what I can. And now what I'm going to do is request that you go home and bring Amanda with you. In fact, have her stay there for the time being, so I can keep an eye on both of you."
Mark sighed. He knew that Steve was probably for once feeling left out, as well as bored with the currant situation he was in. "Look, Steve, you don't have to worry, Amanda and I will be-"
"Dad, please, do this for me. I would really feel better if you did. Otherwise I would go nuts."
Mark hesitated a moment and rubbed his forehead. "Allright, I'll talk to Amanda after my shift's over."
"Thanks, dad. Have her send CJ and Dion to her mom's or something, and get her over here right away. Oh, and call security there and put some guards on Jesse's door. I'll call Chief Masters and have him send over a couple of uniforms later."
"Allright, I'll call you when we get home tonight. Bye, son."
"Bye, dad." **
"Mm... So I'm lying there dreaming about all these nurses turning into Victoria Secret models right before my very eyes, right? And then I wake up and one of my nurses was dressed in this sexy little dress with wings, just like the models had, I start freaking out, so she hugs me, calms me down and says she was dressed for a costume party at her cousin's house. I mean, how wild is that?!"
"Pretty wild," Amanda said with her head propped up on her hand, watching Jesse scarf down some potato chips and dip like there was no stopping him. "Glad to know you got your appetite back," she stated with bored tone.
"Thanks! So uh... what's for dinner?"
Amanda quietly rolled her eyes as Mark came to the table setting a big plate of ribs before them. "Dig in, everyone. I cooked some good old- fashioned Bob's ribs. Kind of missed them."
Jesse rubbed his hands together eagerly and dug in, while Amanda put some salad on her plate and started off on that.
For a few moments, everyone pondered their own thoughts as they ate, hoping that while the three were enjoying a peaceful meal that Steve was doing allright on his own. **
"Aw, another perfect couple walking hand and hand on the beach, as the lonely 'dead' bachelor hides out here all by his lon- Wait a minute, what do we have here?"
In the next moment, Steve looked over at his father's house through the binoculars carefully watching as he saw a suspicious truck move close to his father's house and park near it, then seeing two big rifles in two guy's hands as they finished getting ready for their entrance on his dad's home.
"Damn it!" Steve said out loud, as he grabbed the phone and started dialing his dad's number, soon hearing a dial tone. "Come on, dad, answer!"
"Sorry, but daddy has other plans," a low voice said from behind him. "With me."
Steve was then unable to focus anymore as he felt a hard object on the back of his skull and in the next few moments suddenly plunged into darkness. **
"So what's for desert?" Jesse asked eagerly, putting his napkin on top of his plate.
"Glad to know this injury didn't affect your appetite," Amanda replied with a mumble.
Mark grinned. "Actually, I'm going to make some desert right now if you two would like to go rest comfortably in the living room."
"Allright," Amanda agreed. "But you had better hurry, you understand me?"
Mark smiled and held up his hand. "I promise."
Mark then turned to go make the desert when the ringing of the phone interrupted him. "Hello, Mark Sloan. Hello?"
Amanda stayed behind looking a bit worried at Mark's expression, and broke in. "Mark? Who is it?"
Mark shook his head. "I don't know... I heard breathing, then the phone dropping and a dial tone."
"Mark, you don't think it's-"
Amanda was soon interrupted when the lights went out, making her tense up gradually. "Mark? Mark?!"
"Hey, what the hell is going on here?!" Jesse shouted from the living room.
Mark then heard the same voice from the phone call at the explosion site a couple of months ago and cringed. "Tick tock, doc. We've been playing the game and guess what? You lose!"
Mark then jumped when the next sound that filled his once happy home, was a single gunshot echoing throughout the house.
TBC...
"How is he, dad?"
Steve could hear his father sigh over the phone, and relaxed a little. He usually had a knack for distinguishing certain sounds or singles from Mark, and often could read him before he could say a word. And with the certain sigh he heard from his dad just now, was one that usually meant he was upset; yet there was good news coming.
As the silence over the line became too much, Steve broke out of his thoughts and spoke up once more. "Dad?"
"Well," Mark began, in a worried and tiresome tone, something that made Steve tense up once more on the other end. "He's fine. He got shot in the shoulder. Fortunately, it didn't get near any major arteries or organs and the bullet went straight through, so we didn't have to do any surgery."
"Ouch," Steve said, trying not to think about how much that hurt from personal experience. "Poor Jesse."
"Yeah... This guy wants us to know that he means business; and just as well as Mike ever did... Maybe even better," Mark stated.
"Well I for one, am getting sick of it," Steve broke in. "We need to catch this guy, dad, and NOW."
"You don't have to tell me twice, son. But we have to be careful. I mean, he's already come close to killing you, and now Jesse. And now Amanda could be next."
"The same pattern of Mike Pearson."
