:I'm back from holiday! Awoohoo! The hell is up with the weather? One minute its 100 degrees and now it's chucking it down with rain! As regards to this fanfic, I am overwhelmed by the response I got a couple of weeks ago. So, as a treat for you, it's time to put you all out of your misery and continue where I left off.:
Love and White LiesChapter 7 – Chaos Everywhere
Chandler's eyes widened as he surveyed the scene. It was just chaos everywhere he looked and it didn't look anytime soon that it was going to get better. He felt someone tap him on the shoulder and he turned around to see a police officer staring at him in distress.
"Doctor, I need help now! My colleague has been shot in the leg by one of the thieves. She's in a bad way, help please."
"Take me to her!" Chandler said immediately. He turned to Lowell, "You take care of the injured drivers and I'll see you as soon as I can. Where the hell are the other doctors?!"
"They're on their way Chandler," Lowell replied, "They're caught in the traffic building up at the other end of the area."
Chandler shook his head in disbelief and followed the panicking police officer to the patient.
"You've got to help her!" the officer continued to babble as they weaved their way in and out of injured people lying on the road.
"I'll do my best sir," Chandler promised, "I'll do everything I can to treat your colleague and make her comfortable until she gets to a hospital. Just keep calm and show me where she is."
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"Joey!" Rachel shrieked, staring at the TV in her apartment in shock.
Joey came rushing out of the bathroom and stared wildly at his friend. "What? What?" he asked quickly.
"There's been a accident or something like that up by the National Bank!" Rachel studied the newsflash headlines running across the bottom of the screen, "It's chaos and…and…oh my god they say several people have been shot!" She sat down and buried her head in her hands, "That's why Chandler was called away earlier…he must be down there helping out."
Joey looked worriedly at Rachel, "I sure hope he's ok," he muttered, cracking his knuckles nervously.
"I'm sure he is," Rachel tried to assure him, although privately not entirely sure herself.
"But…but these guys with the guns…have they been caught?" Joey asked after a short silence.
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"This is not good…this is not good," Ross said, pacing around Monica's apartment. "Oh why won't they tell us anything?!" he added, slamming down the phone. For the last three hours Ross had been trying to call every police department in New York for news on his sister. The results had been inconclusive.
"What kind of system does this city have?!" he shouted in frustration, "To not know the whereabouts of their on-duty police officers is inexcusable!"
"Ross, you've got to calm down," Phoebe pleaded, "Maybe no news is good news."
"Yeah right," Ross snorted. He grabbed his jacket and put it on.
"Ross…what are you doing?" Phoebe asked nervously.
"I'm going down there," Ross said with determination, "No sister of mine is getting caught up in that sort of chaos." He walked quickly over to the door.
"Wait, Ross you can't go down there!" Phoebe wailed, racing after her friend as he opened the door and ran down the hallway. "Oh…wait for me!" she yelled.
Fifteen minutes later, the pair was in a cab caught up in traffic. "This is impossible!" Ross moaned, staring out of the window.
"You're telling me," the driver replied grimly, "Apparently there's a lunatic around here with a gun. He's already caused chaos near…"
"We know that!" Ross interrupted, "My sister could be involved!"
The cab swerved a little to the left as the driver stared at Ross in disbelief, "You mean…she's the lunatic?" he exclaimed.
"Of course not!" Phoebe snapped, "More on the lines of the victim. Just get over there as quick as you can! And keep your eyes on the road!"
"Right, whatever you say!" the driver said immediately, staring nervously at his passengers. "Geez of all the passengers I could have, I get a pair who could be related to Al Capone." He muttered, driving through the traffic.
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"Here she is!" the officer pointed to a young looking officer lying on the ground, clutching at her leg in agony.
"Ok, miss, can you tell me your name please?" Chandler said, immediately kneeling down to look at the leg.
"Jody…Jody Clarke." The woman whispered, wincing in pain.
"Stay with me Jody," Chandler told her, seeing that her eyes were closing.
"Is she ok?" the officer behind Chandler whispered, his eyes looking worriedly at his colleague.
Chandler got out his first aid equipment and proceeded to try and stop the heavy bleeding. He turned briefly to the male officer, "Stay back," he ordered, "I need space."
"But you don't understand, she's my girlfriend!" the officer whispered frantically.
Chandler's eyebrows arched in surprise, "Isn't it a offence for officers to get emotionally involved with each other?" he said, checking the woman's pulse.
