They hurried over to Frank and crowded around him.
"Frank! Wake up!" Monica told him as she gently touched his shoulder.
They heard a moan come from the man as he slowly tried to climb to his feet. Jake and Cody reached out to help and they brought Frank to the couch, where they found a graze on his left upper arm.
"Frank, are you alright?" asked Alex.
"I'll be fine," he replied, breathing heavily. "Now where do we go from here? The tape doesn't help us and neither does the info that Cody found."
"We'll figure that out later Frank. Now, I think we should get you to a hospital and get that injury checked. Remember the last time you got shot? That was bad enough atop your other injuries from that bomb blast," Jake told him with an 'uh-huh' in his voice.
"I told you I'll be fine. We have to find proof that Mika had nothing to do with any of this," Frank said in a quiet voice.
"We will Frank but we can't do that if you're dead or unconscious, unable to help us," Alex told him.
The four looked at each other, all of them knowing that he should really see a doctor as he slowly tried to climb to his feet.
"Frank, don't. Take it easy for the moment while we gather what we need before we go to the police station," Jake said to him as he and Cody held him down in a sitting position.
Frank reluctantly obeyed as the others gather a few things. Cody grabbed the information he got earlier, even though he knew that the others didn't think it was important.
"Cody, that isn't going to help us," Jake told him.
"You don't think so, but I do! I think some of Michelle's intuition is starting to rub off on me. I keep thinking that it will help us somehow," Cody replied as he took one final gaze over the names before putting the sheets under his arm.
Alex glanced over at Frank, who now had his eyes closed. 'That's odd,' she thought as she cautiously walked up to the man. She gently shook his shoulder to find he didn't awaken by her movement or even her touch.
"Um, guys, we might have a problem here!" she called over to the others.
They hurried over to Alex and Frank to find him with his eyes closed and limp on the couch.
"We should get him to the hospital!" Alex cried.
A groan came from Frank as they looked at him. Jake grabbed Frank's arm to find the sleeve wet with blood. He gasped once he saw that the couch was filled with the red liquid.
"He's passed out from the amount of blood he's lost! Cody, help me get him into the car. We have to get him there right now!" Jake said as Cody handed his papers to Monica.
They got Frank to his feet and the man stumbled a bit.
"This is bad!" Cody exclaimed as they took Frank out to the car.
They drove to the hospital and quickly brought Frank inside.
"What happened?" asked a doctor who hurried up to them.
"He was shot just recently in his left arm. He's lost a lot of blood already," replied Alex.
The doctor nodded as other people hurried up to them with a stretcher, and carefully laid Frank down.
"He'll be taken care of," the doctor told them.
The team nodded worriedly as they watched Frank being taken away.
***
"Where's his BP at?" asked the doctor.
"His BP is low and dropping and he's losing quite a bit of blood," was the reply.
"Then let's get that wound taken care of before he loses even more," the doctor ordered.
***
The team patiently waited in the waiting room for any news on Frank, until the doctor came out to them. They hurried over to him.
"How is he?" asked Monica.
"He'll be fine. It was a good thing you brought him in. If you'd waited too much later, he wouldn't be as good a shape. He did lose a lot of blood from the injury but he should be all right to leave in a few days. He hasn't woken up yet and I expect him to be out for a few more hours," the doctor told them.
The four sighed as the doctor walked away from them.
"He'll probably want to get out as soon as he's awake, knowing Frank," sighed Alex.
"Of course, but we still have to find some more evidence for Michelle," Jake said.
"Where do we start? The only lead we could have, the video, is a dead-end and the little else that we found does no better," Cody told him.
"Well, if we can't find anything, then there's only one thing that I can think of that we can do," Monica piped up, a hand up to her chin.
"What?" the three asked as they stared at her.
"Asking the person whose life is on the line," she told them.
***
Michelle sat on the bunk, eyes closed, thoughts running through her head about the entire situation. She'd had a bad feeling earlier and she didn't know why.
'I hope Frank's alright,' she thought to herself as she heard the cell door open.
She opened her eyes to see Gracer standing there. She sat up as she looked at him with a lopsided smile. "What do you want, Gracer?" she asked him, impatience written in her voice.
"You've got some visitors. Now come on, they're waiting," he told her.
She followed Gracer to a room where she saw Monica, Cody and Jake waiting for her. She was a bit confused to see them.
