Summary: Father's Day draws near leaving Jesse in a swirl of emotions (no one can blame him). But this year is different. Can something his father did, or rather, didn't do, interfere with their only chance for survival from a madman? Can Mark, Steve, and Amanda get to them in time? Or will Jesse die with the one man he thought he could never forgive.
Disclaimer: I don't own "Diagnosis Murder" or Mark, Steve, Amanda, or Jesse. But I do own George Gable and George's henchmen. I'm not making any money off of this, either.
Author's Note: Like I said, this is my first fan fic, so please be nice! ^_^ Constructive criticism is very welcome. So, pretty, pretty please review! ^_^ I'll give you a cookie! Well, a virtual one anyway…
Anywho, on with the story!
Chapter 1
Jesse sighed and looked at his watch. 3 in the morning. He had just barely survived a tiring 12-hour shift. Finally, it was time for him to go home. Slowly, he picked himself off the doctor's lounge couch and headed towards the elevator. He pushed the elevator button, and waited for it to come.
"Dr. Travis!" He heard behind him. Grimacing, he turned to meet the most annoying janitor he had ever known. George Gable was Community General's new 5th floor janitor. Not only did he like to talk endlessly, it was also in a high-pitched nasal voice.
"Mr. Gable!" Jesse said, trying his hardest to put on a smile. "How are you today?"
"Oh, Dr. Travis! I just wanted to tell you how much I admired how you handled the bus crash this morning!" George smiled, tightening his grip on his mop in admiration.
"Thanks Mr. Gable," Jesse said, his smile slightly faltering. George had touched a very delicate spot in Jesse's short day. At 1:30, 15 people were rushed in as bus crash victims. Some were DOA, and others didn't last long. Not only did Jesse have to deal with ½ of them on his own, (as there was only 1 other doctor on call) but he also had to tell the families of those lost the news by himself. It was an experience he would never want to repeat.
"Oh, please! Call me George!" George said, seemingly not knowing the anguish he had inflicted on the poor tired doctor. Luckily, the elevator came before George said anything else damaging.
"See you later today, George." Jesse said, gratefully stepping into the elevator.
"Bye Dr. Travis!" George said, still smiling as the elevator doors closed. Jesse let out a deep sigh as the elevator began to descend to the parking garage. Rubbing a weary hand over his face, Jesse tried to think of going home, and sleeping. Ah, yes. Sleeping never sounded so good.
When the elevator came to a stop, Jesse stepped out, and slowly walked to his green convertible. When he had come in the day before, it had been sunny and warm, so he had the top down. He didn't think he would need to put it up, as he only had a few nick-knacks in it, and none of them were worth stealing. Getting in, he started up the car, and, for the first time in an hour, he quickly drove home.
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Jesse finally made it home, after it had started to rain, having his top get jammed, and being caught in a traffic jam. Dripping wet, he searched for his apartment key on his key ring. Muttering some colorful words under his breath, he discovered that he no longer had his house key. He put his forehead on the door.
"Not… Happening…" He whispered. He got out his cell phone and called Mark.
"Dr. Sloan."
"Hey, Mark, it's Jesse."
"Well, hey Jess! What can I do for you?"
"Could you or Steve come to my condo and bring my house key?"
"Sure, I'll be over there in a few minutes."
"Thanks Mark." Jesse hung up his cell phone with a sigh. It was only 3:45 in the morning, but he could already tell it was going to be a bad day. Putting his back to the door, he slowly sank to the floor to wait for Mark to come.
After a few minutes, Jesse saw Mark coming down the hallway.
"Thanks, Mark. I'm really sorry about it being so early and all." Jesse said, getting up with a slight grin.
"No problem." Mark said, smiling. "Do you know what happened to your key?"
"I have no idea." Jesse said, shaking his head as he unlocked the door and walked in. Mark followed him, and turned on the lights. "Hey, here it is." Jesse said, picking it up off the coffee table in the middle of his living room. "Wonder how it got there."
"Well, you were probably in the same state you are in now, and just forgot you put it there!" Mark said, affectionately rubbing Jesse's already messed up hair. Jesse smiled, and nodded.
"Well, thanks again, Mark. I'll see you later today."
"Get some sleep, Jess."
"No problems there!" Jesse said, already walking towards his bedroom as Mark left. Ignoring the fact that he was dripping wet, Jesse flopped on his bed and quickly went to sleep.