"Don't tell," the officer, pleaded, "I love her…just, just do everything you can."
"You love her?!" another voice said behind Chandler's head.
The voice seemed strangely familiar to Chandler…but surely it couldn't be…he snapped his head around. "Monica?!" he shouted, his jaw dropping.
"Oh my god…Chandler." Monica muttered, "What are you doing here?"
"I was just about to ask the same question myself," Chandler said, his eyes wide, staring at the uniform that his girlfriend was wearing.
"Excuse me," the male officer cut in, glaring at the pair of them, "but can't you see my girlfriend is in need of medical attention?"
"It's ok sir, everything is under control," Lowell's voice cut in. He dashed to the patient's side, glaring at Chandler in the process. "Maybe you'd better sit this one out," he suggested meaningfully. "Take this guy away from the patient and sit him down. Then sort yourself out and help the other patients!"
"My name is Jon, and I don't want to leave Jody!" the officer said firmly, only to get dragged away by Chandler.
"Chandler, what's going on?" Monica demanded, following the pair to the sidewalk. "Why are you treating that officer?"
"Why are you in a uniform?" Chandler shot back.
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"Oh no…" Phoebe moaned, getting out of the cab and seeing Chandler and Monica in full argument mode.
"What do you mean…oh no?" Ross demanded, "Monica is safe!"
"Yes, but can't you see what's happening?" Phoebe said, gesturing to the couple.
"Oh god…"
"We've got to stop them!" Phoebe said decisively, rushing over.
"I can't believe you never told me you were a cop!" Chandler yelled, "We nearly did it against a tree for crying out loud!"
"If I hadn't been a cop we would've got arrested," Monica shouted back, "And why didn't you tell me you were a doctor?"
"Because as soon as women find out I'm a doctor they never want to get to know me!" Chandler burst out.
"Is that what you really think I would have done?" Monica asked, her voice now soft.
"Well…maybe now I don't," Chandler mumbled. Then he frowned, "Anyway, what was your reason for lying to me then? Go on, I could use a laugh."
"In this case, my reasons were justified." Monica said, her voice now cool, "and proven."
"What do you mean 'justified'?" Chandler demanded. "Proven?"
"Maybe you two should talk about this later," Ross interrupted, looking nervously between the two of them.
"Female cops have a big attitude problem apparently," Monica said sarcastically, ignoring her brother.
Chandler winced. "Ok, um…Mon, I didn't mean to apply that to all female cops," he explained quickly.
"Yes you did!" Monica opposed, "You said 'hate them…hate them'."
Chandler sighed and ran his hands through his hair in frustration, "Ok, yes I did say that and yes, you're right, I did hate female cops!" he yelled, "but my opinion has changed!"
Monica rolled her eyes and turned to face her colleague, Jon, and looked at him with disapproval. "Why didn't you and Jody tell us about your relationship?" she asked.
"This is exactly what I mean," Chandler said, "You cops are all the same, too many questions…not waiting for the answers."
"You keep out of this," Monica ordered, glaring at him.
"Will you two cut it out?" Phoebe begged.
"Pheebs, you shouldn't be here," Monica told her, "You and Ross get out of here now."
"So you talk to your friends like that too huh?" Chandler commented, folding his arms. "Hi Pheebs, nice to see you again." He added, "How's the hand?"
Monica turned on Phoebe, "You knew he was a doctor?" she asked in disbelief, "I can't believe this."
"Hey you're not innocent in this either!" Phoebe exclaimed, "You should have told Chandler the truth about your career too."
"Wait a sec…you knew she was lying to me?!" Chandler cut in, "Why didn't you tell me?"
"This is getting ridiculous," Ross said, "Can't you leave it until later?"
Monica nodded and turned to Chandler, "Look, as you can see here, we've got a critical situation on our hands, maybe we should talk about this later."
"Fine by me," Chandler muttered, walking away.
"Where are you going?" Monica demanded, chasing after him. Chandler turned around and stared at her impatiently.
"I'm going to do my job and help these patients!" he explained, continuing to walk away, "You can do what you like."
"Fine, you do your job, and I'll do my job," Monica shouted. She saw different doctors and officers staring at her. "What are you looking at?" she asked coolly, storming off.
