Chapter 6 - John Doggett Takes Charge
John Doggett's House. 7:15 AM. John's eyes flashed open. ("I guess I just want to cuddle some more.") He sat up, sweat forming on his forehead. ("No work, nothing to do, but lay around and snuggle.") His dreams made less and less sense, but somehow it seemed as if he could control them in a way. There was a pattern and he needed to find out. John hurried up and got dressed and left in his Beige Mercedes and took off to George Washington Hospital. He had to see Monica. Maybe more about his dream would come to him, until then he'd try to figure it out somehow.
GEORGE WASHINGTON HOSPITAL. 7:29 AM. John's brown trench coat waved back and forth as he made his way inside the hospital. To his surprise outside Monica's hospital room door stood a stranger talking to Skinner. When Doggett reached a closer angle, he recognized the stranger. Mrs. Reyes. "How can you just end her life? She can survive this..." Skinner barked. Doggett walked up next to him. "What's going on?" he asked. Skinner turned towards him. "Monica's Mother wants to go ahead and pull the plug."
"What?" John asked looking at her. "Why? Why would you want to do that? The chances may be slim, but she's your daughter for God's sake. Try to at least give a damn about her."
Monica's mother came up to John and slapped him. John's head tilted slightly to the left. Skinner stared at the stand off between mother and boyfriend/partner. John grabbed the side of his face, as he looked into the eyes of Mrs. Reyes. "You don't know what it's like, Agent Doggett. To see your daughter in a coma and the doctor's keep telling you, it's for the best. I'll wait a few more days, but I don't want to see her suffer like this any longer." Mrs. Reyes began to walk off; John instantly caught her off guard. "I may not know what it's like," he said, as she turned around to face him, "to see my child in a coma. I did however; have to investigate a case relating to my late son's death. A death that was made in vain. He was raped and killed, left for anyone to find...Monica was there with me, when I buried Luke's ashes out at sea. And now..." Small tears built up inside of John as he tried his best to hide them, "I'm here for her, as she was for me. I'm never going to leave her side. She's on that machine trying to live. Shes breathing. She's still alive. You take that from her and you'll regret it for the rest of your damn life --"
Mrs. Reyes walked off and John felt a heavy weight on his shoulders. He turned his head to see AD Skinner's hand on him. "Well done, agent," he said. John nodded and AD Skinner let him go. John walked into Monica's room. She was now off the breathing machine and the tubes were gone. She looked so peaceful. Maybe she was enjoying her time off, John laughed to himself, but he knew this was no laughing matter. He sat down on a chair across from her and stared out the window. He thought back to the dreams. The dreams relating to Monica. They seemed so real. So vivid. As if Monica were really in them. What made it worse, is that these dreams they were getting closer. They were getting into the next level of a relationship John feared to cross. He wished it was real, so he could try to cross into that level.with Monica by his side. John suddenly gazed up at Monica. His dreams relating to her always seem to continue when he fell back asleep? How? He wondered. John jumped up from his seat and raced outside. Skinner immediately seen him and stopped him. "Agent, what is it?"
"We need to go on your comp. Hook up and log on and talk to the Lone Gunmen."
"The Lone Gunmen?" questioned Skinner, "why?" "We just do, sir."
John Doggett's House. 7:15 AM. John's eyes flashed open. ("I guess I just want to cuddle some more.") He sat up, sweat forming on his forehead. ("No work, nothing to do, but lay around and snuggle.") His dreams made less and less sense, but somehow it seemed as if he could control them in a way. There was a pattern and he needed to find out. John hurried up and got dressed and left in his Beige Mercedes and took off to George Washington Hospital. He had to see Monica. Maybe more about his dream would come to him, until then he'd try to figure it out somehow.
GEORGE WASHINGTON HOSPITAL. 7:29 AM. John's brown trench coat waved back and forth as he made his way inside the hospital. To his surprise outside Monica's hospital room door stood a stranger talking to Skinner. When Doggett reached a closer angle, he recognized the stranger. Mrs. Reyes. "How can you just end her life? She can survive this..." Skinner barked. Doggett walked up next to him. "What's going on?" he asked. Skinner turned towards him. "Monica's Mother wants to go ahead and pull the plug."
"What?" John asked looking at her. "Why? Why would you want to do that? The chances may be slim, but she's your daughter for God's sake. Try to at least give a damn about her."
Monica's mother came up to John and slapped him. John's head tilted slightly to the left. Skinner stared at the stand off between mother and boyfriend/partner. John grabbed the side of his face, as he looked into the eyes of Mrs. Reyes. "You don't know what it's like, Agent Doggett. To see your daughter in a coma and the doctor's keep telling you, it's for the best. I'll wait a few more days, but I don't want to see her suffer like this any longer." Mrs. Reyes began to walk off; John instantly caught her off guard. "I may not know what it's like," he said, as she turned around to face him, "to see my child in a coma. I did however; have to investigate a case relating to my late son's death. A death that was made in vain. He was raped and killed, left for anyone to find...Monica was there with me, when I buried Luke's ashes out at sea. And now..." Small tears built up inside of John as he tried his best to hide them, "I'm here for her, as she was for me. I'm never going to leave her side. She's on that machine trying to live. Shes breathing. She's still alive. You take that from her and you'll regret it for the rest of your damn life --"
Mrs. Reyes walked off and John felt a heavy weight on his shoulders. He turned his head to see AD Skinner's hand on him. "Well done, agent," he said. John nodded and AD Skinner let him go. John walked into Monica's room. She was now off the breathing machine and the tubes were gone. She looked so peaceful. Maybe she was enjoying her time off, John laughed to himself, but he knew this was no laughing matter. He sat down on a chair across from her and stared out the window. He thought back to the dreams. The dreams relating to Monica. They seemed so real. So vivid. As if Monica were really in them. What made it worse, is that these dreams they were getting closer. They were getting into the next level of a relationship John feared to cross. He wished it was real, so he could try to cross into that level.with Monica by his side. John suddenly gazed up at Monica. His dreams relating to her always seem to continue when he fell back asleep? How? He wondered. John jumped up from his seat and raced outside. Skinner immediately seen him and stopped him. "Agent, what is it?"
"We need to go on your comp. Hook up and log on and talk to the Lone Gunmen."
"The Lone Gunmen?" questioned Skinner, "why?" "We just do, sir."