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Tada! The first chapter. Good? Bad? Terrible? I-need-to-die-because-of-it's-horribleness? Please let me know! ^_^
Disclaimer: I don't own "Diagnosis Murder" or Mark, Steve, Amanda, or Jesse. But I do own George Gable and George's henchmen. I'm not making any money off of this, either.
Author's Note: Like I said, this is my first fan fic, so please be nice! ^_^ Constructive criticism is very welcome. So, pretty, pretty please review! ^_^ I'll give you a cookie! Well, a virtual one anyway…
Anywho, on with the story!
Chapter 1
Jesse sighed and looked at his watch. 3 in the morning. He had just barely survived a tiring 12-hour shift. Finally, it was time for him to go home. Slowly, he picked himself off the doctor's lounge couch and headed towards the elevator. He pushed the elevator button, and waited for it to come.
"Dr. Travis!" He heard behind him. Grimacing, he turned to meet the most annoying janitor he had ever known. George Gable was Community General's new 5th floor janitor. Not only did he like to talk endlessly, it was also in a high-pitched nasal voice.
"Mr. Gable!" Jesse said, trying his hardest to put on a smile. "How are you today?"
"Oh, Dr. Travis! I just wanted to tell you how much I admired how you handled the bus crash this morning!" George smiled, tightening his grip on his mop in admiration.
"Thanks Mr. Gable," Jesse said, his smile slightly faltering. George had touched a very delicate spot in Jesse's short day. At 1:30, 15 people were rushed in as bus crash victims. Some were DOA, and others didn't last long. Not only did Jesse have to deal with ½ of them on his own, (as there was only 1 other doctor on call) but he also had to tell the families of those lost the news by himself. It was an experience he would never want to repeat.
"Oh, please! Call me George!" George said, seemingly not knowing the anguish he had inflicted on the poor tired doctor. Luckily, the elevator came before George said anything else damaging.
"See you later today, George." Jesse said, gratefully stepping into the elevator.
"Bye Dr. Travis!" George said, still smiling as the elevator doors closed. Jesse let out a deep sigh as the elevator began to descend to the parking garage. Rubbing a weary hand over his face, Jesse tried to think of going home, and sleeping. Ah, yes. Sleeping never sounded so good.
When the elevator came to a stop, Jesse stepped out, and slowly walked to his green convertible. When he had come in the day before, it had been sunny and warm, so he had the top down. He didn't think he would need to put it up, as he only had a few nick-knacks in it, and none of them were worth stealing. Getting in, he started up the car, and, for the first time in an hour, he quickly drove home.
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Jesse finally made it home, after it had started to rain, having his top get jammed, and being caught in a traffic jam. Dripping wet, he searched for his apartment key on his key ring. Muttering some colorful words under his breath, he discovered that he no longer had his house key. He put his forehead on the door.
"Not… Happening…" He whispered. He got out his cell phone and called Mark.
"Dr. Sloan."
"Hey, Mark, it's Jesse."
"Well, hey Jess! What can I do for you?"
"Could you or Steve come to my condo and bring my house key?"
"Sure, I'll be over there in a few minutes."
"Thanks Mark." Jesse hung up his cell phone with a sigh. It was only 3:45 in the morning, but he could already tell it was going to be a bad day. Putting his back to the door, he slowly sank to the floor to wait for Mark to come.
After a few minutes, Jesse saw Mark coming down the hallway.
"Thanks, Mark. I'm really sorry about it being so early and all." Jesse said, getting up with a slight grin.
"No problem." Mark said, smiling. "Do you know what happened to your key?"
"I have no idea." Jesse said, shaking his head as he unlocked the door and walked in. Mark followed him, and turned on the lights. "Hey, here it is." Jesse said, picking it up off the coffee table in the middle of his living room. "Wonder how it got there."
"Well, you were probably in the same state you are in now, and just forgot you put it there!" Mark said, affectionately rubbing Jesse's already messed up hair. Jesse smiled, and nodded.
"Well, thanks again, Mark. I'll see you later today."
"Get some sleep, Jess."
"No problems there!" Jesse said, already walking towards his bedroom as Mark left. Ignoring the fact that he was dripping wet, Jesse flopped on his bed and quickly went to sleep.
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Tada! The first chapter. Good? Bad? Terrible? I-need-to-die-because-of-it's-horribleness? Please let me know! ^_^