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"You'll be ok now," Chandler assured a patient, taking him to an ambulance and shutting the door. He stepped back and wiped his forehead wearily. It was now 2am and he had been working for 8 hours straight. Looking around, he noticed Paul, the officer who had caught him and Monica in the park, trying to attract his attention. He walked over, wondering what was going on now.
"Doctor, we can't find Monica," Paul explained, "Do you know where she is?"
"No, I haven't seen her for about five hours." Chandler answered, checking his watch, "Right now, I'm not too concerned about it. She'll be somewhere around." He started to walk away but Paul grabbed his arm and stopped him.
"Chandler, I'm not kidding around here," Paul continued, eyeing him seriously, "She's completely disappeared. I'm worried."
Something about Paul's tone of voice bothered Chandler and he immediately started to regret the fight he'd had with Monica earlier that night. "Surely she must be somewhere." He said now, frowning.
Paul shook his head, "My supervisor has been trying to radio in to her for the past two hours and he can't get no reply. It's switched off."
"Oh god, you don't think she's in trouble do you?" Chandler asked quickly, beginning to panic.
Paul shrugged, "The boss doesn't seem to think so, he thinks she's just dodging her duties and gone home. Didn't you have a fight with her or something?"
"Yes but Monica doesn't seem to be the type who would just disappear like that," Chandler said softly. He began to walk quickly to a nearby police car.
"Chandler, what are you going to do?" Paul asked, standing behind him.
Chandler leaned his hand against the car and sighed. "There's something not right here, I know it," he muttered darkly.
The pair stood silently for a moment until Paul suddenly gave a loud gasp. "Oh god…surely not." He whispered.
"What?" Chandler inquired immediately.
"A couple of hours ago a nurse told me she heard noises coming from inside the bank. I told her that was impossible because the building was evacuated hours ago…" he paused and stared worriedly at Chandler, "And the robbers haven't been seen since the guns went off 8 hours ago." He added eventually.
Chandler's eyes widened, "She could be in there with them!" he shouted, "They could have taken her in there against her will!" he ran towards the building.
"Chandler, you don't know that!" Paul said, grabbing his arm. "We don't know anything for sure."
Chandler pulled his arm free and shook his head violently, "I know she's in there," he said fiercely, "Why else would she have her radio turned off?" He stormed across to the building and ran around the back.
"Chandler if you're right and Monica's in there, the last thing she needs is for you to go running in and panicking the robbers!" Paul cried out, catching up to him. "I know about these things. You're not a cop, I am." He pushed Chandler back around the front, "I don't want to restrain you and place you under arrest, but I'll be forced to do that if you don't do as I say." He glared at Chandler meaningfully.
"Fine." Chandler relented, "but we've got to do something."
"The first thing we need to do is to find out if Monica is in there or not," Paul said, "Come with me to the boss, and I'll explain what we're going to do."
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"You can't do this to me!" Monica shouted frantically, feeling the ropes tighten around her wrists. She struggled to get out of the chair and break free, but it was to no advantage…she was trapped.
"Shut up," a blonde headed man said darkly, "We want our money, and we'll get it…"
"So you're going to take a cop hostage?" Monica screamed, tears stinging her eyes.
A short man with red hair glared at the blonde man. "Of all the people you capture, you get her." He whispered savagely to him.
"The cops will want their colleague back, they'll pay up no questions asked." The blonde explained, "Now shut up complaining, I've got everything under control."
"Under control?!" The red head snorted and shook his head, "We've had this woman in here for two hours and still no word from those idiots that they realise she's gone! Under control…you don't know the meaning of that."
"Hey, I'm not the one who caused a multi car pile up outside and dropped the bag of cash!" the blonde shouted back.
"That wouldn't even have happened if you hadn't panicked and started waving your gun around! What happened to the original plan? Take the money and go…that's what I said." The red head folded his arms, "but no…you thought I said after one scream from the bank clerk you could start shooting. You're completely insane… you know that don't you? I'm a common bank thief …not a psychopath and hostage taker! I don't do this sort of thing!"
"I think you're forgetting whom you're talking to," the blonde whispered, waving his gun in the red head's face.
"Oh put that down," the red head said, looking at him in disgust, "God you need help."
Monica closed her eyes as the two criminals continued to argue. She could see no way out of this situation, she just hoped Chandler and her colleagues realised she was gone…and soon.
End of Chapter 7:review, and this will be resolved my little readers! By the way, is this really more addictive than crack? Lol that made me howl with laughter. (read the reviews and you'll know what I'm talking about haha)