"I can leave her here with you," Gracer told them group before leaving the room.
"Alright. What brings you here to see me?" she asked them curiously as she sat down. "And where's Frank and Alex?"
"Michelle, we need your help. Right now, Frank's in the hospital. We were attacked in The Nest earlier today and he was injured. We were hoping you tell us anything of value," Jake explained.
Michelle looked shocked, gazing between the three of them. "What could I ever tell you that would help?" she asked.
"Well, you could tell us if there are any enemies you have that would do something like this," Cody said.
Michelle snickered as she glanced at the table. The three looked at each other in confusion.
"You really think so? Well, the man was mistaken. It's not me and it's not easy for the next person to throw on a black wig and pose as me. Look at me!" she cried, standing up.
"Michelle, we realize that. We know your mother was Japanese and your father was American. Cody looked the info up and we can still hear the accent in your voice from when you lived in Tokyo for the three years before you moved here. We know you came to Chicago about a year before the murder of your parents," Monica told her with a sigh. "But that's not what we're looking for. Any ideas on who it might be?"
Michelle sat back down before she put on a pensive look. "To be honest with you, it could be anyone. I know of several people who want to see me dead," Michelle replied as she put a hand on the back of her neck. Her eyes showed remembrance as her head perked up.
"Michelle, what is it?" Cody eagerly asked.
"I have an idea on who it could be. Jenna Shasa and her father, John. I happened to take his wallet during one of my major sprees a couple years ago. He saw me and swore to get back at me once he got the chance to. I found out afterwards that I inadvertently put him in jail and he just happens to be Chinese, his wife happens to be American," Michelle told them. "I even go to the same school as Jenna and she's a year older than me."
" So that would make Jenna half-Chinese! If one only got a quick glance at the person, you could easily mix up Japanese and Chinese people," Jake said.
"Now all we have to do is find evidence that'll prove Jenna and her father did this and free Michelle," Jake said. "But where could we start?"
"I'd like to say we start with Michelle," Cody said as he stepped forward. "Where can we find proof that you didn't do the stealing?"
Jake's and Monica nodded at Cody's suggestion.
TBC...
"Frank! Wake up!" Monica told him as she gently touched his shoulder.
They heard a moan come from the man as he slowly tried to climb to his feet. Jake and Cody reached out to help and they brought Frank to the couch, where they found a graze on his left upper arm.
"Frank, are you alright?" asked Alex.
"I'll be fine," he replied, breathing heavily. "Now where do we go from here? The tape doesn't help us and neither does the info that Cody found."
"We'll figure that out later Frank. Now, I think we should get you to a hospital and get that injury checked. Remember the last time you got shot? That was bad enough atop your other injuries from that bomb blast," Jake told him with an 'uh-huh' in his voice.
"I told you I'll be fine. We have to find proof that Mika had nothing to do with any of this," Frank said in a quiet voice.
"We will Frank but we can't do that if you're dead or unconscious, unable to help us," Alex told him.
The four looked at each other, all of them knowing that he should really see a doctor as he slowly tried to climb to his feet.
"Frank, don't. Take it easy for the moment while we gather what we need before we go to the police station," Jake said to him as he and Cody held him down in a sitting position.
Frank reluctantly obeyed as the others gather a few things. Cody grabbed the information he got earlier, even though he knew that the others didn't think it was important.
"Cody, that isn't going to help us," Jake told him.
"You don't think so, but I do! I think some of Michelle's intuition is starting to rub off on me. I keep thinking that it will help us somehow," Cody replied as he took one final gaze over the names before putting the sheets under his arm.
Alex glanced over at Frank, who now had his eyes closed. 'That's odd,' she thought as she cautiously walked up to the man. She gently shook his shoulder to find he didn't awaken by her movement or even her touch.
"Um, guys, we might have a problem here!" she called over to the others.
They hurried over to Alex and Frank to find him with his eyes closed and limp on the couch.
"We should get him to the hospital!" Alex cried.
A groan came from Frank as they looked at him. Jake grabbed Frank's arm to find the sleeve wet with blood. He gasped once he saw that the couch was filled with the red liquid.
"He's passed out from the amount of blood he's lost! Cody, help me get him into the car. We have to get him there right now!" Jake said as Cody handed his papers to Monica.