The words hung in the air for a few moments as both a concerned father and son pondered their worried thoughts in their heads. Malcolm and Ian Trainer, Carter and Caitlin Sweeny, among the other hundreds of enemies they had were never this twisted and delusional. But then again, twisted and delusional were right up their ally for solving the cases that needed to be solved. This one, however, was going to be a little trickier than most.
"So uh, when is Jesse being released?" Steve asked suddenly, wanting to forget about that for the time being.
"Tomorrow," Mark replied. "You know, to just see if it's not as serious as we thought."
"Mm, I know that feeling."
"Yes, but unlike you, son, he's a good boy and stays in bed like he's supposed to."
Steve snickered a bit. "Well, yeah, he doesn't have much choice with being hopped up on pain killers and sedatives. Plus all the nurses."
"That's never stopped you though," Mark responded with a slight laugh.
Steve sighed. "Yeah, sure, insult the dead guy."
"Oh, how are you with that, by the way?" Mark asked, a bit of a worried tone in his voice.
"I'm fine, dad. And as you can see, my senses are as keen as ever."
"I know, I know. If you hadn't of called that ambulance for Jesse, then he could have bled to death. You saved his live, son."
"Right, well, I do what I can. And now what I'm going to do is request that you go home and bring Amanda with you. In fact, have her stay there for the time being, so I can keep an eye on both of you."
Mark sighed. He knew that Steve was probably for once feeling left out, as well as bored with the currant situation he was in. "Look, Steve, you don't have to worry, Amanda and I will be-"
"Dad, please, do this for me. I would really feel better if you did. Otherwise I would go nuts."
Mark hesitated a moment and rubbed his forehead. "Allright, I'll talk to Amanda after my shift's over."
"Thanks, dad. Have her send CJ and Dion to her mom's or something, and get her over here right away. Oh, and call security there and put some guards on Jesse's door. I'll call Chief Masters and have him send over a couple of uniforms later."
"Allright, I'll call you when we get home tonight. Bye, son."
"Bye, dad." **
"Mm... So I'm lying there dreaming about all these nurses turning into Victoria Secret models right before my very eyes, right? And then I wake up and one of my nurses was dressed in this sexy little dress with wings, just like the models had, I start freaking out, so she hugs me, calms me down and says she was dressed for a costume party at her cousin's house. I mean, how wild is that?!"
"Pretty wild," Amanda said with her head propped up on her hand, watching Jesse scarf down some potato chips and dip like there was no stopping him. "Glad to know you got your appetite back," she stated with bored tone.
"Thanks! So uh... what's for dinner?"
Amanda quietly rolled her eyes as Mark came to the table setting a big plate of ribs before them. "Dig in, everyone. I cooked some good old- fashioned Bob's ribs. Kind of missed them."
Jesse rubbed his hands together eagerly and dug in, while Amanda put some salad on her plate and started off on that.
For a few moments, everyone pondered their own thoughts as they ate, hoping that while the three were enjoying a peaceful meal that Steve was doing allright on his own. **
"Aw, another perfect couple walking hand and hand on the beach, as the lonely 'dead' bachelor hides out here all by his lon- Wait a minute, what do we have here?"
In the next moment, Steve looked over at his father's house through the binoculars carefully watching as he saw a suspicious truck move close to his father's house and park near it, then seeing two big rifles in two guy's hands as they finished getting ready for their entrance on his dad's home.
"Damn it!" Steve said out loud, as he grabbed the phone and started dialing his dad's number, soon hearing a dial tone. "Come on, dad, answer!"
"Sorry, but daddy has other plans," a low voice said from behind him. "With me."
Steve was then unable to focus anymore as he felt a hard object on the back of his skull and in the next few moments suddenly plunged into darkness. **
"So what's for desert?" Jesse asked eagerly, putting his napkin on top of his plate.
"Glad to know this injury didn't affect your appetite," Amanda replied with a mumble.
Mark grinned. "Actually, I'm going to make some desert right now if you two would like to go rest comfortably in the living room."
"Allright," Amanda agreed. "But you had better hurry, you understand me?"
Mark smiled and held up his hand. "I promise."
Mark then turned to go make the desert when the ringing of the phone interrupted him. "Hello, Mark Sloan. Hello?"
Amanda stayed behind looking a bit worried at Mark's expression, and broke in. "Mark? Who is it?"
Mark shook his head. "I don't know... I heard breathing, then the phone dropping and a dial tone."
"Mark, you don't think it's-"
Amanda was soon interrupted when the lights went out, making her tense up gradually. "Mark? Mark?!"
"Hey, what the hell is going on here?!" Jesse shouted from the living room.
Mark then heard the same voice from the phone call at the explosion site a couple of months ago and cringed. "Tick tock, doc. We've been playing the game and guess what? You lose!"
Mark then jumped when the next sound that filled his once happy home, was a single gunshot echoing throughout the house.
TBC...