They got Frank to his feet and the man stumbled a bit.
"This is bad!" Cody exclaimed as they took Frank out to the car.
They drove to the hospital and quickly brought Frank inside.
"What happened?" asked a doctor who hurried up to them.
"He was shot just recently in his left arm. He's lost a lot of blood already," replied Alex.
The doctor nodded as other people hurried up to them with a stretcher, and carefully laid Frank down.
"He'll be taken care of," the doctor told them.
The team nodded worriedly as they watched Frank being taken away.
***
"Where's his BP at?" asked the doctor.
"His BP is low and dropping and he's losing quite a bit of blood," was the reply.
"Then let's get that wound taken care of before he loses even more," the doctor ordered.
***
The team patiently waited in the waiting room for any news on Frank, until the doctor came out to them. They hurried over to him.
"How is he?" asked Monica.
"He'll be fine. It was a good thing you brought him in. If you'd waited too much later, he wouldn't be as good a shape. He did lose a lot of blood from the injury but he should be all right to leave in a few days. He hasn't woken up yet and I expect him to be out for a few more hours," the doctor told them.
The four sighed as the doctor walked away from them.
"He'll probably want to get out as soon as he's awake, knowing Frank," sighed Alex.
"Of course, but we still have to find some more evidence for Michelle," Jake said.
"Where do we start? The only lead we could have, the video, is a dead-end and the little else that we found does no better," Cody told him.
"Well, if we can't find anything, then there's only one thing that I can think of that we can do," Monica piped up, a hand up to her chin.
"What?" the three asked as they stared at her.
"Asking the person whose life is on the line," she told them.
***
Michelle sat on the bunk, eyes closed, thoughts running through her head about the entire situation. She'd had a bad feeling earlier and she didn't know why.
'I hope Frank's alright,' she thought to herself as she heard the cell door open.
She opened her eyes to see Gracer standing there. She sat up as she looked at him with a lopsided smile. "What do you want, Gracer?" she asked him, impatience written in her voice.
"You've got some visitors. Now come on, they're waiting," he told her.
She followed Gracer to a room where she saw Monica, Cody and Jake waiting for her. She was a bit confused to see them.
"I can leave her here with you," Gracer told them group before leaving the room.
"Alright. What brings you here to see me?" she asked them curiously as she sat down. "And where's Frank and Alex?"
"Michelle, we need your help. Right now, Frank's in the hospital. We were attacked in The Nest earlier today and he was injured. We were hoping you tell us anything of value," Jake explained.
Michelle looked shocked, gazing between the three of them. "What could I ever tell you that would help?" she asked.
"Well, you could tell us if there are any enemies you have that would do something like this," Cody said.
Michelle snickered as she glanced at the table. The three looked at each other in confusion.
"You really think so? Well, the man was mistaken. It's not me and it's not easy for the next person to throw on a black wig and pose as me. Look at me!" she cried, standing up.
"Michelle, we realize that. We know your mother was Japanese and your father was American. Cody looked the info up and we can still hear the accent in your voice from when you lived in Tokyo for the three years before you moved here. We know you came to Chicago about a year before the murder of your parents," Monica told her with a sigh. "But that's not what we're looking for. Any ideas on who it might be?"
Michelle sat back down before she put on a pensive look. "To be honest with you, it could be anyone. I know of several people who want to see me dead," Michelle replied as she put a hand on the back of her neck. Her eyes showed remembrance as her head perked up.
"Michelle, what is it?" Cody eagerly asked.
"I have an idea on who it could be. Jenna Shasa and her father, John. I happened to take his wallet during one of my major sprees a couple years ago. He saw me and swore to get back at me once he got the chance to. I found out afterwards that I inadvertently put him in jail and he just happens to be Chinese, his wife happens to be American," Michelle told them. "I even go to the same school as Jenna and she's a year older than me."
" So that would make Jenna half-Chinese! If one only got a quick glance at the person, you could easily mix up Japanese and Chinese people," Jake said.
"Now all we have to do is find evidence that'll prove Jenna and her father did this and free Michelle," Jake said. "But where could we start?"
"I'd like to say we start with Michelle," Cody said as he stepped forward. "Where can we find proof that you didn't do the stealing?"
Jake's and Monica nodded at Cody's suggestion.
TBC...
